How to become a mermaid

Chapter 163 Paper Centrifuge

Seeing these worms twisting and turning in the water, and even trying to climb up the cage wall, Shamanlael felt extremely sick, just like seeing the maggots in the latrine.

Spit out a mouthful of dragon's breath from his mouth, and burn the bugs that crawled out.

"Hee hee... hee hee..." The short-haired water monster was still running wildly.

It waved its hands and feet wildly, and let out a strange laugh, not knowing whether it was joy or panic.

"Pa-da..." There was a light landing sound.

Tess jumped off Mooney's roof and landed in front of the cage.

It circled around the cage, looking at the strange short-haired water monster inside.

【very pitiful. 】

Tess wrote on the ground with her tail.

Noticing this situation, Shamanel stretched out his hand and touched the soft fur of the black cat, and said to it: "Miss Tess, can you look after it for me? I'm going to make medicine."

Although the pine wood was drawing out the worms in the short-haired monster's eyes, it was clearly not enough and it needed further treatment.

"Meow~" Tess raised her head and let out a soft cry, gladly agreeing to Shamanlael's request.

Seeing Miss Tess's response, Samantel nodded, and he turned to Alicia who was watching the fun and said, "Alicia, I will leave this place to you and Tess, I will go to the kitchen to make medicine !"

"Yeah." Alicia replied casually.

Samantel left the deck.

Before going to the kitchen, he went to Mooney's room and dug out a bottle of "Water of Life" with the highest alcohol content from the wine box.

This kind of wine is a strong wine made by evaporating the liquor over and over again. The water is almost evaporated during the production process, and it is almost pure alcohol.

Mooney's recipe mentioned the need for strong alcohol, and Shamanlell felt that this thing would definitely work.

Armed with a bag of leaves and some blood algae powder from Planck's medicine cabinet, he went to the kitchen.

When he came to a wooden cupboard, Samantel stopped.

"Crack~" The wooden cabinet door was slowly opened.

A dazzling golden light burst out from the cabinet.

The blazing and bright light almost blinded Shamanlael's eyes.

"Wow~ Golden Legend!"

Shamanleir couldn't help but dubbed a voice.

I saw a golden cauldron about the size of a millstone on the top of the cupboard, and it was shining.

Compared with Planck's unremarkable big iron pot with pulp, this pot is much more pompous.

The whole pot is golden in color, brighter than gold, and the light reflected on it is enough to blind people's eyes.

There is also a gem the size of a pigeon egg inlaid on the top of the handle of the pot. It is crystal clear and exudes a light blue light. Under the sunlight, there are little stars flickering, like a galaxy.

There is no need for any doubts, this is Moni's pot, and only he can do this kind of "diamond-studded" pot.

Inside the pot was an equally flamboyant gold spatula. It was not set with diamonds, but the handle of the spatula was studded with dark red scales.

The size and arrangement of the scales are irregular, but the overall look has a rough aesthetic.

Judging from the texture and color, it should be Moni's own scales.

Such a set of spatulas is really wronged to put it in this humble old cupboard and eat ashes.

But now it's all right, Shamanleir is going to make it come out again, giving it the important task of burning leaves.

He picked up the pot and weighed it with his hands, feeling that the weight was quite appropriate.

It weighs more than 200 kilograms, which is heavier and harder than gold of the same volume. Shamanlael scraped it with his fingernails without leaving any traces.

"Not bad, not bad, it's a good pot, just right for burning leaves!"

As he said that, Shamanlael took out the leaves from his pocket, shook the dirt and dust on them, and threw them into the pot all at once.

"Eucalyptus leaves, palola leaves, whitewood leaves, black needlewood leaves...well, it's all in there."

Samantel checked the contents of the pot one last time.

After confirming that the quantity and type were correct, he breathed out a mouthful of fire.

"Beep, peel..." The leaves in the pot burned, curled together, and made a soft noise.

These types of leaves are all oily, and they were completely out of control when they were burned by the fire, and soon burst into violent flames.

The fire distorted the surrounding air, and bursts of smoke came out of the pot.

"Ahem..." Shamanel fanned his palms to drive away the smoke, he put the pot on the stove and let it burn, and prepared other things by himself.

In less than ten seconds, everything in the pot turned into off-white ash.

Shamanlael picked up the spatula, and gently turned the ash that was still hot, to check if there were any unburnt leaves inside.

After confirming that they were all burnt to ashes, he stirred them in the pot to mix them evenly, and then put them into a large bowl for later use.

Wash the pot, dig out three spoonfuls of plant ash with a spoon, add a glass of spirits, and stir them evenly.

Something like a group of black sesame seeds appeared.

Samantel shook his nose twice, and it felt quite fragrant. The freshly baked plant ash still had the smell of burnt vegetable protein, and when it was mixed with alcohol, it became even more fragrant. It really smelled like black sesame paste .

"Anyway, it's a universal insect repellent. Maybe I can make more later, and give it to Alicia and me, in case we also have small bugs in our bodies." Shamanlell said to himself.

After smelling enough, Shaman Lair will add a spoonful of blood algae powder and bring them to a boil while stirring.

This ball of black sesame is still mushy and easy to cook, and it bubbles within 2 minutes.

"Gulu Gulu..." I saw big bubbles popping out of it.

Shamanel shoveled them out and set them aside to cool.

There is one final step left, which is layering.

Although he didn't have a vortex function like Planck's, Shaman Lair knew how to make a simple centrifuge out of paper.

Just cut a piece of paper into the shape of a disc, punch two holes in it, then pass the two ends of a rope through the two holes, and finally tie the rope tightly.

Very simple and easy to operate, it can be said that you can do it with your hands.

Shaman Lyle easily built his own centrifuge out of notebook paper and sea worm sutures.

By the time his paper tools were ready, the "black sesame paste" was already cold.

He dug a few spoonfuls of the paste into a glass tube, and fixed the glass tube on the paper plate.

Before using it, he rubbed the ropes at both ends of the paper centrifuge twice with his hands to twist them into a twisted shape.

This step is necessary, because the principle of the paper centrifuge is nothing more than that the two ropes that are spirally wound together will be unwound under the action of tension when pulled, and then drive the paper disc in the middle to rotate.

After the rope unwinds, the paper plate is still spinning. The two ropes are very close to each other, and they will be entangled in the opposite direction driven by the paper plate. If you continue to pull, the reversed rope will be untied again. The tray started spinning again.

Just pull it repeatedly like this, the rope will be wound and unwound repeatedly, and the disc will continue to rotate.

When the rope was almost twisted, Samantel pulled it with his hand, and the round paper disc in his hand rotated rapidly, making a whirring sound.

After 2 minutes, Shaman Lair stopped pulling the rope.

Seeing the layered glass tube inside, a joyful smile appeared on his face.

He succeeded, and he can make potions without [Vortex]!

(End of this chapter)