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A hand swiftly snatched the sheet of white paper away. It belonged to Rex.
At that moment, no one but Rex could have acted so freely.
Holding the sheet, Rex began examining it closely. He no longer had any doubts about whether messages could be transmitted. The newcomer's shout had already told him that.
As for deception-using some other channel to relay the sentence Rex had just spoken-he considered that absolutely impossible.
There was simply no need. If the wired telegraph could not transmit messages, how could anyone conceal such a major failure? Unless someone had a death wish, they would not do anything so insane. In fact, even if someone wanted to try, no one would join them.
The white paper bore all sorts of marks printed by the telegraph.
The sentence "May Gilneas prosper in war" had been decoded from those marks. Yet Rex knew nothing of the rules involved. Even after studying them for some time, he still could not work out what system allowed them to be deciphered.
Eventually, Rex gave up, inwardly praising those who could crack codes. They were all truly talented.
Rex tossed the sheet to Patrick. After taking it, Patrick examined it carefully and checked it against the code, then smiled and said warmly, "Correct!"
Rex nodded at Patrick's words. Confirming it was merely a formality; the newcomer's shout had already established the result.
The telegraph worked, and many ideas sprang up in Rex's mind. His first thought, naturally, was not to keep it to himself, but to sell it.
There was little technical complexity to this invention. If outsiders learned about it, obtained a few samples, and studied them, they would soon be