Chapter 9 Sir, is this alchemy?

Chapter 9 Sir, is this alchemy?

“Hey——!”

On the castle wall, Vesdon dropped a stone from a distance, and it landed in the courtyard with a thud.

A private soldier was so frightened that he lost his mind, and was whipped three times by Eric who came immediately: "What are you looking at? You are in the queue now, and the training ground is the battlefield! In the future, On the battlefield, you look around like this! ? Hold on to the gun!"

After saying that, Eric looked up at Vesdon and continued to train the team.

After he turned around, Vesdon made a big grimace, and then laughed out loud.

Vesdon has been very happy recently.

Not only because you escape the boring lessons of private teachers, but the most important thing is that you can see all kinds of jokes.

Leaven's training process can be said to be his source of happiness. He never gets tired of it, and there are new tricks every day.

For example, on the second day of training, early in the morning, the private soldiers stood in the yard, holding their chests and heads high. It really seemed like that.

As a result, the true colors were revealed as soon as the training started. With the slogan "Look to the right", twelve heads in a class can turn in eight directions!

Lei Wen was also whimsical and asked these serfs to put their left leather shoes on their right hands and start walking in place. He also invented a slogan: "Cow leather on the right, human leather on the left!"

What surprised Vesdon even more was that these humanoid beasts could even shout such unsightly slogans.

What he was most proud of was to say "cow skin on the left, human skin on the right" when they shouted slogans.

The effect is so good, just shouting can keep these people in chaos for most of the day.

But that's all he shouted once.

Because Raven's fist was also very effective, his left eye was swollen for three days.

I didn’t expect that in these three days, those guys who were originally like animals would really distinguish between left and right.

And for this simple achievement, Raven was actually willing to buy a sheep as extra food for them, and Raven roasted it himself!

The smell was so delicious. Just smelling it made Vesdon lose his appetite for the bacon in his hand, but damn Raven, he didn't even give him any meat, and only gave him two pieces. bone.

This is simply an insult to him!

Although the bones are really fragrant...

After distinguishing the left and right, according to Raven's words, these soldiers were asked to conduct "queue training."

To be specific, let these people line up in columns as a class, and then start walking, while maintaining the formation.

This time, before they could make a mistake, Lei Wen immediately found a way. He bought three five- to six-meter-long sticks from somewhere and asked these people to lift the sticks and hold them in their hands. The width of the stick should remain consistent while walking.

There is no need for Vesdon to mess with this part at all. These people hold the sticks and move them, and they are having great fun.

As soon as Eric shouted "Go", two of the three sticks flew out directly, almost hitting Raven; the other one did not go up to the sky, but was inserted directly into the ground, and hit the ground. Two private soldiers had their fingers scratched.

It took two days just to be able to walk with the pole, and then there were all kinds of troubles.

Some people only focused on the movements of their hands and forgot to move their legs, and ended up being dragged on the ground; some people swung their hands together, hit the crotch of the person behind them and then started fighting; some people were too nervous and walked. Jumping up directly...

There are so many tricks that only people can't think of, but they can't do it.

Vesdon sometimes even forgets to eat, and is completely immersed in it - this is much more fun than watching a circus.

The fun lasted until two days ago, which was the eighth day of training, because the next step was the very boring "military posture" session.

Under the leadership of Eric, these people were wearing full leather armor and holding spears in their hands. They stood there blankly. If anyone could not stand straight or the spear in his hand was crooked, he would You'll get a whipping immediately.

And that guy Raven also got into the kitchen at this time, and he didn't know what he was busy with. In short, no one could see him except the chef.

This was also the most boring time for Vesdon, but he soon found a new way to play.

Since Raven was away, no one could control him at all, so he would yell around these soldiers, deliberately distracting them, and then be beaten by Eric until he cried for his father and mother!

Seeing how they were beaten until they were so aggrieved and unable to cry, Vesdon felt extremely happy.

It’s so fun!

They deserve it. Whoever lets them serve as private soldiers for Raven, the guy who stole my title, deserves to suffer!

Who are you going to bully today?

A smirk appeared on Vesdon's lips, he grabbed a prepared stone in his hand and selected the target condescendingly.

This stone was carefully selected by him. It is the size of a cantaloupe and has a round shape. It will definitely be able to be thrown very far. It will never just make a loud sound to scare people like the previous times.

The big guy? Too dull and boring; that guy with white hair? Too ugly, no sense of accomplishment... There is!

His eyes were fixed on a young man with a handsome face and naturally curly light blond hair.

It’s him!

He is obviously a pariah, but he is prettier than me, and he has become the "squad leader" in charge of twelve people. It is really unbearable and unbearable!

It was because he disliked Simon that Vesdon deliberately targeted the people in his class, resulting in the training results not meeting expectations. Just last night, he was punished by not being allowed to eat dinner and holding a gun in the yard. He stood until midnight, when his sister came to visit, but she still went back crying.

In the end, instead of looking down on him, the people in his class were even more convinced by him. What's the truth? ?

Today, I will give you a beautiful one that will make your face bloom!

Thinking of this, Vesdon spread his legs slightly and threw the stone in his hand with all his strength!

Eric turned around when he heard the wind, and wanted to stop him but it was too late: "Simon, squat down!"

Simon was about to move, but he hesitated and did not move away, and the stone hit him on the head with a bang. On the top, blood gurgled down the gaps in the leather helmet, dyeing his face red, and then his whole body fell softly.

Eric rushed up and hugged the person in his arms, and asked nervously: "How is it? Can you talk, is there anything wrong!?"

"No...it's okay...sir" !" Simon's lips trembled and he said weakly: "It's just...a little...dizzy..."

"You clearly heard it just now, why didn't you avoid it?" Eric asked?

Simon coughed lightly: "Because, if you avoid it... you will hurt my comrade..."

Hearing this, Eric's eyes were filled with anger, and he raised his head. He came to look at the city wall: "Vesdon! Get off here!"

Vesdon was startled, then he scratched his neck and shouted: "I am from the Griffith family. , you have no right to Leave me alone!"

Then he muttered in a low voice: "Just a pariah...what's the big deal..."

Eric's lips trembled: "Everyone stood there and rested. , Gore, go and invite Priest Lux over; Link, go and fetch Master Vesdon, and don’t let him leave until I come back!”

With that said, Eric picked up Simon and returned to the castle, placing him in a guest room. As soon as he took off the leather helmet on Simon's head, along with the gurgling blood, there was a bloody wound the size of a walnut. Just reveal it.

"Huh..." Eric breathed a sigh of relief and began to simply bandage Simon's wound.

Simon is his favorite among this group of private soldiers. He has good understanding and intelligence, and is simple and loyal. He can carry out any order well, and he attaches great importance to the friendship between his colleagues. You can leave your back to him on the battlefield.

Fortunately, the wound is not fatal, otherwise it would be a shame.

After simply bandaging, Eric walked through the hall and came to the kitchen. The moment his hand touched the door, he hesitated. Does this matter really bother Lord Raven?

Vesdon is his brother in name after all. Will he deal with this matter impartially?

After a brief hesitation, he pushed the door open and was almost smoked back.

What does this smell like! ?

The fishy smell of cows and pigs, the pungent sour smell, and an indescribable smell, like dirt in the belly button, made Eric shed tears just by brushing his eyes. Bleeding all over his face.

Chef Poirot came up and closed the door, and then handed a piece of linen soaked in water to Eric's hand. The latter took it and quickly covered his nose. Only then did the latter feel alive again, making a roaring sound. Asked: "Where is Lord Raven?"

Bo Luo pointed to the stove: "Nuo, it's right there."

There was indeed a person squatting in front of the stove. He was wearing a chef's robe that was yellowed by smoke, and his face was covered with a layer of smoke. The thick gauze was being slowly stirred in an oak basin with a large wooden spoon.

Eric rubbed his eyes: "Is this Lord Raven?"

"It's absolutely true." Poirot said with slight dissatisfaction: "If it were someone else like this in the kitchen If you mess around, I'll kick him out a long time ago!"

Finally finding an outlet to vent, Poirot began to complain endlessly: "Master Eric, Master Raven, he is really too much!"

"Good lard and butter, that's all I saved up little by little and used it to make delicious food, but... They were all ruined by him!"

He pointed to the things piled in the corner: "Thirty kilograms of lard and fifty kilograms of butter have turned into these junk things!"< br>
Looking along his fingers, Eric was shocked.

What are these! ?

Tuos were piled in the corner, one piece gray, one piece black, one piece yellow, the surface was wrinkled, and there were continuous cracking lines in some places, it looked like a big puddle of... shit!

Lord Raven’s intestines and stomach are so good! ?

“He said this is the kind of thing called...oh yes, it’s used by rich people in the city, called soap! Although I don’t go to Meng En City very often, I often go to Goldshire. , I know him!”

Poirot walked over, reached out and grabbed a piece, put it in his hand and slapped it in front of Eric: “They are all soaps. It’s transparent and clean after washing, but what does it smell like?”

When he said this, Eric also felt that this thing was somewhat similar to soap, so he moved away. He took a gentle breath of the gauze covering his mouth, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he moved the gauze back with lightning speed.

In this short moment, he seemed to have stuck his nose into a pile of cow dung, and there were at least six cows running happily in his mind.

Eric was filled with doubts.

Two days ago, Raven said he had found a way to make a fortune, and then got into the kitchen. Could this be it?

Although soap is easy to use, its sales are actually very average. A palm-sized piece costs fifty copper coins, and ordinary families cannot afford it.

Even if Raven found a way to make soap and solved the odor problem, Eagle Town currently does not have enough manpower.

If it is a small workshop-style production, then the income will probably be very limited. The profit of a dozen gold coins a year is about the same, and it is not worth investing so much time.

Eric was about to step forward to persuade him when he saw Raven glance at him: "If no one is killed, wait until I finish."

Leaven has always known Eric's calmness, but what he has to do now is too important to allow any distraction.

The lump in the corner is indeed soap, but this is not Raven's ultimate goal.

At this time, he was stirring a basin of lime water. The main component of quicklime is calcium oxide. When it reacts with water, calcium hydroxide will be generated.

Raven seemed to have returned to the chemistry experiment class of his previous life, pouring quicklime into the basin in small amounts and many times, pausing for a moment each time, waiting for the temperature in the basin to drop slightly before continuing.

The reaction between quicklime and water will release a lot of heat, and he doesn't want to explode the pot at this time.

With the accumulation of the previous two days, Raven was already familiar with this step. Next, under Poirot's hateful eyes, he picked up a can of baking soda and poured it in little by little, stirring as he poured. .

Baking soda, also known as sodium bicarbonate.

Until less than half of the basin of liquid turned into a turbid texture like mud, he slowly stopped and carefully took out an open glass flask from under the table.

Due to the needs of magic and alchemy experiments, there is already glass in the world, but most of it is not of high purity and has a lot of impurities. Most of the windows in Eagle Castle are made of this inferior product.

The higher purity glass used in making flasks is valuable. Even though it only has a capacity of one liter, the price has reached an astonishing two gold coins. Together with the funnel, dispenser, and five The total price of ten pieces of filter paper is as high as five gold coins, and they are not in stock yet.

Leaven only started to do it two days ago, just to wait for it.

"Calcium hydroxide, mixed with sodium bicarbonate, heated to form sodium hydroxide..." Raven muttered words that only he could understand, but his movements were extremely methodical.

First place a cast iron pot on the stove, pour half of the water; then place a deep ceramic plate inside, add a certain amount of water, and then put the flask inside. Add the mixture from the tub to the flask until it is about two-thirds full.

Stoves in this era couldn't control the heat so conveniently, and Raven wasn't a master of chemistry either. This was done to prevent the flask from exploding due to excessive heat.

There are two gold coins, don’t dare let them break!

Staring at the reaction in the flask, Raven shouted loudly: "Poirot, go and look at the pot over there, don't boil the lard again!"

"I But chef, how come you can’t even boil lard!” Poirot complained in a low voice, but he still walked to the stove next to him and continued to boil lard.

The liquid in the flask gradually boils, turning out small and dense bubbles. You can also see some white debris precipitating from the liquid and falling to the bottom of the flask - that is after the reaction between calcium hydroxide and sodium carbonate. Calcium carbonate produced.

Raven stared closely until there was no more new calcium carbonate to stare at. He quickly took out the ceramic plate and put it on the table. He turned around and asked, "How is the lard?"

"It's done. "Well, my lord," said Poirot in a naive voice.

"Then take it out first, don't overheat it." Raven ordered, taking out the funnel and an Erlenmeyer flask, laying filter paper on the funnel, and carefully opening the opening with a wooden spoon. The liquid from the top of the flask is poured into it.

After filtering, a bottle of turbid liquid slowly turned into half a bottle of extremely clear solution, which looked no different from water.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Eric was a little confused and walked forward and stretched out his hand to touch it.

"Don't move!" Raven's voice suddenly became sharp: "You are not allowed to move anything here without my permission!"

The main component of the liquid in the open flask is sodium hydroxide. , also known as caustic soda and caustic soda.

Its corrosiveness is no less than that of sulfuric acid!

"Poirot, bring the lard." Raven ordered.

At this time Eric became curious and took the lard from Poirot and put it on the table.

Raven gently pushed the person away, holding the Erlenmeyer flask in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other. He poured the sodium bicarbonate inward little by little, poured a little, and started stirring.

“Oh——” Eric exclaimed, because right in front of him, a magical scene appeared.

As the liquid in the flask fell into the hot oil little by little, tiny brown-yellow particles condensed out of it. They looked like dust at first, but as more liquid was poured in, the yellow particles also became More and more, more and more dense, and finally turned into pieces of goose feathers and sank at the bottom of the barrel.

"Sir, is this, is this the legendary alchemy?"

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(End of this chapter)