Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

In the past, Ron would not stay in the laboratory after 12 o'clock. This was not only the laboratory's regulations, but also the limitation of physical and mental strength. Being in the experiment for a long time, the probability of problems in the experiment was higher, and more importantly, the probability of danger would be higher.

Some places would use it as a topic of gossip or legend, but these topics were obtained by many researchers who sacrificed countless hairs, livers and lives. Before, Ron would never try to trample on this rule.

But now it is different. He is no longer an ordinary person, and he does not have so much time to rest.

"Even so, you should take a short rest..." Lavinia walked in from the door with dark circles under her eyes. In the past three days, her average rest time was only four or five hours. In the middle, she just barely recovered her spells and continued to devote herself to the experiment.

But she never expected that Ron would work harder than her! She never saw him rest!

"Even if you don't need to rest, you always need to prepare spells again--" The halfling lady yawned repeatedly, as if she might fall asleep again at any time.

"That's not necessary."

Ron casually opened the stopper of a bottle of potion beside him and poured it into his mouth. As the potion entered his throat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and opened again after a moment. As the bloodshot in his eyes disappeared, a little magic power surged from his body again.

This potion is not the kind of expensive stuff that can make the caster feel like he has had a good rest after a moment of sleep. It just allows him to cast a few low-level magic. In adventures, such potions are like chicken ribs, but in research, they are enough.

After all, most of the magic required for alchemy is even tricks, and there are not many spells that really need to be used frequently. As for those more powerful powers, they are really secondary effects in secondary effects in assisting alchemy.

For example, the prayer spell that Gillianis cast before, using it to create materials and instruments, I'm afraid she is the only one in the world who would use it this way.

"How many times have you tried this?" Gillianis has been helping Ron and taking care of his health and safety. Seeing Ron performing magic again and dropping three drops of prepared potion into a petri dish, she couldn't help but ask.

According to her observation, when this step is reached, it means that the development of the drug itself is nearing completion, and the next step is verification. First cells, tissues, then animals, and finally patients.

But in three days, she has only seen Ron reach the last step once! And that one time, the patient with relatively mild symptoms recovered immediately!

Although the man was infected with the so-called "demon plague" again after only a quarter of an hour, this was considered a success in Gillianis's opinion.

However, Ron did not seem satisfied with this, which led to more attempts later.

At this time, Ron was completely devoted to the experiment and did not care about Gillianis's thoughts. With the help of instruments, Ron watched the effects of the drug on cells and the plague pathogen in vitro. After a while, he slowly raised his head and rubbed his temples tiredly.

"This is the fifth attempt. After the previous attempts, I have basically understood the group and structure of the pathogen and know how it affects the body. This time, I tried to use compounds with similar structures to competitively inhibit its effects, reduce the concentration of pathogens, and finally achieve the effect of treatment." Ron explained the principle to Lavinia and Gillianis in general, but the halfling was obviously in a bad state now, and only Gillianis could really listen.

The reason why pathogens can cause harm to the body is that in many cases, the specific parts of some substances can bind to specific receptors in the body, directly or indirectly producing harmful substances, and what Ron has to do is to choose substances that are easier to bind to those receptors, snatch limited receptors, and thus cut off the way for pathogens to take effect.

"Although the magical effects of the 'demon plague' are not exactly the same, they are similar in principle..." Ron took out another petri dish and added a drop of black liquid like ink while dripping the potion.

That was the substance he extracted from the blood of Axuri, which can curb the magical effects of the demon plague!

This may also be one of the reasons why the dog-headed people will not be attacked by the plague. After all, although they are weak, they do have the blood of the dragon clan flowing, and these dog-headed people in the delusion land also worship Axuri, which probably strengthens their qualities in this regard.

As for whether any dragon has such power, or only the black dragon can curb the demon plague caused by the black dragon lich, Ron is not quite clear about the principle, but in the case of limited time, knowing this is enough!

And more importantly, the substance extracted from Axuri is compatible with almost any medicine!

This was not unexpected to Ron. Dragon blood is a very versatile raw material in the field of magic, and dragons are very powerful. It would be strange if they rejected everything.

In this way, the magic part of the plague, which was originally the most difficult, became the simplest part. The problem lies in the medicine itself!

"Didn't you succeed once before?" Gillianis looked at Ron's eyes and knew that he might fail again this time, "Why don't you make changes based on that formula?"

"Or just take that out directly," Gillianis, who was wearing a long skirt, followed up and persuaded, "Give some comfort to those people outside first, after all, it's effective, isn't it?"

"The more times you comfort, the more likely you are to develop despair," Ron lowered his head and recalculated on paper with his emerald pen, "Besides, the drug itself is not harmless, even if I purify the effective substance as much as possible."

"The problem lies in the compound."

Ron put down his pen and looked at the several structural formulas he drew on the paper that looked quite similar, and sighed slightly: "Although the ingredients in natural medicines are relatively convenient to use, the structure is not the optimal solution and cannot achieve the theoretical effect."

This is a natural conclusion. These creatures have evolved for billions of years since their birth, and most of the substances they have produced are for their own reproduction. They did not synthesize these substances in order to take away the truth of curing all diseases for other creatures.

"But there are so many herbs in the world, there will always be a suitable one, right?" Gillianis was silent for a while. She was knowledgeable and knew that this situation was common, not because they were unlucky.

"Seven days is too late to find it," Ron shook his head, but the moon elf saw that his eyes were getting brighter, "Gilliannis, I have to trouble you to get me some more equipment!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Similar to the principle of the wish spell," Ron licked his lips, "If I don't have it on hand, I will make it myself!"

"Have you heard of a subject called... pharmaceutical chemistry!" (End of this chapter)