Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Thanks to Witcham, a skilled craftsman friend who was also a skilled craftsman. Just three days later, a custom-made large pottery vase with smooth shape and reliable thickness was delivered to the priest's room behind the church from a "reliable friend".

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

For the sake of Witcham's repeated assurances of reliable quality, the priest calmly added a large portion of green vitriol powder.

"I haven't seen William for a few days, and I've never seen a time when he didn't come to get the wine himself."

"He needs some time to turn one sentence of news into enough gold coins to last a lifetime, 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 frequently with intermediaries and colleagues, seeking matchmaking with acquaintances in the church, and even to find out whether the church had any intention to purchase. The interpersonal relationships and business operation model are difficult for outsiders to understand. This professional is fully responsible, and there is little room for others to participate except to share money.

"We'd better make a finished product while there's a lot of quarrel over there to make it more credible." Kraft covered the lid of the ceramic container, sealed the feeding port, and opened the window of the room.

The glass bottle used by the priest to store wine was temporarily borrowed, and a square piece of wood was placed underneath to raise the height to ensure that the curved neck of the pottery could be inserted into the bottom of the bottle.

It's a pity that there is no duct, so let's make do with it. The excess gas will be discharged directly out of the window. Anyway, no one would come to him for hundreds of years to discuss the impact of acidic gases on the atmospheric environment and rainfall.

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 was beyond the capabilities of two candles, so they moved in a small stove. Witcham's ability is currently unable to create a thermometer. Adding carbon depends on the operator's feeling, and the temperature depends on the relationship between high and low.

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

"Run! Right?"

"That's right. What if it comes into contact with the liquid in the bottle?"

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

"Very good." Kraft nodded and lit the fire. Based on past experience, no matter how well you memorize theory, you will most likely be paralyzed in actual combat, especially when something unexpected happens and threatens your life. Not to mention the wrong operation, it is normal to be stunned on the spot. I hope the priest can react by then.

The charcoal burned, tongues of flame licked the bottom of the bottle, and the room fell silent.

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

This will not be a too fast process. After sitting for a while, the priest became a little anxious. Compared with the rapid alcohol distillation, facing a large pottery bottle with no reaction was like downloading without seeing the progress bar. Makes you feel bored and suspicious.

He couldn't believe that the answer was that simple. If you put a not too common or not too rare ore into a bottle and heat it, the water would turn into a magical alchemical potion that could corrode iron.

After a long time, a few warm bubbles emerged from the tube inserted at 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 pottery bottle could withstand higher temperatures, a new wave of bubbles began to spit out from the mouth of the retort, and it took a while for them to change from intermittent to stable.

The afternoon sunlight passed through the arched flower window and shone on the square table that had a black spot just burned two days ago. In the wine bottle that the glassmaker saved materials for a good wine friend to make, lines of translucent bubbles like strings of beads swayed upward.

They gradually shrink as they rise, part of them melting into the water and part being released into the air.

There was an unpleasant pungent smell, most of which drifted out of the window, and the rest diffused in the room, making people think of negative things such as burning and rotting eggs.

"It really stinks." The priest flapped his sleeve in front of his mouth and nose, but he still couldn't get rid of the smell. Perhaps this is why many people don't like the alchemist very much.

"Get away for a while." The smell was much worse than Kraft had imagined, and it was harmful to health if inhaled.

He grabbed Adrian and got up to leave, going downstairs to try a few of the priest's new alcohol substitutes - various dried fruit snacks. These little things allow an alcoholic to temporarily take his attention away from the bottle and also make his belly fatter.

When I returned to the room on the second floor, almost half full, the pottery also spit out the last few bubbles.

Dip a little of it into a glass rod also sponsored by Witcham, and drop it on a piece of iron in the workshop. You will get a dangerous sizzling sound and acidic bubbles from the gas.

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

This is really a bit heavy, at least the weight of a main hall of a church.

"It seems to be right." Kraft put on gloves and carefully moved the glass bottle out. Although the smoke had not yet reached the concentration, he did not want to gamble to see how strong it was. "But it's not over yet, it will get thicker. .”

Next is heating, and the glass retort blows out long white water vapor. After the volume shrinks, the carbonized green vitriol product is added again until the liquid takes on an oil-like form.

The priest watched Kraft's operation from the side. The latter had already put on the beak mask to prevent his face from being accidentally sprayed by the acid mist.

"Did you find detailed instructions, or did you dig out the process directly from the alchemist's head?" Looking at this extremely purposeful operation, unless the alchemist likes to write down all the precious knowledge word for word , otherwise it would be impossible to achieve this level.

But as far as the priest knows, in order to keep knowledge secret, those guys write things more obscurely than the pagans. After all, paganism still needs to preach and be understood by believers, but alchemists have no such need. They have built language barriers as pure riddlers to compete with prophets and astrologers.

"No, but I think so. Can you pray for me?" Kraft used the tongs to remove the fixed bottle, wiped the surface, and unexpectedly made a request that he had never made before.

"Well, the Lord bless you, your blessed hands will never burn, and your blessed vessels will never crack."

"It's a bit perfunctory." Put a glass stopper on the mouth of the bottle and add a drop of wax to seal it. At this point, William and the priest's goal has been achieved.

And Kraft is only halfway to his goal.

"Do you have any other requirements?" Adrian, who was in a good mood, took over the glass bottle and put it in the hay-bedded box to improve the appearance.

Anyway, praying does not cost money and can only be said in a few words. Considering that he is about to achieve financial freedom in the second half of his life, he can still say a few more words without violating his faith.

Craft opened the wooden box he had brought and took out from the stuffed cloth a few pieces of glass instruments that the priest had never seen before and that looked delicate and fragile. Although the material used is still clouded glass, the shape is accurate, and it can be seen that it was made by Witcham.

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

"Now, hope my side doesn't explode."

"May I ask, Kraft, what do you want to do?" There was a reason for his words. The priest had a bad premonition, and the place where he was burned by the glass began to feel dull pain again.

"Create something that can make people drunk instantly." After assembling the instrument, Kraft found the smallest wine bottle from the cabinet. This is the work that the priest has spent the most time on recently but his least favorite. The flavor of the wine has been lost and it is really difficult to appreciate it. "Borrow me half a bottle of wine. You can't drink it now, right?"

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

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

At this time, "a suitable temperature" is really required. It cannot be too high or too low. It is stuck at about 130 or 40. This can be dug out from the memory clutter. The problem is that without a thermometer, the temperature would be very mysterious.

Forgive him that Kraft didn't understand the principles, and he didn't take a few experimental classes in chemistry in middle school. Artificial temperature control was too difficult for him.

"I'm just kidding. I need you to do another thing for me more than praying. Control the heat."

Leave professional matters to professionals. Here is a temperature control wizard who does not use water baths and has used hand-controlled candles to heat and distill alcohol for several years.

Yes, I'm talking about you, Father Adrian.

As we all know, there are people who have long claimed that handmade iron pots have souls and can stir-fry dishes with souls. Soul Eaters praise this primitive, inefficient, empirical operation, convinced that it can achieve subtle special effects that cannot be achieved by electronic control instruments.

Although Kraft is not very interested in this most of the time, he will admit that some people in the world can achieve certain effects in certain aspects that even machines cannot achieve after repeated training. When you are at your wits end, you are willing to give it a try and deal with it for the time being.

In the past, there were craftsman-made products with soul. Today, Father Adrian manually heats them. He pours ice water into the neck of the gas bottle to condense by hand. Couldn't some ether be used for such soulful craftsmanship?

"That's right, it's probably a little 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 just one step away from crossing the threshold to see the vast sea and sky. Several tomes are waiting for the master of craftsmanship to create miracles, so that he can step into this wild land across the distance of hundreds of years.

…

A few minutes later.

"Get down!"