"Oh... not bad."
Taking the crystal panel, silver radiance flickered in Ian's eyes.
He did not care about evidence of crimes or anything of the sort. The ones who truly needed to care were probably Isengard and the others, who could likely glean quite a few clues from it.
But as for him, the youth discovered that this crystal panel contained a great number of incredibly precise inscribed crystal constructs... or rather, integrated inscription arrays!
"This level of craftsmanship is already remarkable..."
Closing his eyes, he swept through the overall structure of the communications crystal panel in his mind. When he opened them again, Ian was already smiling. "Good stuff. It may be a little difficult to replicate, but I now completely understand its principles."
"Come to think of it, Terra Continent probably doesn't have patents, right? Excellent. That will make things much easier in the future."
Ordinary technicians could basically never pick up someone else's product, scan it once, and obtain its internal structure and design information. Not to mention that some crucial components could not be dismantled at all—once taken apart, they would collapse on their own. The only way to analyze them was to chip away from the sidelines, slowly grinding and guessing.
Materials were also a major problem. If one did not know an alloy's formula or proportions, then even knowing the design process and detailed blueprints was meaningless.
That was a matter of hard power, and time accumulated over the years.
But the Silver Chip truly was a replication tool of the highest order. Not long after Ian took hold of the communications crystal panel, he had already grasped its design philosophy, integrated inscription arrays, and material ratios with perfect clarity. A detailed blueprint had already appeared in his mind. All that remained was to