"This is roughly what happened. I suspect that someone threw the Clarifying Potion into the well in the salt tide area, and the gathering of people who have taken Clarifying within a certain range will worsen the symptoms."
Kraft was nestled in his chair, holding a piece of freshly broken wood in his hand. The burrs on it had not had time to be polished off, and there was a huge carbon-painted broken circle on one side.
The table was finally bought, and the boss did not give a negative answer to these abnormal people, especially when the most abnormal noble among them was carrying a sword.
Seeing the boss's attitude, he could no longer live in this hotel. Kraft packed up his few belongings, hung them on the horse that was fostered in the stable, and moved to a hotel. Before leaving, he didn't forget to ask the boss to borrow a hand saw.
, cut off the table board and take it away.
Now they were sitting in the new hotel room. Since there was only one chair, Liston and Lucius could only sit on the edge of the bed.
Lifting up the small blanket covering him, Kraft moved a little closer to the stove, "Tomorrow we will go to the salt tide area together, guard the well, and tell them not to drink anymore."
"So they will really believe it and accept walking a longer distance to fetch water every day from now on?" Liston expressed doubts about this, "And in your current condition, can you really go tomorrow?"
Kraft had just changed out of his semi-dry clothes and rinsed off the salt particles that were constantly irritating the small scratches on his body. Now he dared to promise that he would go to the salt tide area tomorrow. Liston expressed serious doubts about whether he could do it.
"Don't worry, even if I go to the battlefield, I'm still someone who can last a few rounds."
It's true that Old Wood didn't want him to go to the battlefield, but he also considered that he couldn't take care of him forever, and there was a possibility that he could make contributions in the future when his brain was hot, so the intensity of training was absolutely not compromised. He must have the physical fitness to trot all the way in a full set of metal armor.
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Although Kraft had always complained privately that this was just for running away after losing his horse on the battlefield, he still basically achieved the standards approved by his grandfather.
The warm fire brought reassuring heat, which is the most effective and reliable energy source currently available to mankind, and the cornerstone of civilization. He could feel his body warming up, and his physical strength was gradually recovering. At least, he would not be able to carry out normal activities tomorrow morning.
question.
"As for the well problem... I can pay for someone to dig another well for them in another place, or even two wells, and then fill up the damn polluted well."
Having money is indeed a happy thing, and it can easily solve most problems. Even if it involves abnormal phenomena, it still requires a material foundation.
Residents in salt tide areas have no choice but to live there because they share a well with many people. Then Craft can use money to solve the impact of well water and cut off the source directly.
But when it came to money, Kraft remembered something, "By the way, as a lecturer, I should be paid, right?"
"Is this the first day you noticed this?" Liston looked at the lord's stupid son. It was the first time in his life that he had worked overtime for two months before thinking of his reward.
Unexpectedly, Kraft thought for a moment and nodded seriously. He usually didn't spend much, and his biggest expense was to buy paper and ink for copying books. If he hadn't been able to get out recently, he really wouldn't have considered this.
question.
Subconsciously, he is not an independent individual, but exists as a family heir, and all financial resources are in the hands of Old Wood and Anderson.
"Do you need me to explain to you how the academy operates?"
"Thank you, but now is not the time." Kraft keenly smelled a nasty smell, which was the administrative process he disliked the most.
He can understand countless complicated operations, and he has hundreds of twists and turns of knowledge on his back, but he can't figure out these strange rules and procedures, and his head hurts whenever he gets involved in paperwork outside of his major.
"Let's talk about the current situation. Liston's work must also be adjusted. Until we thoroughly understand the mechanism of everything, not a drop of clarifying potion can be used."
Emotionally, it was difficult for Liston to accept this decision, "Then we will be back to the original situation immediately. Even the clean surgery you requested cannot be achieved in some amputation."
"We can't bet on how many people taking Qingming will affect each other if they gather together. Besides, I don't know how to calculate the extent of gathering." Kraft was also helpless about this.
It would be bad to lose the help of the diluent, but if an abnormal phenomenon that would wear down the barrier between the world and the deep is allowed to spread in Wendeng Port, he cannot escape the blame.
Assuming that it really continues and more people realize the significance of the application of this technology, once Professor Morrison over at Dunling decides to make the discovery public, then the situation will be beyond their control.
No one can resist the temptation of painless surgery. Even if it proves that it cannot be used by too many people, the result will only be that everyone wants to use it themselves.
And just the little bit of black liquid left in the basement, after dilution, is enough to provide conditions for thousands of operations. This number of people will be a considerable proportion in the entire Wendeng Port, causing a large-scale salt tide incident.
Re-engraving is a matter of time.
"This is so weird, like some kind of epidemic. Drinking Chengming is the prerequisite for its infection, and the gathering of users is the cause of its outbreak?" Liston glared at Lucius, who showed an innocent expression, and Clara
Ford didn't tell him this at the time, "Then do we still need to let them disperse?"
"It's hard to do, they have nowhere to go. And they shouldn't need to." Kraft explained, "I guess the well water has diluted the agent to the extreme, so that continuous drinking is required to accumulate and interact to gradually promote the progression of the disease.
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"Our approach is to break one of the links first."
More words were swallowed. There were invisible creatures wandering in the deep layers. He couldn't explain how he knew it. Speaking of it was meaningless except being regarded as hysterical and reducing his credibility.
"I don't have many questions about these, but there is one thing I need to know." Liston has wanted to ask this question for a long time, "How did Chengming appear in the well in the salt tide area?"
Kraft, who seemed to be speaking freely just now, quickly shut up and made a not-so-convincing thinking gesture. Lucius next to him shrank back, minimizing his presence as much as possible.
The situation became quite awkward, and for Liston, silence was the most powerful answer, even more obvious than Lucius's silence.
This basically confirmed his previous guess. Even if Lucius helped conceal it, Kraft couldn't say anything, and he didn't dare to give an inaccurate suspect. This person could only be Professor Kalman. At the same time, Big
Probability is the source of the clarifying potion.
"Well, if you had known, you would have caught him long ago." Pretending to be confused is a skill. Although Liston has not seen some classic clips that are familiar to otherworldly souls, this does not prevent him from practicing in the long-term society.
Learn this skill.
It's too late to regret it now. This pit was already laid when he participated in the operation. Kraft himself may not have realized it, and no one can even think of getting rid of the relationship until now.
Why would the professor do that? How to explain this damn motive? Liston was so mad that he had to maintain a helpless expression on the surface and pretend to be ignorant.
Kraft also knew that his silence was too far-fetched, but fortunately Liston's words gave him a step down, "I really have no idea about this matter. Fortunately, it doesn't hinder the next steps. Let's do what we can do first."
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"Do you need to take a nap first?"
"No, I've had enough sleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow night." When it came to sleep, Kraft subconsciously pressed the left side of his waist and touched the hilt of the sword. The cold, hard and blunt texture brought a sense of reassurance as always.
His good mental state reminded him of a problem, that is, he would have to fall asleep sooner or later, and that existence, that soft body, the wriggling thing would come to the door and drag him into the depths.
From a certain perspective, this is not a bad thing, but it is exactly what he wants.
He already knew the clues to return from the deep layer, and judging from the results, the thing in the deep layer failed to catch him. Wouldn't it be a good time to see what the situation is like in the area corresponding to the salt tide zone on another level?
A bold idea was born.
People's desire to commit suicide and curiosity are unstoppable. Kraft pondered for a while and expressed his thoughts: "I'm going to Elm Street to find a house where I can spend the night."
"Is it really necessary?"
"Next, I may have to travel to the salt tide area frequently. Is it necessary to find a temporary place nearby?"
"Yeah...that's right." Lucius agreed.
Liston nodded. He felt that there were some other reasons. Everything about Kraft was abnormal, but he could explore the specific reasons later. "If you need help with anything else, please don't forget me."
"Thank you, this couldn't be better. I just have some things to buy." Regardless of whether Liston was polite or not, Craft was not polite. He took off the blanket and went to get a pen and paper. "I'll make a list. These are all.
Easy to find daily necessities.”
In his mind, Kraft had already begun to formulate a complete strategy. In the fragmented memories, the dark and damp but surprisingly consistent level with the present world inspired him. The preparations here are likely to be exactly the same deep down.
copy.
"Oil, kindling?" Liston frowned, "What is this used for?"
"It will give me a good dream. Just think of it as the obsession of an unlucky guy who woke up in the cold and damp." In response to him, Kraft shrugged and shook the blanket aside.
He took the piece of paper and even saw a small boat at the bottom. It was only one person wide and was used for transportation in coastal waters and for escape from some large ships.
"Okay, no problem. When you come back from the salt tide area tomorrow, you will find these things sent to Elm Street."
The paper was folded into small squares and stuffed into the bag. Liston did not continue to ask questions, and he was not dissatisfied with this errand that was obviously a waste of time for him. He could ask someone to complete the messy purchase items inside.
Anyway, he needs a suitable reason to act alone to complete a bold idea.