Chapter 292: Gold Project, Silver Project, Iron Project, Which One Do You Choose? (I Feel Like the Fog Reward Will Be Added 1 More Times)

Grete still has an impression of Leon Carlos as an apprentice.

This young man has black hair and black eyes, has a quiet personality, but is diligent in his hands and feet. Others have stopped to rest, and he will help others clean test tubes, clean up the operating table, and collect samples.

Even those priests from the Deistic Church were taking care of the experimental animals. When Leon saw it, he would help them.

This time he was the first to produce results. Gretel saw this and inevitably wanted to teach him more skills. It just so happened that after he got the Mage Tower, he had a lot of projects in his hands, and he just wished he didn't have a coolie to help him. Of course, a student with good qualifications and hard work should try his best to take them into his hands!

Well, which project should I throw at him?

Early the next morning, on the eighth floor of the Mage Tower, in Gretel's study, three boys and girls lined up.

In addition to Leon Carlos, the girl from the Order of the God of Nature who came with a bunch of wild boars and a young man from the School of Change were the top three in this assessment. Grete, who had many projects at hand and was only worried that no one was doing them and had no ideas, naturally began to wholesale projects for these coolies...

"You are the first in this assessment, so I ask you first." Grete looked at Leon Carlos seriously:

"I have three projects on hand, all of which should be suitable for your ability and direction. One has a shorter cycle and makes money faster; one has a shorter cycle and is more profitable, but is more varied; and the other has a fairly long cycle. It’s almost impossible to make any money, but it’s the most consistent with the direction of the Necromancy School. Which one do you choose?”

When Grete talked about the second topic, the boy from the school of change moved slightly. However, he was ranked third in the assessment, and only the first two people had finished choosing before it would be his turn to choose. The young man clenched his fist slightly and lowered his head, while Leon Carlos thought for a moment and then raised his head with firm eyes:

"I choose the third one."

"Are you sure?" Gretel looked at him carefully. Leon stood upright in front of him. The pure black mage robe uniformed by Black Crow Swamp had been washed white in some places, and the cuffs and hem were frayed to the point of fraying in many places. In such a worrying economic situation, should we choose long-term, unprofitable topics?

Are you sure he can persevere? Even if he persists, is this really good for him? You know, a magician's advancement must also be supported by financial strength...

"I'm sure. Thanks sir!"

Gretel nodded and asked him to step aside. He sent the project to study biogas digesters to the girls from the Natural God Church. When it was the turn of the School of Change, only the last one was left:

"Well... go and do some research on why wine-making fails and why stored wine turns sour..."

"Mr. Nordmark!" Leon Carlos suddenly interrupted. Gretel turned to look at him:

"What? You regretted it?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nordmark." The black-haired and black-eyed boy took two steps forward, bowed his head, and bent as deeply as a green bamboo. When he raised his head again, his eyes were unusually bright, and two red masses burned on his cheekbones, as if something was igniting from the inside out:

"I don't mean to disobey you. But - but, my father once opened a winery, and I used to help there when I was a child. Then one year, several batches of wine were brewed in succession, and the winery could not turn around. , and had no choice but to sell it to others. My father couldn't afford it..."

He buried his head deeply, his shoulders shook, and his hands clenched into fists. After a moment, he raised his head for the third time, his voice already trembling slightly:

"I don't hold a grudge, nor do I want to take revenge on the person who took away the wine shop. I just want to know! - Sir, I want to know, under your guidance, why the wine goes bad and why it becomes sour! Sir, I beg you!"

"..."

Gretel rubbed his temples. Under the expectant gaze of the Necromancer apprentice, he finally sighed:

"Okay, then you do this first!"

It doesn't matter if someone sees the money in the subject, or if they really have this problem, if they want to do it, just let them do it.

At Gretel's request, a cart full of wine was delivered to the Mage's Tower. Along with the wine, there was a barrel of lees, three or four barrels of semi-finished products at various stages, raw materials, yeast, and two barrels of an unknown liquid that had failed to ferment and exuded a sour smell. The spell caster apprentices who passed by it all looked sideways and covered their noses.

"Leon Carlos!" Among a group of boys and girls who were fighting each other and almost wanted to leave first, Grete pointed to the two carts of wine barrels and said to Leon:

"Go and choose a room as a laboratory to study this thing. Use your newly learned techniques of bacterial culture, staining, and identification to check it out. There is something in these spoiled wines that is the result of brewing. There is no such thing as a successful wine!”

"Yes, Mr. Nordmark!" Leon stood at attention and saluted. He then hesitated:

"Then sir, do I still want to continue taking the class later?"

"Of course I will, what are you thinking about? I still have a project for you to do!"

A total of ten students successfully passed the first round of bacterial culture experiments. There were three people from the Black Crow Swamp, one person each from the Transformation Department and the Spell Department. Two young ladies from the Natural God Cult passed the test hand in hand, and three people passed through the God of War Temple. Temple of the Spring Goddess——

completely annihilated.

In Grete's opinion, when they washed the sea stone flowers and beef, they should really wash them more cleanly.

For the ten people who passed, Grete gave them extra homework.

In groups of five, one group cultured Staphylococcus aureus and the other group cultured Mycobacterium tuberculosis. After both groups were very familiar with each other, they were asked to add various strange things to the petri dish:

Cheese crumbles!

Moldy scraps of clothing!

Suspensions are made from soil dug from various places!

All petri dishes are divided into n groups, 18 degrees, 20 degrees, 25 degrees...add blood to the culture medium, add corn paste, various pH levels...with light, no light...use magic to induce birth, not use magic to induce birth... …

Each person has one experimental table and one experimental cabinet. There are hundreds of petri dishes on the shelves, neatly arranged one on top of another.

"Every person has 100 petri dishes per day, and ten people are equal to 1,000. If ten people are not enough, you can add 20. If 20 is not enough, you can add 24. If you can't make it with 24 people, it's a big deal and you'll have to collect more~~~"

Gretel hummed and glanced at the petri dishes in front of him as if he were looking at the green and swaying wheat fields. Well, this is the correct way to do research!

As a subject leader, I don’t have dozens of graduate students and doctoral students to help me with the work. I have to do everything myself. Not to mention whether it should be so tiring, the efficiency is completely unbearable!

it's good now. Gretel happily left the task of finding penicillin, streptomycin, and God knows what other ammoniums to the apprentices. As for himself, he concentrated on teaching these students and encouraging their growth:

"Don't just look at it with a microscope! Cultivate it! Cultivate it! Don't you need to cultivate it when you make wine?"

"You...concentrated salt water crystallizes. When cooling down, you must pay attention to maintaining a stable temperature! Is the water bath just for you to look at? Is the thing I bought with 1,000 contribution points just for you to use as a decoration? No ?—Then use it!”

"Record! Make good records! Did I give you a pen and paper to eat? Last night, the last experiment, what was the ratio of your culture medium? - Look, you can't remember, right? A good memory is not as good as a bad pen!"

Under such high-intensity practice and operation, not to mention the students' research level, their proficiency at least increased very quickly. Twenty days later, the bacterial culture operation assessment was conducted for the third time, and all employees finally passed the test.

At noon that day, Leon Carlos, who took on the task of wine-making research, excitedly rushed into Grete's study with a petri dish in his left hand and a petri dish in his right hand:

"Sir! - Mr. Nordmark! I found it! I found it! Some batches of yeast used for brewing contain some bacteria that are not found in good wine! But there are some in the wine that failed to brew! I speculate, It’s these bacteria that cause fermented wine to turn sour!”

I seem to remember that this is indeed the case... Are there bacteria in the yeast, or are there bacteria in the raw materials? Gretel nodded:

"Okay, then you can do a few experiments to verify it."

"Is it here?"

"...or help you find a wine shop?"

Grete just casually said that the accountant at the Department of Public Health, the middle-aged man who had been asked by many industry associations to do more research, took it seriously. After receiving the message, he immediately went to the Liquor Guild. At one o'clock in the afternoon the next day, the carriage in which the guild leader himself was riding stopped in front of Gretel's mage tower.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Leon Carlos, as an employee of the Department of Public Health and a commissioner sent by the Magic Council to study the problem of wine acidification, was personally accompanied by the president and entered the largest winery in the upper reaches of the Smith River. .

The wine shop was filled with smoke. A strange sour smell permeated everywhere. As soon as the middle-aged accountant stepped in, he started to frown frequently. Leon, however, showed no signs of discomfort, looking around with a nostalgic look on his face.

A long time ago, his father once took him through this winery, watching from a distance and pointing it out to him. The quality of the wine that year was particularly good, and their family's financial situation was also good. My father once said that it would be great if he could build such a large winery in his lifetime...

The president bent slightly, pressed his right hand on his right rib habitually, looked over the middle-aged accountant, and looked at Leon carefully. After walking through the crushing tank and the fermentation room, he suddenly grabbed a middle-aged accountant, walked two steps behind, and asked him in a low voice:

"What's this mage's last name? Is his surname Carlos?"

"Yes, it's me--"

Leon paused and blurted out.

That afternoon, when he left the winery and got into the carriage, he found a thick, patterned deed on the seat of the carriage.

Carlos Winery.

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