Chapter 358 Cold Medicine
"The main things I'm here are two things." Monk Raymond pinched his nose tightly, trying to block the ubiquitous odor in the air, but their presence was too strong.
The strong smell of wine, the sourness of plants, and the smoky atmosphere of oil and paper burning, made him feel that he was soaked in some evil medicinal wine bottle, and he was about to pickle and taste.
It is hard to imagine how a normal person persisted here for two days, and at present, he has not shown any sign of what he is about to end.
After he was talking, he took the patrol last night and walked the instigator of the monastery and was still busy, filtering the light green liquid soaked in the swollen bark into another container. "The first thing, I hope you know, last night's incident had some bad effects. Normally, a monastery would not have been there for several days without praying in the morning for no reason.
"We shouldn't run in the corridor in the dark in the middle of the night and break the newly repaired door bolt. We must admit that the technique is really...unbelievable, with accuracy and strength. I can't think of how to do it.
"But compared with this, I still want to know more about what personal grudges you have with several bookshelfs, so that you have to use the 'that way'. "
Although I unfortunately saw it once in Dunling, watching the traces of power up close is another feeling. The wood is separated from the broken part and refreshes the understanding of the word smoothness, without any burrs or signs of force. When touching the perfect section, you will experience the chill like a ray of light on your back.
If there were any intruders there who were not very sensible at that time, the scene would probably be more terrifying. "I'm very sorry, I'll explain this later. The situation is a bit complicated and I can't explain it in a short time." Craft swayed the bottle, hesitated and filtered the liquid again, and it was much clearer now. "In fact, I don't know what I'm facing."
"Can it be understood as an extremely dangerous thing?"
"It's hard to say. So far, it doesn't seem to show obvious aggression, at least it doesn't mean to jump out and bite me."
The attraction of the liquid in the bottle does not seem worse than that of the unnatural power, at least in Craft's eyes.
He skillfully divided the same amount of three parts from the large reagent bottle, added the bark leachate, and stirred evenly.
Then start drawing a circle in front of the body, and the well-coordinated body functions make the movements particularly standard. It seemed that he was afraid that it would not be enough, so he drew a few more circles, which seemed inappropriate.
But we can see that our attitude is quite good, and we must have something to ask for from Heavenly Father.
"Are you here?"
"Pray." Craft looked at Raymond in surprise, as if it was not himself who was strange, but the person who asked the question. "May the Lord bless His loyal Knight Commander to smooth the experiment and double the productivity."
"..."
Raymond gave up his struggle and realized that he might not be able to correct Craft's attitude towards faith throughout his life.
Some people do not have no awe of mainstream beliefs, but are equally disrespectful to all types of religious beliefs.
Since taking office, the only comfort was probably that the other party’s little disciples were quite interested in the story of the Holy Book. Perhaps the next generation of the Knights still had hope and could guide the right path.
"The second thing, you may have discovered that managing a Knights is not easy. Neither you nor me can handle all matters alone." He emphasized his tone in the second half. "We need to divide the labor, or decentralize the power, and leave the matter to the right people, so that they have the freedom to decide how to deal with it based on their own wisdom. "The Archbishop assigned the affairs of each city to the local bishops, only understanding the general situation, rather than receiving a report every few days.
"This is a inevitable trend, and we are destined not to stop at the foot of the mountain or Priyere, and the monastery has the right to reconnect the entire parish, and it is also an obligation, just as the lords naturally need to be responsible for the territory and the king. "Further, this also means we need to establish communication with the churches, who provide the information, connections and resources needed by the monastery, and the monastery provides them with the opportunity to protect, name and study.
"Perhaps we will know more during the communication process than waiting here for Father Green to find something and write back to us. To be honest, I rarely saw him go to the library before."
"Study further, what are you going to learn?" Craft captured the most sensitive words. "Well, okay, this one can be put away." The monastery is obviously more suitable for doctors than monks to study, "but you should really consider my suggestions," Raymond finally found a chair that was not occupied by miscellaneous things and sat down, and was ready to not get an answer in a short time.
Craft's mind is not about the main business, or his understanding of the main business may be a little different from Raymond.
The busy work in his hands occupied too much room for thinking, so that he could only extract a small number of keywords from a long passage.
As the experiment progressed to a critical stage, there were only replies of the tone such as "um" and "oh" that were squeezed out from time to time.
The viscous oily substance fell into the yellow-green solution drip by drip, and Craft's expression finally fluctuated, bringing a complex ripples of expectation and worry.
People with sharp vision can see the translucent outline of the droplets, which involves silk threads and smoke-like trajectories in the solution.
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You can hear a long exhalation, as if you have to spit out the dust accumulated in your lungs for several days.
It was only then that he noticed that the tracks were outlined by extremely small white powder-like objects, sinking slowly and firmly.
Craft's already complicated expression became even more exciting, with surprises, doubts, suddenness, and disbelief, changing back and forth.
"Thank you for that thing, I understand!"
"You better not tell me that I was suddenly enlightened last night." Raymond admitted that Craft would rather thank the ghost for knowing what it was than thanks to Heavenly Father for his actions.
As long as the mental state is stable, everything will be fine.
"If you have to say something, the key breakthrough was indeed completed last night." Craft almost broke his nerves when his first sentence was said.
Fortunately, he realized the ambiguity in his words in time and added the second half as quickly as possible: "I mean, thank you for delaying my whole night."
"God knows why I have been heating the extraction and concentrating it before. The thermal stability of this thing must be frighteningly poor."
"I was just looking for it last night, but I didn't have time to heat it up, soak it all night." The viscous liquid kept falling from Craft's hand, and the snowflakes in the bottle became denser, and a layer of visible precipitation accumulated at the bottom. "It's that simple. Heating in alcohol extraction will destroy unstable extracts. The correct solution should be to extend the soaking time at room temperature." "So what are you doing?" As a pure layman, the monk did not share the twists and turns of the winding surprises.
"Well...cold medicine." "It sounds quite broad, not like your style." "It's really broad."