Gretel worked hard for two whole months. From the end of August, when the cool breeze brought coolness, to the end of October, when the vegetation withered and the cold rain fell, he worked 12 hours a day, but still no penicillin came out of the liver.
Of course, the results in other aspects are very rich:
Adding acid and alkali to various dyes, heating them, and tossing them back and forth resulted in a batch of new things. If they were willing to sell them to the Alchemy Guild, they could probably be sold at a good price. Unfortunately, the protagonist was too lazy to sort them out and sell them.
What a waste of time;
The ten pathogenic bacteria from Black Crow Swamp have been isolated, purified, and cultured. The animal experiments and experimental records have been completed. If you want to complete the questions, you can hand them over at any time;
The barbarians have gained a lot of weight - there are only so many materials used to make culture media every day, and the remaining beef, mutton, seaweed, seaweed, etc., boiled, roasted, and most of them have gone into the barbarian
Human belly...
The only trouble is that there has been no progress in penicillin.
So Gretel didn't dare to finish the question. Are you kidding me? What if those guys from Black Crow Swamp went too far with their experiments, multiplied these infectious bacteria indiscriminately, scattered them around, and really caused a plague?
Relying on magical treatment is obviously a drop in the bucket. The bacterial dysentery outbreak in Hartland City was already obvious. By then, having a bottle of antibiotics in hand will be the confidence to suppress the plague!
"Bernard - run a little further tomorrow and see if there are any spots, patches of green mold, whether they are growing on the soil, on books, or on the skins of various melons, and scrape them for me.
return!"
"Okay, boss!"
"Buy a bunch of fruits again, cut them open and let them grow mold!"
"No...no problem, boss."
"Add a brazier to the room where the fruit is placed to make it warmer, otherwise mold will not grow. By the way, don't stay in that room. It's not good to stay in a room where mold grows for a long time! Go to another room to warm yourself by the fire!
"
"Isn't that true, boss? I'm very strong! No need to keep warm on a day like this!"
"No need to save money for me, we don't need these few firewood money..."
"Boss! There's someone knocking on the door outside! I'll go out and take a look!"
The barbarian ran away. After a while, he came back again. As soon as his tall body moved, Master Wharton stood up with a smile and held up an envelope:
"boss!"
"What are you here for?"
Gretel raised his head from his notebook, with a surprised look on his face: "Didn't I tell you not to come here often? Didn't today's disinfectant water have been delivered?"
Yes, since Gretel started the bacterial culture project, his second follower, the fifth-level mage Mr. Aurora Wharton, has been kicked out of the laboratory... In Gretel's words:
"Your research direction is not biomedicine! You are in the plastic energy department. No matter how much time you spend on this area, it will not be good for you! Besides, working here is troublesome. You have to wear gloves and take off gloves every day, and wear protective clothing and protective clothing.
There are a lot of rules! Let’s go back to the mage tower!”
A magician from the plastic energy department has no idea about sterile operations, and his skills in biomedicine... Just look at the one who makes chlorine by himself and then poisons himself. He is probably not as good as a college undergraduate. If he knocks it over
It's not enough trouble for him to put petri dishes, Erlenmeyer flasks, etc., Emma.
Therefore, Master Wharton's only duty was to deliver newly prepared disinfectant to the laboratory once a day.
Two big buckets. One bucket for showering and one bucket for splashing on the floor.
Aurora stood in front of the table holding a piece of paper, aggrieved, and her blond hair looked bleak. Grete thought for a moment, took out a notebook from the drawer on the right, and opened it to the place where the bookmark was.
, take a look and ask:
"Since you are here today - how are you doing with the various compounds of iodine? Using various combustible gases as casting materials to study fire magic, how is the research going? I asked you to study alumina, how is the research going?
Already?"
"...Boss, I'm here to send an invitation..."
He handed over the envelope in his hand. The envelope was made of smooth dark blue hard cardboard. The blue was deep and dark, almost black, with dots of silver powder shining on it. At first glance, it looked like it was about to fall into the night.
Like the starry sky.
There is no word on the envelope, only a single mark flashing in the center of the front. However, no one can ignore this mark alone.
The outer double-circle ring. The inner hexagram. In the space cut out by the hexagram, symbols of various time, matter, elements, and metals are drawn respectively. In the center of the hexagram, there is a bright black and white eye open.
, sleepless day and night.
The logo of the journal Arcana.
On the back of the envelope, the same logo was hot-stamped on the dark red lacquer seal. Grete opened the lacquer seal and poured out the letter. On the white letter paper, beautiful cursive characters were written line by line, like vines:
"Dear Mr. Gretel Nordmark:
Since you have published articles in "Arcane" in the past year and have made important research results in the field of evocation magic,
You are hereby invited to come to the Sage Hall of Bridge Magic Academy at 9:00 am on November 5th to participate in the "Arcana" Annual Academic Conference and the Annual Young Magician Awards Ceremony.
"Arcana" Editorial Department"
Ah?
Going to an academic conference?
Grete glanced at the calendar subconsciously. November 5th... what day is today? There is no need to commute to and from get off work on time, no weekends, and naturally there are no holidays or triple wages. Except when writing experimental records, you need to write the date. , other times, the date is nothing to him...
His question was quickly answered. Aurora looked over and glanced at his hand. After reading the invitation, she exclaimed:
"Wow, boss, I'm invited to the annual meeting of "Arcana"! The teacher has only participated twice! Boss, boss, can you take me with you? By the way, boss, do you have formal attire? If not, let's go out for a walk together.
There are still 5 days until the departure party, so it’s not too late to make clothes now! There will also be an award ceremony! If you are invited to go, you will definitely get the award!"
Gretel held his head and blocked his ears.
Who is whose follower? Even if there is one person who should play the role of Tang Monk, it should be me!
Of course, you have to go to the academic annual meeting, you have to go shopping, and you have to wear formal clothes. After all, it is the top academic journal in the magic world, and the layout of "Arcana" is definitely not like "The Philosopher's Stone"
The publications are comparable. According to Aurora's explanation, magicians who receive invitations to the "Arcane" annual meeting, unless they are legends, will usually be invited to attend...
The process of the "Arcane" academic annual meeting is much more serious than that of "The Philosopher's Stone". "The Philosopher's Stone" opens at 10 a.m., so everyone arrives early at seven or eight o'clock and sets out in the empty venue first.
The two-hour stall. The bustling, lively and joyful scene still leaves a deep impression on Gretel.
As for the annual academic meeting of "Arcana", because it is open to magicians from all over the world, everyone is required to sign in one day in advance. After signing in, if there are magicians from other places who need accommodation, the organizer of the annual meeting - in fact, borrowed the administration of the college.
Organizations will also make arrangements.
So, on the afternoon of November 4th, Bridge Magic Academy was bustling with people, including many young magicians.
"Gretel!—Is it Grete?"
Grete put down his signature pen and straightened up from the sign-in desk. He heard someone calling his name from a distance. He turned his head following the sound, and a brown-haired magician with an excited face walked through the crowd and squeezed forward:
"I haven't seen you for a long time! Are you still in Nevis? Where are you working?"
"...Miles."
Gretel shook his head, and finally managed to match his face with the person. The person who came was a classmate from his training class, who later entered the school of illusion. At the beginning of the year, when ultrasound magic was just developed, Gretel
I once had a meal with them.
That time everyone thought the foie gras was not fat, so Miles went to the goose cage to catch the goose with his own hands, and even gave the goose a bite... You can't blame him for not recognizing it. Miles has jumped up compared to the beginning of the year.
It was so big that he didn't dare to recognize it!
"It's been a long time since I last saw you. You've grown a lot taller!" Gretel laughed in surprise and raised his hands for comparison. He had been living in seclusion for such a long time and rarely met acquaintances. He was still a little happy:
"Let's go have a meal together?"
"Go, go, go! A lot of people are coming to tomorrow's meeting!" Miles led him out: "Everyone is in the store at the back door, walking around and gathering together!"
There is almost a restaurant street at the entrance of every college—or at the back entrance, usually at the back entrance, and the magic academy in another world is no exception. When students are tired of eating in the school cafeteria, want to have a meal, or have a party.
, these convenient, cheap and delicious restaurants have become the first choice of students.
Because it is for magicians, even trainee magicians and low-level magicians, the consumption level of this restaurant street is still acceptable. At the very least, every meal can have meat. But when it comes to "the store at the back door", in
Among the students and training class participants, there is only one company that defaults to:
On the right side of the back door, the third facade is the "Magician's House" against the back wall of the academy.
The owner of this restaurant is a smiling old man who comes from the north and has lived locally for twenty years. His accent has become almost the same as that of the locals. However, the dishes still retain some northern characteristics - the portions are relatively large,
When students come to eat, they always give more meat. So at meal time, the upstairs and downstairs are full, and you can sit all the way to the corner of the stairs.
Grete followed Master Miles, squeezing sideways for a long way, and then squeezed to sit by the window on the second floor. At this time, the dining table was already full of people, all of whom were the best in the training class on the spot.
The group who stayed in Nevis saw Gretel arriving, and they all raised their hands and greeted each other:
"Gretel, you're here! Sit inside, sit inside!"
"I haven't seen you for a long time! I heard that you entered Thunder Horn. Which master is your disciple? I didn't even find out about you when I went to the peak last time..."
"I heard that you went to the annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone"..."
"The food is served! Move aside! Chris, don't stand up yet -"