Chapter 217 Going to the Alchemy Academic Annual Meeting to Buy Something? (Mr. Chun, Leader of the Alliance, Adds 2 Updates)

This is how followers and followers reach a balance. From the next day, Mr. Aurora Wharton, a third-level arcanist and fifth-level magician, began to live a happy life of not sleeping during the day and unable to sleep at night...Sorry, doing experiments during the day and writing papers at night.

Mr. Wharton worked with great pleasure.

Grete ignored him most of the time and was minding his own business. Except for a few words of advice when assigning tasks:

"Measure the weight of the gas that emits blue fire!" Weight, weight...it's so light that it's almost impossible to detect T_T, and the boss's requirements are very strict...

"Be careful not to leak the yellow-green gas!" How dare you, I've been poisoned once before!

"Write down all the things that will emit yellow-green gas when electrolyzed, and summarize it!" 20 kinds of materials have been tried, but the boss obviously feels that it is not enough...

However, Wharton occasionally wanted to do some experiments of his own, and Gretel gave him enough freedom and did not feel that he was delaying his progress. for example:

"This gas can be ignited and will emit blue fire? Can I use it instead of sulfur as a casting material to try the fireball spell?"

"Okay, let's try it. Don't stay here, find a larger venue and protect it well - if possible, hire a master to help you add a barrier..."

Our Mr. Wharton took a senior brother down. He swiped Senior Brother's badge and authority, booked a spell testing room for training fifth-level magic, raised a spell barrier, and Senior Brother Yang set up enough armor for him. Then, hiding behind the barrier, he used his mental power to outline the spell model of the fireball spell, and touched the gas in the test tube——

"boom!!!"

On the wall, in the center of the room, the spell barrier was shattered layer by layer. The senior brother slowly opened his mouth: "You...you are doing the fireball technique...right?!"

"Yeah..." Aurora Wharton's eyes widened. He looked at the crystals on the wall of the testing room, the test tube in his hand, and then the spell barrier:

"Teacher, senior brother, fortunately I brought you here..."

If he hadn't come to the high-level testing room, if there weren't layers of spell barriers, and if the fireball spell exploded, the air waves might have rolled into his face!

The senior brother stared at the test tube in his hand and was too embarrassed to ask. Aurora Wharton smiled at him and ran up to the 375th floor. Rushing in front of Gretel, he was already running huffing and puffing, gasping for breath, holding his knees and saying:

"That...that fireball technique..."

"Boom, right?"

Gretel asked without looking up. This word has never appeared before, but the image is so vivid that Wharton understood the meaning without even thinking about it. He took a breath and nodded vigorously:

"That's right! Fortunately, I listened to you...how did you know how to boom? Can I teach it to others?"

"You go and write your paper."

"Okay! The author writes your name!"

"You're the second one."

"Okay! Thank you!"

Master Wharton went about doing experiments, supplementing data, and writing papers. Whether the spell strength, spell explosion range, range has changed, and whether the amount of gas carried will affect the spell strength. These are all tested, which is particularly exhausting. Wow, it seems that today’s entertainment time has disappeared again...

The idea was just a passing thought. Only by completing all the data can I publish a good enough paper, and also be able to use it as a complete improvement magic to get enough rewards from the parliament.

However, Master Wharton knew it, Gretel also knew it, and every mage in the Magic Council knew it. In this improvement, switching to a new material is not the key. Discovering an unknown new material, trying a stable and reliable preparation method, and testing its properties are the key to everything.

That's why Grete was able to get a work as a matter of course. He even let Wharton sign as the second author, which was quite generous. It’s just a tool for measuring data and writing papers. Where can I find it?

So Master Wharton went to work with tears in his eyes. I wrote down a bunch of data here, and just as I was about to sort it out, someone shouted again:

"Oluo, come here and do me a favor... set up a force field barrier, okay, pump out the air, fill it with fire energy, and ignite it!"

BOOM!

It exploded again...

"Isn't this force field strong enough... Let's strengthen the force field barrier and try again!"

BOOM!

"Strengthen it a little more, get as strong as you can! Do it again, Auro, please!"

This time it burned safely. The charcoal in the force field barrier swallowed white flames and was quickly burned clean. As soon as Master Wharton breathed a sigh of relief, he listened to Gretel's command:

"Put in more water vapor! Pour in more water! Increase the high temperature! High temperature!"

BOOOOOOOM!

"Well... Boss, let's eat first. I ordered ham and honeydew melon, ribs in sauce, baked mushrooms and pan-fried cod..."

"What did you say?"

"Let's eat first!"

"The last sentence!"

"I ordered ham and honeydew..."

"Honeydew melon! Yes, honeydew melon!" Gretel suddenly stood up, spinning around excitedly: "Buy me two honeydew melons. By the way, does Babel allow melons to be brought into the laboratory?"

"...It's okay to bring a few slices in occasionally, but it's best to eat them quickly... The teacher will scold you... Why do you want honeydew melon?"

"oops……"

Gretel was spinning around. Master Wharton saw his eyes shining brightly, and he opened his mouth several times and raised his hands to try to make gestures, obviously trying to explain himself. After struggling for a while, my shoulders still slumped:

"You'll know when I make it!"

"I, I'll get lunch..."

I can’t even understand the projects my boss is working on, and the boss thinks you can’t even understand them when he explains them to you…

Sad.

Master Wharton was dejected and left in dismay. After a while, Gretel carried the lunch box upstairs. Grete took a bite, took a look, took another bite, and took another look...

"Boss, don't be reluctant to eat honeydew melon! It's wrapped in ham! I've ordered the honeydew melon you want and will bring it to you during afternoon tea!"

"Ah...oh, I just forgot, in fact, we only need the melon rind..."

Aurora Wharton: "...????"

Aren’t you going to order a few honeydew melons? Otherwise, do you want me to dig through the trash can?

As a result, he didn't even get a bite of the honeydew melon in the afternoon. Grete personally cut the honeydew melon into half-centimeter-thick slices, placed them one by one, and set up a large array of melon rinds in the corner of the laboratory. On the shelves below the melon peel array, there are rows and rows of at least hundreds of glass dishes...

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Uh... I've made it and I'll show you the paper!"

Grete set up two stoves nearby, and he was cooking broth in one pot and seaweed in the other. The fragrance of the cooking was all over the corridor...

Gretel's technical route is very clear.

Boil broth media, boil agar media, boil various media. Cultivate bacteria such as Staphylococcus aureus and Escherichia coli in a culture medium. Then, get soil, dust, grass blades, and various other things everywhere, and put them into the culture medium to multiply and see if they can grow bigger. Ship penicillin.

Of course, as the destined culture medium for propagating penicillin - melon, we must not let it go!

Of course, if there is no penicillin, any streptomycin, chlortetracycline, or tetracycline will do. As for how to refine penicillin after penicillium is discovered, and how to make it into medicines, well, it will be straightened out when the ship reaches the bridge!

Gretel gave this project infinite patience. Traveling back to the world before, it took Alexander Fleming at least half a year from beginning his bacterial culture experiments to discovering penicillin - not counting subsequent verification. Gretel looked at his luck index and didn't think it would be higher than Fleming...

So, is it normal to spend a year or two looking for penicillin?

Anyway, he got the results of the old dwarf's sputum culture experiment. There were indeed a large number of Mycobacterium tuberculosis in the sputum. His treatment technique couldn't handle this thing, so he had to get a penicillin anyway.

Gretel calmly conducted experiments slowly, calling Aurora for help several times a day - which seemed to consume half of his spells. Unfortunately, there was no result. The force field barrier either exploded with a bang or flickered out without any movement. He is not in a hurry, but Aurora Wharton is a little impatient:

"Boss, what are you planning to do? How about I find a senior brother to help?"

"Well, no need, I'll think about it again... maybe the parameters are adjusted wrong..."

Two people are in the same room, each doing their own thing. Wizard Wharton felt that his life was back to the same place, reading books, studying magic, doing experiments, and copying scrolls. Except for the addition of a nominal boss, who must always remember to put a protective shield on him, the other rhythms have not changed at all. Oh, by the way, remember to order meals every day...

Aurora Wharton deeply doubted whether Gretel would starve to death in the laboratory if he was not responsible for bringing food.

After half a month of experimenting, the task given by Gretel finally came to an end. After submitting the paper for review, Master Wharton suddenly felt relaxed. He took stock of what he was doing and came to Gretel with an invitation:

"Boss, there is a meeting tomorrow. Are you going to attend?"

"What will happen?"

Grete looked up from the microscope. I took too long to examine microorganisms under the microscope, and the orbit of my right eye was pressed out by the eyepiece. At first glance, it looked like a one-sided giant panda. He rubbed his eyes subconsciously. The focus of his eyes had not yet been restored. For a while, he looked at everyone like they were looking at bacteria. The top is the cell, the bottom is the flagellum~~~

Seeing this dull, out-of-situ look in Master Wharton's eyes, he really wanted to take a pen and put a black eye on him. One on each side, that’s symmetrical, isn’t it?

He showed the invitation to Grete:

"The annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone". "The Philosopher's Stone" is a monthly magazine run by the School of Change. Every year, a group of magicians are invited to hold academic conferences. There will be many interesting gadgets for sale - if you want to find something that cannot be bought outside, , or new gadgets that have just been made and haven’t been priced yet, just go to this meeting.

The invitation was for my senior brother. I snatched it from him and could bring two people in. Boss, do you want to come with me? "

Gretel hesitated. Master Wharton had already taken out the invitation and waved it in front of him:

"Go, go, go! There are so many interesting things at the conference, including singing dolls, metal birds that can deliver messages, and small houses that can be carried with you! You can also meet many magicians in the alchemy field. What do you want, boss? You can find someone to customize everything!”

Gretel was moved. Networking is indeed his shortcoming. The more magicians he knows, the easier it is to do anything - such as tissue tweezers, vascular forceps, aspirators, and precision analytical scales... Go to the annual meeting Go shopping, maybe you can find someone to do it?

Anyway, the petri dish is left there. Whether you look at it or not look at it, the bacteria in it will grow or not...

At 8:30 the next morning, Gretel followed Master Wharton into the venue. The annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone" is not in the Tower of Babel, but on the thirteenth floor of the sub-tower of the Change Department. According to the time schedule on the invitation, the academic meeting will not start until ten o'clock. Before ten o'clock, the entire venue is in a mess, with countless magicians hawking their things:

"The household golem can cook, wash, and clean for you. It knows 100 kinds of recipes. It is the best choice for a single mage to travel far away. It only costs 199 contribution points!"

"Come on, of your 100 recipes, 99 of them are sandwiches, right?"

"Cliff eagle eggs are for sale! You can sign a contract to become a magic pet! Another pair of eyes for the mage!"

"Why does your egg look a little smaller? Is it really a cliff eagle? It can't be an owl, right?"

"Purple scale stone! Purple scale stone! The one with the highest price will get it if the quantity is scarce!"

"Let me see, let me see, let me see..."

Grete looked at the strange things along the way. Sure enough, he saw a demon doll that could dance and do somersaults, a pair of small drums that could resonate and transmit sound, and he also saw bundles of silver rods enchanted with [Eternal Flame] placed on the side. Grete was quite interested and stood in front of the stall, bargaining with the alchemist:

"I don't want it to be so long... half a finger is enough! Just keep the light directional! If it can be done, I want 60 of them, and put them evenly on the disk..."

"Uh... The reason why the silver rod is so long is to depict the magic circle... We can cut it up to half a foot long! If it is shorter, it will require a master to make it, and the price will at least double. Do you want it?"

Gretel fled. Not to mention doubling the price, even at the current price, he can't afford it! A silver rod imbued with eternal flames started at 100 gold coins, and 60 would cost 6,000 gold coins. He had spent all of it and he didn't even have it... If not, why would he want to buy a shorter one?

Master Wharton was pulled by him to escape. After passing seventeen or eight stalls in a row, there was a sudden blockage in front of them. A large group of mages were rubbing shoulders one after another and squeezing towards a table:

"let me see!"

"Let me take a look!"

"Hey, I really saw it! It's so big!"

"Wow!!! What kind of evil spirit put the bugs here! It's so scary!!!"

Grete became curious, pulled Wharton along, and squeezed in along with the crowd. Halfway through the crowd, I saw a 27 or 27-year-old mage who was very proud and frothing at the mouth, bragging to his friends:

"How about it? It's interesting! I bought it when I was traveling in the south! This thing is much better than a magnifying glass. It can magnify things 100 times and opens the door to a new world! We are all friends, so I brought you over to see it first. , when we have a meeting later, this is the content of my speech! I won’t be able to wait in line by then!”

Aurora Walton: "..."

He looked at Gretel, blinked, pointed at the table, and blinked again:

...I remember you watching this every day in the laboratory?

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