Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 130 Productivity with Soul

Thanks to Witchum, the artisan's friend is also a skilled artisan.Only three days later, a custom-made large clay vase with both smooth shape and reliable thickness was delivered from a "reliable friend" to the priest's room behind the church.

When delivering the finished product, he said that there is no need to worry about the other party being a talkative person.The craftsmen themselves are used to keeping their unique skills. The industry rules can sometimes be described as strict, and they have a strong sense of confidentiality.

For the sake of Witcham's repeated guarantee of reliable quality, the priest added a large amount of green vitriol powder into it with peace of mind.

"It's been a while since I've seen William, and I've never met a time when he didn't come to get the drink himself."

"He needs some time to turn one sentence of news into a lifetime of gold coins, maybe more. So please give him some time."

The main reason for not being able to come was that the captain was unwilling to disembark, but the transaction did take up a lot of time.

After the news was released, William began to meet with intermediaries and peers frequently, looking for acquaintances in the church to match up, and even to find out whether the church had any intention to buy.Among them, the interpersonal relationship and business operation model are difficult for outsiders to understand. This professional is fully responsible, and other people have little room to participate except for the distribution of money.

"It's better for us to make a finished product when there is a lot of quarrels over there, so as to make it more credible." Kraft covered the lid of the pottery container, sealed the filling port, and opened the room window.

The glass bottle used by the priest to hold the wine was temporarily borrowed, and a square log was placed underneath to raise the height so that the curved neck of the pottery could be inserted into the bottom of the bottle upside down.

It's a pity that there is no duct, so let's use it alive, and the excess gas will be directly discharged out of the window.Anyway, for hundreds of years, no one would come to him to discuss the impact of acid gas on the atmospheric environment and rainfall because of this.

Of course, correspondingly, there are also teammates whose experimental safety concepts are hundreds of years behind.

Heating such a large clay pot to hundreds of degrees Celsius is not something two candles can do, so they moved a small stove for this.Witcham's ability is temporarily unable to create a thermometer. Add carbon according to the operator's feeling, and pay attention to the fate of high temperature and low temperature.

"Before I start, I want to reiterate one last time, if there is anything wrong..."

"Run! Right?"

"That's right. What if the liquid in the bottle gets on it?"

"Wipe dry, and then rinse with a large basin of clean water at the door?" After two days of repeated indoctrination, Father Adrian was basically able to give the answer Kraft wanted without hesitation.

"Very good." Kraft nodded and lit the fire.According to past experience, no matter how well you memorize the theory, it is very likely that you will be paralyzed in actual combat, especially when things happen suddenly and life-threatening.Not to mention wrong operation, it is normal to be stunned on the spot. I hope the priest can react when the time comes.

The charcoal burns, the tongue of flame licks the bottom of the bottle, and the room becomes quiet.

The two moved stools and sat down side by side, watching over the bottom of the bottle that was heating up.There is nothing to do right now, just wait.

This will not be a fast process. After sitting for a while, the priest became a little anxious. Compared with the rapid alcohol distillation, looking at a large clay bottle that cannot observe any reaction is like downloading without a progress bar. Boring and suspicious.

He couldn't believe that the answer was as simple as that. Throwing a kind of ore that wasn't too common or too rare into a bottle and heating it could turn the water into a magical alchemy potion that erodes through the iron sheet.

After a long time, a few lukewarm bubbles came out of the tube inserted in the bottom of the glass bottle, and the priest looked at Kraft in surprise.The latter shook his head and added fire to the stove.

It shouldn't be that fast, it's just the air that expands and escapes, but at least it shows that the airtightness of the device is good.

When the priest began to worry about whether the clay bottle could still withstand the higher temperature, a new wave of air bubbles began to spit out from the mouth of the curved neck, and it took a little more time for them to go from intermittent to stable.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the arched windows and shines on the square table that was burned with a black spot two days ago. In the wine bottle that the glassmaker saved the material for a good wine friend, the beaded transparent bubble lines sway upwards.

They gradually shrink as they ascend, partly merging into the water and partly released into the air.

An unpleasant pungent smell, most of which wafted out the window, and the rest diffused in the room, making people think of burning, rotting eggs and other negative things.

"It stinks." The priest flapped his sleeve in front of his mouth and nose, but he still couldn't dispel the smell. Maybe this is why many people don't like alchemists so much.

"Let's go away for a while." The smell was much worse than Kraft imagined, and smoking too much was harmful to health.

He pulled Adrian up and left, and went downstairs to taste some of the priest's new alcohol substitutes—all kinds of dried fruit snacks.These little things allow an alcoholic to take his attention away from the bottle for a while, and add another round of belly fat.

After returning to the room on the second floor when he was half full, Tao Qi also spit out the last few bubbles.

Dip a little with a glass rod that is also sponsored by Witchum, and drop it on the iron sheet that is handy in the workshop, and you will get a dangerous sizzling sound, and the gas will bubble out acid bubbles.

Adrian held up the piece of iron, reverently like holding a parchment scroll, "God bless you, you have done it...you have done it!"

This is really a bit heavy, let alone the weight of a nave of a church.

"It seems to be right." Kraft put on gloves and carefully removed the glass bottle. Although the smoke concentration was not yet reached, he didn't want to gamble on how thick it would be. .”

Next is heating, and the glass retort blows out a long white water vapor.After the volume shrinks, the dry distilled green vitriol product is introduced again until the liquid presents an oil-like state.

The priest watched from the side as Kraft put on his beak mask to prevent his face from being accidentally sprayed with acid mist.

"Did you find the detailed instructions, or the process that was dug out of the alchemist's head?" Look at this very purposeful operation, unless the alchemist likes to write down all the precious knowledge word by word otherwise, it would be impossible to do so.

But as far as the priest knows, in order to preserve knowledge, those guys write things that are more obscure than pagans.After all, pagan religions still need to preach, and they have to be understood by the believers, but alchemists do not have such needs.They built a language barrier of pure riddlers, and they could compete with prophets and astrologers.

"Neither, but I think so, can you pray for me?" Kraft removed the fixed bottle body with tongs, wiped the surface, and unexpectedly made a request that had never been made before.

"Well, Lord bless you, blessed hands shall never burn, and blessed vessel shall never crack."

"It's a bit perfunctory." The bottle was covered with a glass stopper, and wax was added to seal it.So far, the purpose of William and the priest has been achieved.

And Kraft is only halfway through his goal.

"Is there any other request?" Adrian, who was in a good mood, took over the glass bottle and put it in a box with hay bedding, improving the appearance.

Anyway, prayers don’t require money, but only a few words. Since the second half of his life is about to achieve financial freedom, he can still say a few more words without violating his beliefs.

Kraft opened the wooden box he brought with him, and took out a few glass instruments that the priest had never seen before, and looked delicate and fragile.Although the material used is still cloudy glass, the shape is accurate, and it can be seen that it was made by Wechem.

"The next thing can't stand the bright light." He moved the table away from the window to the other side of the room and began to assemble the equipment.

"Now, please don't blow up on my side."

"May I ask, Kraft, what are you going to do?" The priest had a bad premonition for no reason, and the place where the glass was burned began to ache again.

"Create something that can make people drunk instantly." After the instrument was assembled, Kraft found the smallest wine bottle from the cabinet. This is the work that the priest has spent the most time on recently but he doesn't like the most. Losing the flavor of the wine, it is really hard to appreciate, "Borrow half a bottle of wine, anyway, you can't drink now, right?"

Under the terrified gaze of the priest, the fresh green vitriol oil was poured into the round-bottomed bottle, while the wine was inserted into the bottle through a long-tailed funnel with an exquisite knob structure through the stopper.

Well, assuming everything is correct, the general operation now should be to add alcohol drop by drop to the flask, and heat it to a suitable temperature.

At this time, "a suitable temperature" is really required. It should not be too high or too low. It is stuck at around [-] or [-]. This can be found out from the memory debris pile.The problem is that without a thermometer, this degree would be very metaphysical.

Forgive how Kraft understands the principle. He didn't take a few experimental classes in chemistry in middle school. Things like artificial temperature control are too difficult for him.

"Just kidding, I need you to help me do another thing more than praying, control the heat."

Professional things are left to professional people.There is a temperature control wizard who does not have a water bath and has heated and distilled alcohol with candles by hand for several years.

Yes, it was you, Father Adrian.

As we all know, there have long been people claiming that handcrafted iron pots have souls, and that they can fry dishes with souls.The Soul Eaters praised this primitive, low-efficiency, and empirical operation, and believed that it could achieve subtle and special effects that electronic control instruments could not achieve.

Although Kraft is not too interested in this most of the time, he will also admit that some people in this world can achieve effects that machines cannot achieve in certain aspects after repeated training.Willing to try when there is nothing to do, and deal with it for now.

In the past, there were craftsmen who rubbed soulful products with their hands. Today, Father Adrian heated them by hand. He manually poured ice water into the neck of the gas guide bottle to condense. Can such a soulful craft produce some ether?

"That's right, it's probably higher than the boiling temperature of water, not too high, just enough to produce a colorless liquid."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure." Kraft looked at Adrian expectantly, and now he was almost at the door, and the sea and the sky were beyond.Several tomes of disciplines are waiting for craftsmen to create miracles, so that they can step into this wild land step by step across a distance of hundreds of years.

……

After a few minutes.

"Get down!"

(End of this chapter)