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Chapter 1205 Lord of the plague, you don't even know flies?

Gold leaf, vacuum chamber, observation equipment, etc., Gretel actually wanted it for Master Bairbo.

The elder brother is on the key point of advancing to the legend, and he can't miss a step.In order to accompany him, it is too painful to delay half a year and a year of research——

Therefore, Grett added these experimental instruments related to the observation of atomic nuclei to the list.The left and right are not very expensive, gold leaf or something, the elder brother just made a fortune, there are a lot of gold...

As for himself, it was all flies, flies, flies and flies.Led by Udian and Ashe Moonsong, a dozen or so elves ran in the surrounding forest for seven or eight days before they tremblingly picked up a pile of loads and came back with thousands of bottles:
"Well, Gretel, here's your fly..."

Oh my god, things like flies are really disgusting!Either in the garbage dump, or in the toilet, or else, next to the dead animals, or live animals that bite and bleed...

Elves, but among all elves, there is no one who does not like to be clean!
In order to find all these flies, they pinched their noses and went wherever it was dirty or smelly, and it was going to kill them!
If it wasn't for the elves living nearby, if it wasn't for me, if it was my friend, or if it was an acquaintance I knew or a monster I was familiar with, who would be willing to suffer such a big crime after being treated by Gretel!

Gretel also looked ashen.

There are a thousand bottles, and each bottle is covered with a pile of rotten soil, rotten meat, excrement, etc., and hundreds of flies are buzzing in it.

In order to maintain ventilation, the mouth of the bottle cannot be sealed, and can only be covered with a layer of gauze.The smell of a thousand bottles coming through the gauze, the effect...

Gretel cast a bubble spell on himself with a backhand.

Looking at the elves, all of them are covered with bubble spells and cleansing spells, and they still look bleak.Everyone looks like they have been raped a hundred times a hundred times.

Gretel forced a small smile, nodded thankfully, and looked at the bottles.Looking at this carefully, I feel dizzy even more:

Big ones, small ones, gray ones, black ones, green ones.Red eyes, black eyes, brown eyes.Sweeping over at a glance, in short, there are twenty or thirty kinds at least...

"That..." he asked weakly: "These flies, have you separated them one by one?"

"Do you still want to separate?"

"Different species? Who cares what kind of fly there is!"

"That's right, who would study flies! This smelly and dirty thing!"

"A thousand bottles of flies! How do you divide them up, open them all, and then guide them into groups? Tell them, 'You can discuss with each other, and the same kind will fly together'?"

"Who is going to communicate with the flies? Anyway, I don't want to... Thinking about it makes me feel so dirty and smelly... Uh..."

Gretel: T_T
"Okay, you guys don't bully little Gretel, he's about to cry..."

At the critical moment, it was Ashe Moonsong who stood up, waved her arms, and sent away the companions who brought the flies together.Then, turning to Gretel, heaved a long sigh:
"Forget it, forget it, how to group them, you just say it, and I will find a way to help you..."

"Don't help him."

At the entrance of the laboratory—or the experimental area, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

The great mage Bairbo strode over, and it really was the Bubble Curse Helm and the Cleansing Curse Body Protector.Glancing at the bottle of flies at the door, he frowned, looking very dissatisfied:
"You don't even know flies?"

"Huh?" Why do I need to know...

"Plague..." Archmage Bairbo wanted to complain about the "Lord of Plague", glanced at Ashe Moonsong, and thought that he was a magician of the evocation department after all, so he forcibly endured this title:
"Didn't you snatch a part of the Plague Girl's inheritance? There is nothing about flies in it? Use your brain to think about it! Mobilize it! Don't wait for others to do everything for you!"

Gretel: T_T
If possible, I really don't want to mobilize those inheritances... Dirty, smelly, just in my head... Larvae buzzing, flies flying everywhere, spreading diseases everywhere...

He sighed long, sat down with his oak stick in his arms, and began to meditate.The little snake poked its head out from the oak stick, its tail curled up around the stick body, and its long snake body leaned forward, putting its head between Gretel's eyebrows:
Hey, when I swallowed the inheritance of that plague girl, I swallowed a large portion!Biggest portion!
Gretel meditated seriously.In memory, the flying, dirty black gauze, that dementor-like figure...flies are its skirts, mosquitoes are its streamers, miasma is its makeup...

All kinds of flies follow it, flying, multiplying, updating and iterating, constantly...

Various diseases are spreading.

Plague girl, how did you choose them?Command them?enhance them?And how to speed up their reproduction and let them carry all kinds of germs... No, the last one, you don't have to study it for a while...

Gretel silently sorted out his memory.Some of the memories passed down from the plague girl are very useful, some are not so useful, and some ideas are quite different from his own.

However, in any case, these knowledge, methods and skills can still help a lot...

"The bottle can be opened." He whispered dreamily, and raised the oak stick.Archmage Balboa and Ashe Moonsong glanced at each other, and stretched out their hands helplessly.

The leaves of grass rustled and the blades of wind swished, one by one the gauze net on the mouth of the bottle was lifted, allowing the flies inside to soar into the sky.Then, a small group of gray-green breath gently covered the pile of glass bottles.

"Come on, be obedient...According to your species, line up each of you...Go to different bottles...As for your larvae, we will talk about them after they hatch..."

Gretel ordered softly.The power inherited from the plague girl, or snatched, in terms of its essence, is still higher than the 12th-level natural priest's ability to communicate with animals, and the effect is immediate——

And those flies, according to Gretel's order, split into black clouds one after another, dispersed and dropped into different glass bottles.

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and checked them one by one.Size, body color, shape, pattern...

"This is not... this is not... this is not... this is not..."

"What kind of fly do you want?"

Ashe Moonsong stood at a distance, full of doubts.Gretel turned her head and gave her a smile that was uglier than crying:
I heard from a classmate who is studying biology next door that there are more than 10000 known species of flies in the world, and more than 1600 species have been recorded in China.so……

How did senior scientists accurately pick out fruit flies from these vast and numerous fly species?

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