Chapter 540: The Alchemy Guild Comes to Visit, Has the Financial Crisis Been Resolved?

Gretel simply didn't know what to say.

Although potassium iodide solution and alcohol are both colorless and transparent, their smells are different! There is such an obvious smell of alcohol, didn’t you smell it before pouring Cerela? No, what did you take out the alcohol for?

The step you are doing now does not require alcohol! It just poured, so why did you heat it up?

Grete had to stop his experiments and stay with Cerela. He put on all the protection, and Cerela also put on all the protection. He activated the highest level of energy isolation barrier, and looked at Cerira with a command and an action:

"Stir! Stir! Slow down a little! - Cool it down!"

"boom!"

The half-rising explosion was frozen in Miss Silver Dragon's ice breath.

"...Forget it, come again!"

"Cool down!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"...Forget it, let's not make nitrocellulose, let's just start with celluloid... Remember to go slow when pressurizing and heating!"

"boom!"

Grete thought seriously about whether to send her to harm the change system... She has strong defense, can stop reacting at low temperatures at any time, and has endless curiosity. As a magician of the change system, this is obviously a good material. ah!

...But if he really sent her away, Cerela would be unhappy, right?

Gretel gave up the idea after thinking about it. However, he didn't want to send the silver dragon girl to the transformation department, but they came to the door...

The vice-president of the Alchemy Guild, a great magician who had previously made a deal with Gretel and helped him sell microscopes, shadowless lamps, pencils and other gadgets, came to visit in person carrying a bag of crystal cards.

"Oh, you are so polite!" Grete followed etiquette, trying not to pay attention to the bag of crystal cards, and ordered the invisible servant to serve tea to the guests. The old man in work clothes took a weakened version of the freezing ray on the hot black tea, took a nice sip, and then began to sigh:

"Master Nordmark! We have been doing business not long after you arrived in Nevis, and it has been for so many years. Tell me, I haven't lost a penny to you in these years, right?"

"Ah...this..."

Gretel was a little embarrassed. Not only did he not lose a penny, the trading conditions given to him by the alchemy workshop were quite generous.

In the past few years, he has basically no shortage of money on hand when doing research-except for large expenses-basically, it is provided by the alchemy workshop.

"So, why did you authorize that slice to Black Crow Swamp!" The old man in overalls sighed and became more and more sad:

"Do you know how I felt when I got the sublicense from them? - It's so painful! The combination and conversion of substances, the production of new substances, and the development of new functions, is inherently a field of change. Ah! We actually got it from Black Crow Swamp!"

Gretel was even more embarrassed. Plastic is not a substance, but a big family. In the hands of the transformation system, they can really develop endless products and exert endless effects. But in the hands of the necromancy system, cough.

"Um... I'm short of money recently..."

He hesitated and his eyes couldn't help but drift to the corner of the coffee table. The chips brought by the old man in overalls were lying there quietly, and he didn’t know how many there were——

It should not exceed 100 pieces, otherwise the gift would be too heavy. The problem is, even 100 tablets can’t fill this bottomless pit!

The old man obviously came prepared. I have already checked Grete's recent transaction records and know his most urgent needs. Following Gretel's gaze, he pushed the velvet bag at his side:

"Forget it, the past is past. If there is such an invention in the future, you must think of us! - By the way, you have bought five or six hundred crystal cards recently. Do you have any special research projects? Our production can hardly keep up!”

Ah this...

Gretel really didn't expect that there would be a production problem. Data crystal card, isn't it the same as an A drive or a CD drive? How could it not keep up?

This kind of thing, once the assembly line is opened, tens of thousands of pieces should come out. I only bought a few hundred pieces, and you are saying that the production cannot keep up?

How do you produce it?

He took the old man into the center of the mage tower and demonstrated his research process to him. As soon as he saw the gold box, the old man laughed:

"Ah, that's it. A few days ago, I took my assistant to work on your order for [Philosopher's Rose] for half a month - so it's with you? Then you don't need to use the chip! Directly connected to the tower spirit , wouldn’t it be nice to let it help you remember?”

Gretel looked at him expectantly. Company, what company? Wires? Or fiber optic? Where is Lian?

This golden box was completely airtight and embedded with dense gems and mithril threads. He couldn't find any way to open it, and he didn't dare to violently pry it open!

However, in the hands of the makers of magic props, nothing is a problem. The vice-president of the Alchemy Guild only made a few gestures, and the surface of the gold box clicked and popped open automatically. Then, click, click, click...

The gem flew up, the mithril thread was pulled out, and the box wall retreated from its position. The old man in work clothes was thick and short, and his ten carrot-like fingers kept flying. After a while, he opened the gold box and revealed the secret hidden inside:

A clear and transparent cylindrical crystal is located in the center, and the flashing runes are densely packed and neatly arranged on the outside. Layers upon layers of gears mesh with each other, and countless magic words are engraved on each gear...

At first glance, it looks like a combination of a mechanical desk clock + a computer motherboard, but it is ten times more complicated than that thing and may carry a hundred times more information. Grete only glanced at it and turned away, not daring to take a closer look:

feel dizzy.

The old man's work continues. He made a small hole in the gold box on the side of the part that spits out the chip, and took out two mithril threads. One end is connected inside the box, and the other end goes through the small hole and extends long:

"Come on, come on, your mage tower center, where is the entrance for receiving information? Just connect it to it!"

"MOSS..."

The tower spirit clicked, popped open a panel, and raised a crystal pillar as thick as two fingers. The old man simply and roughly twisted the mithril thread up:

"Okay! Just give it a try!"

Grete followed his instructions and took out a tube of blood sample, pressed a finger on the surface of the gold box, and began to cast a spell. The crystal pillar flickered on and off like it was breathing. No familiar clicking sound was heard, and no chip was pushed out. Instead, there was the calm voice of the tower spirit:

"Recorded, Master."

"MOSS, how much of this kind of data can you store?"

"There is basically no upper limit, Master." MOSS responded eloquently. Gretel took a breath and waved his fist to the sky:

Very good!

What there is no upper limit means is that as long as he works in the mage tower, he doesn't need to buy chips!

As for the hospital, if the patient asks for X-rays or B-ultrasound reports, they are asked to buy the chip themselves... Well, it is included in the examination fee, and there are two packages?

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