Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 90
【acid】

In Norse, the qualitative "sour" has the same origin as "sour taste", and can also be used to refer to something that is partially corrosive.The gang of drug dealers in school like to use it like this, which is the same as the alchemy equivalent of early chemistry. I don't know who borrowed it from whom.

At present, there is no strict definition standard. Anything that smells sour or tastes sour can be called so-and-so sour.If the discoverer doesn't have time to name it, a representative part of his name will be taken by default.

But this kind of acid has no name. After making it, the manufacturer accidentally discovered its use in glass making, and immediately put it into use, making a large number of handicrafts and alchemy instruments.

At its peak, because of its extremely delicate effect, it was selected by the Church of Consolation as the building material for the wings of the holy emblem, and the largest and most perfect glass product in the entire Norse Kingdom was born.

On the day it was built, it was an exception to remove the cover at night, and the glorious wings did not look like things in the world.Some people even mistakenly think that the Heavenly Father is an apparition, and worship it directly in the square, and repent of the sins deep in their hearts.

Everything ended here, when everyone thought that the hero of this miracle would have a famous name, the supply of the alchemy potion that should be named sour was suddenly cut off.

Most of the production was bought out when the church was built, and the remaining inventory was quickly sold out on the market, producing the last batch of glass products that were sold at sky-high prices.A handful are kept in the hands of various eager alchemists, trying to crack its secrets, until they are exhausted to no avail.

The inventor who made a lot of money from the secret formula disappeared without having time to give the work a name or leave his own name.

Some people said that he made enough money to avoid being targeted by others, so he kept his anonymity; some people speculated that in order to ensure the uniqueness of the holy emblem, the church recommended the inventor to build a church for the heavenly father.

There are all kinds of theories, but none of them can change the fact that "that sour" cannot be produced at present.The only surviving samples that are no longer enough to make new objects are kept in the hands of some caring people, and they are almost forgotten.

"That's it, let's see for yourself. It's still a little bit I secretly kept."

The man with short beard and short hair uncorked the cork of the glass bottle, took a swig from his mouth, and was intoxicated in the aftertaste of alcohol. "It's rare that Adrian is so generous. I haven't seen the whole bottle given to me before."

An unremarkable, dirty thick glass vial was shoved in front of the visitor, slid across the greasy tabletop, and nearly rolled to the floor.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Kraft stretched out his hand to block the way, and didn't let him keep company with the scattered ones on the ground.The shadow of the light-colored liquid in the frosted bottle dangles, slightly hanging on the wall, and the bottle mouth is sealed with a rare glass stopper, which is sealed with wax.

With this random movement, it is hard to believe that it is a rare alchemy potion in the world, instead of just finding a broken bottle to fill them with water to fool them.

The priest shrugged his shoulders and signaled Kraft not to be offended, as this person always does.They had already chatted with Wychem yesterday, and the door-to-door gift was a high-strength wine made by a new distillation method. They wanted this decadent-looking glassmaker to restart work and light up the melting furnace that had been neglected for a long time.

It seems that the purpose of this trip is a bit difficult.They walked into the workshop stepping on the glass that hadn't been cleaned for a long time and was trampled into slag. Glassware of different sizes were randomly placed in the room.

They have different shapes, the most are cylindrical and round-bellied bottles, followed by some plates, basins and the like, and the most broken plate glass.

Most of them are not finished. After taking out the blow molding from the furnace, there is no further processing, and a bottle shape is scribbled and put aside.The flat glass was not painted, and the flocculent impurities were deposited in the monotonous background color, and the slightly clean parts after being broken were picked out for comparison.

There are a lot of long fusiform fragments piled up in the corner of the wall, making feathers that resemble the wings of the holy emblem. The workmanship is not bad, but the transparency is not at the same level at all.

Glass of all sorts was covered with dust, including the bottle Kraft had just received, which was so thick that a handprint could be scratched on it.

According to the priest, when the church glass was still being made, Wichem and him were good drinking friends, and the distilled glass bottle was also a product of that time.The glassmaker put his passion and talent into new materials, made wings, and pulled out the long and firm bottleneck.

The discontinuation of the alchemy potion hit him hard, and the room was filled with a decadent atmosphere that was no different from other places in the port area.With no goal and no hope, after repeated attempts, he came to the conclusion that the problem cannot be solved through technological breakthroughs.

"It's useless to keep it. This amount is not enough for a small cup. It would be nice if you could exchange some more wine for me." He blended into the atmosphere of the port well, using alcohol to temporarily forget the frustration outside, But I don't go to church anymore, because I can't avoid the peak works that have become extinct.

Even Father Adrian couldn't stand him like this anymore, moved the chair to his side, and comforted him with his unfamiliar professional skills: "There is no need to force what fate is unwilling to give, maybe it's just that the gods think it has fulfilled its mission , taking back the right of mortals to cast crystals."

The effect was not ideal, Witchum muttered "stingy" in a low voice with his drink in his mouth.Considering that he would have to be asked to make a distiller later, the priest didn't care about his slander of the Heavenly Father face to face, and he didn't think he could change his mind with a few words, so he quietly watched him drink to his eyes.

Kraft scratched off the wax seal on the bottle mouth and found that a set of glass corks was actually used, which took much more effort than the cork.If it's not boring, then it's necessary?
I took out a small piece of sackcloth from my pocket, wiped my hands with it first, covered the cork and lifted it up carefully, and a belated reminder came from the opposite side: "Don't touch it. Now it has become less thick Well, it's easy enough to burn your hand off. Try this if you don't believe me."

Witchum took out a small pitted iron sheet from the cupboard and handed it to Kraft. Several burns and corrosion-like scars involved the skin on the back of the hand, but luckily it did not affect the movement of the palms and fingers.

A few drops of liquid were poured on the iron sheet, and the bubbles in the newly added small pit hissed, "You said it will be thicker?"

"Yes, the earliest wood chips that it could scorch and fall into, are no longer visible."

Kraft's eyes widened, never thinking that he would be able to make up for the regrets of chemistry class in middle school here, "Unbelievable, I thought..."

In the eyes of someone who doesn't know enough about chemical formulas, they thought it was impossible for this thing to exist in this era. It would take at least a few hundred years until alchemists figured out a new method.

Sulfuric acid, or concentrated sulfuric acid that was once concentrated enough to carbonize wood.A certain passage that was originally planned to be far away has been opened up at a key point.

If he remembers his lack of chemical knowledge correctly - of course it is impossible to remember wrongly - relying on the dehydration of concentrated sulfuric acid, mixed with alcohol, and heated at a suitable temperature, will produce the same dream substance, the earliest widely used surgical anesthetic .

【Ether】

"Where can I find more?"

"No, that's all. Those waste alchemists haven't researched it yet, and they have wasted all the remaining inventory." Witchum retracted his chair with the bottle in his arms, "If you want to find out the source, I'd rather You can provide information for free, as long as you find it and are willing to sell me some."

"There's a guy who's been with that inventor before, and I know where he lives."

"Pull it down. Ever since he fell, his life has been taken care of by his daughter. It's no different from death." The priest poured cold water on him in time. He had heard this many times. The alchemist then told Wechem.

He has seen a lot of strange illnesses, such as sudden loss of control over part or all of the body, or when he was not kicked out of the confession room, it was more common when he was invited to exorcise evil spirits, and he never saw a time when he got better .

This person was no exception. All the interviewers who had invited a doctor gave up one by one. Only his daughter was still struggling, but it didn't make any sense.

While sighing, Adrian suddenly discovered a blind spot. Isn't there a doctor with a good level here?

"I think you can try it."

(End of this chapter)