King of The Wall

2021-01-06

Chapter 89 "Chemistry Lab"?
"Big business?" Tyrion rubbed his short arms as if frozen, and said as he trotted up the stairs, "You mean the Wildfire inside? This building was given to the Alchemist guild and not used for other purposes, because the Wildfire stored underneath was too dangerous, and the experts who were good at dealing with them all disappeared or died in the war, so the rest can only be here. Refrigeration... Strictly speaking, the transaction we just made is already illegal, but Robert doesn't care about it, but you want to move all the Wildfires inside and transport them to the Wall for military use, that is Absolutely impossible."

Indeed impossible.

Igor speculates that Wildfire may be a volatile oil doped with white phosphorus or other phosphorus compounds, which has a very low flash point and is extremely flammable and explosive. The longer it is stored, the more white phosphorus and phosphide content in the liquid left by the volatilization of the oil, which will become more flammable - this thing, without perfect safety measures, is fundamentally impossible for long-distance transportation.

"Is that so?" the chief logistics officer turned to the wise man.

"That's right, that's right..." After receiving ten Silver Stags, the Pyromancer looked noticeably friendlier: "The wise King Robert has ordered us to guard the underground Wildfire forever, and not allow any The jars leave the cellar..."

"No jars allowed, so it doesn't matter if the jars leave, right?" Tyrion said mystifyingly.

"No, this..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't want those Wildfire underground, but the way you make Wildfire." Igor didn't embarrass the old man with his friends: " Can you show me the production process, or do you only sell stock now and don't make new ones?"

"It's impossible!" Dak suddenly looked solemn, stared wide-eyed: "Wildfire The production method is the deepest secret of the Alchemist Guild, no matter how much it costs, it cannot be spread out!"

No matter how much it costs? Igor snort disdainfully, but didn't say much, just shook his head: "I told you how to make Wildfire, not to tell me the recipe and production process, but to serve me, understand?"

"For you?"

"Answer me now, I want to see the production process, or just the place where it was made, okay?"

"This... Okay." The old man hesitated for a while, made a concession, and brought Igor to the ground floor. The warm air made several people feel relieved. So far, Igor has not seen any other Pyromancers. It seems that the Alchemist guild has fallen into disrepair, and the remaining few people can only maintain their shifts to work.

Just now I entered the door to "Buy Wildfire", Dak directly led them from the nearest corridor to the underground, and now they are back on the ground and led to Wildfire's production site, Igor finally has time to look at the guild hall Structure. This is a big labyrinth made entirely of Blackstone. The structure is much more complicated than it looks from the outside. Turns left and right. After passing through a dim walkway with black iron beams erected around it, they stopped at the door of another room. The wise man opened the door—it was a room with a small window, and they finally didn't have to rely on oil lamps to see things.

Walking into the room, Igor knew with just one glance that oneself was in the right place.

There is a row of long tables in this room, filled with all kinds of props and equipment, in bottles and jars, big and small - two of them, Igor is even certain, one is for extraction and one for distillation.

This is a chemistry lab, at least in its prototype form.

The Alchemist Guild is actually a chemistry institute!

Why is this group representing advanced productivity replaced by Citadel's uniformly trained Maester? With so many devices, more chemical discoveries that are useful to society can and should be produced, why do they only use it for Wildfire? Is this a distortion of human nature, or a loss of curiosity?
"What did you see?" Tyrion asked his friend, staring blankly.

"I see the future." Igor murmured, turning his head to stare at Duck with piercing eyes: "Do you know how to use the things in this room?"

" I basically know... After all, I have been trained... I just haven't touched it for so many years, if I use it again, I guess I will have to reminisce." Duck said a little unconfidently: "Uh... Let's go out, this room is also It's not safe."

Igor almost vomited blood: "It's not safe here? Have Wildfire not moved to the basement? Does your Alchemist guild have a safe place!?"

"No..." Duck pointed to the ceiling: "There are organs and Magic on it, if there is an accident in the room and fire, the ceiling will collapse, and a lot of sand piled up in the compartment above will spill down and bury the room to put out the fire. Usually it won't be a problem, but—it has not been repaired for more than ten years now, and I don't know if it works."

Igor looked up, and the middle of the ceiling really seemed to be sinking heavily. It would collapse at any time, so I gave up the idea of going in and carefully observed these chemical equipment, and quickly exited the room.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind the other party: "Dake wise man, please remember what I said and come to me when you are free."

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"What do you want that person to find you for?" Tyrion asked curiously after leaving the door, "That guy isn't really an experienced Pyromancer at all, he's probably just a skilled assistant. , the quality of the Wildfire made is quite worrying."

"I don't want Wildfire, I want his knowledge and skills to use the equipment in the room." Igor climbed on his horse and glanced back at the dilapidated The unbearable but still standing Alchemist guild hall, "You know, in my hometown, there is a kind of solid that is very similar to Wildfire, but more stable, and has a larger explosive formidable power. The name is gunpowder."

"More stable, more formidable power, or solid?" Tyrion squinted, he didn't have any martial skill, and his knowledge of warfare came from books, but that didn't affect his rapid establishment of what Igor described. An impression: "This will completely change the mode of war and the face of the world!"

"That's right." Igor smiled inexplicably.

"You know what 'gunpowder' does?" Tyrion's pupils dilated.

"I know, but I don't know, so I need someone to do it for me." Igor put away his smile and kicked the horse with his heel, "How come you are so familiar with the Wildfire deal? "

"Well, in the court of our good king there is a Warrior from Myr, a juggler named Thoros, who likes to use a flaming flaming sword to startle opponents or horses, and thus win. Combat... Once I invited him to a drink and asked him what was going on, and he told me he bought Wildfire here and painted it on his sword to create the flaming sword thing."

"So it is." Igor thought that the burning flaming swords in the television drama were really the manifestation of Red God R'hllor, but it turned out to be like this: "Stop talking about it, let's go back, next It's been a busy time, and every moment of rest has to be precious."

"Okay, let's go."

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Marx in " The Economics Manuscript says: "Gunpowder, compass needle, printing - these are the three great inventions that heralded the advent of bourgeois society. Gunpowder blew the Knight to pieces, the compass opened the world market and established colonies, and printing Become an instrument of a new religion, a means of scientific revival, the most powerful impetus that makes the necessary prerequisites for spiritual development."

Now, things are getting more and more interesting.

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(end of this chapter)