I Like This Dream!

In this way, Anxu's territory successfully survived the plague event during the construction of the city.

The above sentence is too easy to say, but An Xu thinks so in his heart. She made preliminary preparations and successfully recruited a high-level NPC who combines physics, chemistry and medicine. Then the plague will be resolved next, isn't it a matter of course?

Her confidence is even stronger than Alva's. She will give Alva money when he asks for it, and she will give it to others when he asks for it. She never minds the slow progress. Alva didn't say anything, but he was a little more satisfied and trusting with such an employer, at least he wouldn't go everywhere with explosives all over his body—that day he hid enough explosives under his silver silk armor to blow up half of Thunder Fortress. With the amount of explosives in the sky, I have already made up my mind to jump into the stake if I can't get out.

An Xu didn't know about this until a long time later, and spent a long time passing by a hatchet ending (the ending where the target's favorability fell below the warning line, leading to the blackening of the character and killing the protagonist, love game slang).

And another sign of Alva's increased trust after a few trials is that he starts doing something that looks really, really wizardly.

He was going to take the half-burned corpses, openly dissecting them in the light. He took the feces, vomit and blood of the patients, tossed these things into bottles and jars, and repeated them many times. In fact, Alva also tried to stab the hollow silver needles into the necks of living people.

"I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to take something from your bones." He frowned and explained, "Human bones are hollow and have mushy stuff in them. Have you ever eaten the leg bones of wild beasts? It pries open, and the one inside can be sucked out to eat..."

The patient has fainted from fright.

The healer sent by Anxu to assist Alva ran back crying bitterly to the favored man. The poor man had already developed a conditioned reflex, and would spit it out whenever he saw Mr. Wizard take out a sharp object. Anxu went to find Alva, and Alva had even more dissatisfaction with the people she sent over, saying that they were stupid and cowardly. "These cowards are really Border Force?" he questioned.

Being able to kill the enemy bravely doesn't mean being able to watch you disembowel yourself without changing your face, okay? An Xu complained in his heart.

"How about this, I will give you some young people who can read, and you will teach them?" She said, "The students you teach will never be afraid of their learning content."

Although there is no solution yet, Alva has confirmed that this plague is transmitted through water and body fluids. As long as you are cautious, a small number of ordinary people will not be afraid of being infected if they enter the epidemic area. When An Xu made this suggestion, Alva glanced at her and knew her plan well.

"Thirty apprentices between the ages of eight and eighteen can not read, but they cannot have alpha." Alva said.

"What about people with no gender differentiation?" An Xu asked.

"You can figure it out." Alva said, "Anyway, I don't teach alphas."

"Okay." An Xu touched his nose, and finally chose a few children without gender differentiation.

No way, this kind of thing is not good for young people. She asked people to go door-to-door to ask. In the end, there were only 22 people who signed up. After all, there are really not many people who are willing to be with the plague and "weirds who do things like wizards" many. Among the twenty-two people, there are fourteen omegas, two betas and six children. The living conditions are not very good, and most of them go for the allowance they can get as apprentices.

"Lydia, are you going to learn?" An Xu asked the ascetic on a whim.

At present, there is no book to brush, everyone is busy, only Lydia has nothing to do with the gods every day. She is still young, but she has no peers to communicate with, and she doesn't have any hobbies to pass the time, so she looks a bit lonely.

"Don't you need me?" Lydia asked.

An Xu quickly shook his head and explained the situation. "Although there is a need for a healer over there, it doesn't have to be you." She added, "It doesn't matter if you go or not, it depends on whether you want to or not."

"Insulting a corpse is sacrilege," said Lydia.

An Xu was stunned by this answer, he didn't expect that his bound milk would still think so. She always subconsciously felt that the teammates staying by her side must have been persuaded by herself, believing in herself is better than believing in a **** who doesn't know where. She really underestimated the brainwashing power of religion.

"It's my fault. I haven't chatted with you much recently." An Xu reflected, "What do you think of the things you said to me about people being able to save themselves?"

Lydia frowned, troubled by this kind of question. Ascetics only need to recite and pray, to receive and pass on, not to think for themselves. "That's not what the asylum says," she said.

"What I'm asking is what do you think." An Xu asked persistently.

The ascetics use high-pressure brainwashing to make ascetics "have no ideas" and cultivate the best tools. But this also means that they are only obeying orders and receiving information, and the concepts of the Holy See are filling their minds, but they are not their own ideas.

Biting his lip, the ascetic said, "I don't know."

"Look, now you can at least say that you have no specific preference, good job!" An Xu smiled and applauded, "Since you don't know, then put all these aside. If you are a person without any identity Ordinary people, suddenly saw such an opportunity, do you want to go?"

"I'm not an ordinary person." Lydia said seriously, "I'm an ascetic monk."

"I mean what if!" An Xu pinched her face, "What if?"

Lydia didn't answer, the virtual concept of "what if" was too difficult for her, or it was too difficult to imagine life as an ordinary person.

"You are here, you are just Lydia." An Xu said seriously, "And I will not let others take you back to the penitentiary, understand? Have you ever seen someone rob me, and did you succeed in robbing me?" ? No? Let me ask you, do you want to go by yourself?"

Lydia looked at her, thought for a moment, and nodded.

So twenty-two became twenty-three, and An Xu led a group of restless freshmen (except Lydia) into the epidemic area. These days, the old city has been completely overthrown and rebuilt, and the supernatural beings in civil engineering have built the first hospital in Fort Thunder—and in this world. Not far away was the site where Alva performed his experiments, and soon thereafter became the first medical school.

Alva's assistant, a nameless and taciturn old omega woman, led them to the cleaned-up classroom. There was already a child there, the very boy who rushed out when Alva was taken away. Hearing someone come in, the two raised their heads from a disembowelled corpse.

Some of the apprentices exclaimed. Alva was not at all moved by their expressions and the number of people. He scanned the crowd with critical eyes and said coldly: "People who can't bear this go out directly. What are you doing? Jay, give the scissors to me!" I."

Out of worry (and too much leisure), An Xu watched a class from the sidelines.

Alva, while strict (“I just have a low tolerance for stupidity.”), is also competent. While cutting, he explained the function of the taken out organ in the body, how it works, and what will happen if it breaks; which parts are related to the plague, what the apprentices need to do next, and what is the use of doing these things. It’s just that Alva was very impatient with names. In this world, due to lack of understanding, there is no recognized name. He casually named it “this”, “that”, “below the heart”, and “Red Loaf No. 2”. An Xu interrupted from time to time, reporting the scientific names he knew. She couldn't help but think aloud, thinking that if this was a world, she would also be able to help future traversers not have to learn strange medical terms again.

The first class took more than an hour, and Anxu was constantly shocked by the insights of the Alvarchao era. "How did you do it? You know so much about the human body?" She couldn't help asking later. Alva showed a **** smile, and replied: "When the two omegas are on their way alone, they will always meet many people who jump out and dedicate their lives to the development of science."

That's another story.

The new students didn't learn fast, but fortunately they had no prejudices or done anything wrong, and they were more courageous than those in the monastery and the frontier army. Jay has obviously learned the content of this lesson and has the energy to help his classmates. He has a very harmless aura, and is very good at dealing with people. He organizes and encourages these nervous freshmen, and he faintly shows the appearance of the monitor in just one class.

Surprisingly, Lydia was the best learner in this batch of students. Even Alva, who was stingy with praise, said that she was a good seedling. She was not frightened or frightened. She held the knife very steadily, and she was able to cut the knife accurately, and she could remember the precautions that the teacher had taught. Lydia has a dull face from beginning to end, but An Xu always feels that she has more energy. Watching Lydia cutting the mosaic, the divinely favored person couldn't help feeling relieved that "the autistic daughter finally went out to play".

Alva's laboratory and small classroom are so inharmonious, naturally there will be no resistance. When Anxu bought everything that Alva asked for, some people began to worry that she was fascinated by the wizard. However, in view of the fact that the gods are powerful and unreasonable, these resistances did not cause any splashes in the end.

The monks from outside finally had a memory, and they were all as quiet as virgins, only secretly instigating the head of the monastery to come forward. But Dennis is well versed in the principle of making money with harmony, and turned a blind eye to the blasphemous behavior under his nose. Instead, he took the opportunity to connect with the merchant guild whose business was greatly affected, and started a new business. The monks are sympathetic to the believers who cannot go to worship due to the plague, and are willing to come to worship for people, and during the worship, they will mention what products are popular in the capital recently, and what farm products are in the season of harvest and price reduction. So-and-so special product is very popular. The monastery advertises, the idle detachment of the frontier army purchases, and the merchant delivers the goods, which seems to have produced a one-stop service.

In private, Jane murmured more than once about the deceitful behavior of the god-favored person ("She should go have a dick! A child who doesn't understand anything, it's okay to meet an old goblin who has been married!"), and was dismissed by the adjutant It's easy to say, but I didn't become the first bird after all. The border army who came back with a livid face after being borrowed deepened her dissatisfaction with that "monster". Every time Alva was mentioned, her eyes could roll to the sky. An Xu subtly felt that she was a bit like Zhang Fei on TV when Uncle Liu Huang had just welcomed back Zhuge's army division, and she almost pointed her nose at Alva and scolded him as a vixen.

In a sense, their worries are correct. An Xu, a face-controlling man, meets a handsome uncle who is very similar to her taste. "The world's first god-level scientist blew himself up because of his employer's debauchery" and other tragedies. Fortunately, before An Xu had time to notice what Alva looked like, he had already placed him in the position of a scientific expert.

You'd drool over a handsome guy, but what if that handsome guy is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Some people may continue to salivate, but Anxu is not this type.

She cowardly.

Cough, no, she respects science. When An Xu was studying, Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry struggled a little above the passing line all the year round, and the university’s high mathematics was retaken in the dark, so that when he saw a super student in Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry, he was full of awe, and remembered his desperate high mathematics. The fear of rebuilding **** and facing the teacher who is about to kill her, where is Pink's mind. What's more, Alva, is that an ordinary academic master? He is simply a world-class scientist!

An Xu felt that he had tried his best not to smirk at the scientists every day.

Before autumn, a sick person was cured. Alva has developed a special medicine to treat the plague.

People who lifted the ban met in markets and schools, cheered, but did not witness the surprise of a miracle. The gods have long said that the plague can be cured! Haven't you seen that the favored ones have always been full of confidence? They could never have imagined that the confidence of the divinely favored ones to win came from their own experience as players, and they were as relaxed and happy as a herd of horses released after the severe winter.

Alva and their apprentices, who successfully produced the special medicine, became famous again, but this time they were not notorious. The gods named those apprentices "medical students" and said that once they leave the teacher, they can become "doctors". People who were convinced by the facts flocked to the place. Lord Alva no longer accepts students, but he didn't restrict the audience, did he?

Alva stopped abruptly during a class and walked over to a man at the dissecting table who was too close to be spattered with blood. He looked at the other person's white clothes and asked, "Are you a holy man?"

"Ah, no, I'm Neil..." the man said in a panic, "I, you saved me, I've changed my mind, and I want to... I'll get out right away!"

In addition to the holy ones, folks who swear not to marry for life or who will remain chaste in the future also wear white clothes. There are two white clothes in the classroom, both of whom are former prostitutes. They blushed from being called out, and wanted to go out anxiously.

"Although black clothes are resistant to dirt, it is not easy to see what is stained. You people cannot be expected to be as careful as I am," Alva said to himself, and then raised his voice, saying, "All medical students will wear clothes from now on." White clothes, so as not to bring any source of infection back! As a reward for discovering this problem..."

He waved to the two men and said, "Find yourself a chair, you are my students now."