Chapter 130 Kavi: Look, a typewriter with voice input!

Chapter 130 Kavi: Look, a typewriter with voice input!

"Before using the anchor points, you must inject elemental force to activate them. You must remember the amount of elemental force you injected the first time. This is related to which anchor point you can teleport to in the future. After activating the anchor point, place it at any location - but the distance between the two cannot be less than ten kilometers.

At that time, the anchor point will disappear, leaving a mark on that area, leaving a three-meter-high virtual anchor point image that only you can see. From now on, you only need to stand next to any anchor point image and inject the appropriate elemental force to be transported to the anchor point that has been injected with the same elemental force. "Alice introduced the use of anchor points to Harold.

It's really convenient. Harold nodded and said, "Okay, I'll remember it. Thank you for your generous gift, ma'am. I have two more questions: Is there a time limit for the use of these anchors after they are placed? Can this anchor only be used by me?"

"The validity period is four months. I'll give you a few more after that." Alice said casually, "If you want to teleport someone, that's fine. The anchor point records your elemental power instead of you.

That is to say, under normal circumstances, only you can activate it, but its principle is actually to use elemental force to locate, and then teleport all humans within the marked range to the designated location, so if you want to teleport people, just pay attention to your position. "

After receiving the witch's promise and patient answer, Harold thanked Alice again for her help and said that he would definitely make good use of it.

The next day, Harold released the evening jay as Alice requested. Two hours later, it flew back with a cloth bag hanging around its neck. Harold opened the bag and found three and a half finger-long pocket anchors inside.

Harold rubbed the pocket anchor in his hand. Its texture was similar to metal, with a blue crystal on the top and bottom. Its appearance was exactly the same as the pocket anchor in the game, except that there were small engraved words on the ring-shaped metal in the middle, still in simplified Chinese.

The one on Harold's hand is engraved with "Made by Alice, the most beautiful woman in Teyvat", and the other two are engraved with "Who is a passer-by in whose life, who is the wheel of whose destiny" and "The dust of the previous life, the wind of this life, the soul of endless sadness".

Why did the painting style suddenly become artistic? You really just write whatever comes to your mind, lady.

Harold collected these anchors and the communication equipment given by Alice with great interest.

After seeing the familiar texts several times, his mentality gradually changed, from being embarrassed for others to being calm, and then to the current "love to read, more", how can this not be considered a two-way journey?

Today is Saturday, and the society's activities started as scheduled at eight in the morning. The five of them discussed the progress of their papers, and then Kavi took out the typewriter he had modified.

"Look, I made a typewriter with voice input!" Kavi raised his chin and moved the typewriter to the table with great satisfaction.

The typewriter is dark green in color. Because it has more than 700 keys, it is still huge. It is about one meter long and 50 centimeters wide. It has three layers of folding drawers. When unfolded, it is about 80 centimeters wide and 20 centimeters high.

The keys are all made of transparent material, a rare material that can seal elemental forces for a long time, so it is extremely expensive. The use of this material greatly increases the manufacturing cost. Kavi spent more than 50 million Mora on this typewriter alone.

Harold, Senor and other people who have the Eye of God can see the small ball of emerald green elemental power sealed inside. Elhaisen and Setale do not have the Eye of God, so they can only see the transparent button.

But because of this, they discovered earlier than Harold and Senor that the internal depths of some keys were not the same.

"Come and try it! Get familiar with the keyboard first, and then I'll start recording data."

Kavi did not explain the principle of the typewriter to the others, but invited Harold and Setare to try using it. He took out a notebook and a feather pen to record their typing efficiency.

Setale was the first to sit in front of the typewriter. She looked at the keyboard as Kavi had said. The keys were still arranged according to the frequency of common phrases, just like the last typewriter. The only difference was that the key size had changed from four square millimeters to two square centimeters. She could press the keys directly with her fingers without the help of a typewriter.

She looked at a novel given by Kavi and read out the first word. Then she saw four buttons change from transparent to fluorescent blue. She looked at the words on the four buttons in amazement and found that the four lit words were the same as her pronunciation.

She looked again and again before pressing the button she needed. Then she quickly looked up and saw the words appear on the white paper.

Yes, this is a typewriter. Although it has a strange appearance and is used differently from ordinary typewriters, its purpose is to type articles, Setale said to herself.

After thinking this through, she quickly accepted this new typewriter and focused on typing. Her memory was already far superior to that of ordinary people, and Kavi's typewriter made things that needed to be remembered extremely simple. After becoming familiar with the use of this typewriter, her typing speed gradually increased to one hundred words per minute.

Last time she spent three weeks getting familiar with the keyboard, her final typing speed was only seventy words per minute!

"We can start testing now." There was a hint of excitement in Setale's tone. If this typewriter could be popularized, the speed at which the desert people could spread information would be significantly improved.

At this moment, she was so excited that she even forgot that the House of the Decrees would never allow this typewriter to flow into the desert, nor would it allow knowledge to spread among the desert people.

"Okay, I'm ready too." Kavi picked up the pen, poked his head out from behind the typewriter, and made an OK gesture to Setale.

Half an hour later, Kavi happily plotted a set of data into a function graph, and then asked Haroldt to try it as well.

Harold repeated Setale's operation, and both of them eventually reached a typing speed of one hundred and ten words per minute.

But this is the limit. Voice input has its limitations. To ensure correct pronunciation, you can say no more than two words per second. During this period, you also have to press the keys. If you operate too fast, it is likely to cause the input keyboard to not respond.jpg.

Kavi asked the two to test four more rounds and temporarily concluded that one and a half words per second was the optimal speed.

"That means that with this typewriter I created, I can type a hundred words in one minute!"

Kavi was very happy. Compared with Harold's and Setare's previous typing speeds of 60 and 70 words per minute, this was a huge improvement.

Elhaisen, who had been reading silently on the side, glanced at him and raised the corners of his mouth by two pixels.

Kavi has always been extremely sensitive to Elhaisen-type creatures. When being looked at like this, even though Elhaisen didn't say a word, Kavi still read the meaning of "Oh, I can type 160 words a minute using a mechanical keyboard."

There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in it, as if Kavi heard him say in a sarcastic voice, "Congratulations on your success, and congratulations to myself, I finally don't have to be harassed by you anymore (referring to Kavi's failure to master the language, and the need for El Haisen's assistance when making the typewriter)."

"What's that expression on your face?" Kavi was very dissatisfied.

"Do you think everyone can memorize the entire keyboard like you? For desert people, this typewriter I made is easy to learn and simple to operate, although it cannot be popularized due to the price.

—I’m not praising you! What are you laughing at?!”

Kavi tried to explain that his invention was very meaningful, but as he was speaking he found that the corners of Elhaisen's mouth suddenly turned into three and a half pixels, so he quickly added in a depressed tone.

When the typewriter issue came to an end, Setare took out her latest translated novels and poems for everyone to read. She learned that the Zubair Theater had begun recruiting mercenaries from the desert as actors.

This incident was big news in Xumi City. Anyone who lived in Xumi City had talked about it to some extent. Most residents were just curious about it. They also had some innocent doubts in their hearts. Mercenaries singing and dancing? That was the first time they had seen it. Could they do it well?

But there are also some rainforest residents who are prejudiced against desert people and are just waiting to see a joke. They think those uneducated mercenaries will definitely not be able to recite a single line if they stand on the stage, or will only be able to howl like monkeys.

They said to their companions in a mocking tone that the theater manager must be crazy to let a bunch of smelly mercenaries be theater actors, but in order to see the stage become a mess and to embarrass the theater manager for doing the stupid thing of recruiting desert people, they were willing to buy a ticket to "support" the new show when it was performed.

Most of the scholars and mentors in the Fatwa House did not care about this matter. Azar heard some rumors, but he felt that it was just a Zubair Theater and would not cause any waves. If the theater manager was willing to sympathize with the desert people and give them food, then let him do it.

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In general, the attention this incident has attracted has exceeded her initial expectations. The gazes from all walks of life, whether they are puzzled or disdainful, have given Setale motivation. She believes that as long as the desert people continue to enter the public eye with different images and identities, the rainforest people will be able to understand them little by little. As long as they are willing to understand each other, the absolute majority will eventually let go of their prejudices.

So she translated more poems and novels, planning to show them to a few of her companions. After confirming that they were correct, she would still submit them to various theaters in the form of anonymous letters.