Alien world

Chapter 1530 Chapter 164. The beast in a dress

Annan stood up in surprise, completely unable to react to what had happened. But judging from Griffin’s attitude…it seemed that he had subdued this powerful alchemist with just a few words?

Could it be that my warlock charm has increased again?

"Me? The person you're looking for?"

Griffin looked up, his eyes full of enthusiasm: "Do you think science is the future of Allen's world?"

"Yes."

"Do you think the alchemy world is full of old-fashioned guys and want to beat them to pieces?"

"Well, it's a bit extreme. Alchemy still has some merits, but it's not wrong."

“Do you want to change the world?”

"Ahem..." Annan scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "That sounds too arrogant. Let's start by making myself a better person..."

"So that's you."

Griffin took out a notebook and handed it to Losey beside him.

"This is the research I have accumulated over the years, and I thought it might be of some help to you."

Any unexpected gains?

Annan took it and moved closer to Young Master Dumbledore, so as not to embarrass himself in front of his newly recruited subordinates by not understanding it.

The dense data made people dizzy, but it made Annan's eyes light up. It was this... standardized experimental data, not the "take an appropriate amount of a certain potion and high-concentration mineral powder and grind until the color turns golden yellow..." that was often seen in alchemists' notebooks, which was taught but not fully taught.

You could say this is what alchemists do to prevent their apprentices from starving themselves to death, but in Annan's opinion, this is the biggest obstacle to the development of alchemy.

To put it bluntly, mixing potions sounds impressive, but the science behind it is just that: mix the potion according to a certain ratio, crush it into powder and let it sit for three hours, then pour in two liters of water and boil it at 1000 degrees for 30 minutes... even a goblin can make it.

Instead of setting thresholds for alchemy apprentices, making them devote their precious energy to refining potions and wasting their time.

Times have changed, and the alchemy in Liberty City has been on the road to standardization. When Dumbledore invents a fully anthropomorphic golem or puppet, a fully automated alchemy workshop will be on the agenda. By then, all those who can't keep up with the fast train of Liberty City will be left far behind.

Thinking of this, Annan looked up to Griffin even more.

If this alchemist who swore allegiance as soon as he arrived was not a coward... then he must have seen the future.

Annan looked at it very carefully. At first, he felt like he had found a treasure - the notes were a treasure, and the Griffin was a treasure.

But the more time went on, the more Annan's brows furrowed, as if he had been invited by the wine lady to her house in the evening for a chat, and when he arrived he found Martin was there too.

The second half of the notes records the water content of men and women at different stages from infancy to adolescence, middle age, and old age. It is very detailed and close to the real data, which is good stuff, but some notes reveal chilling details.

For example, one of them is: there is a deviation in water content among subjects of the same age, so the experimental subjects must be replenished with appropriate amount of water before starting the experiment.

There are also notes such as "It is uncertain whether the baby's crying will affect the final result, so put it to sleep first" and "To avoid experimental bias, one group of comparisons will be made for the dead and one for the living."

Annan raised his gradually cold eyes and looked at Griffin deeply. Griffin vaguely guessed something and thought of the Jingguan outside the city gate. He thought Annan and himself were of the same kind, but the lords of the Order camp didn't like indiscriminate killing, so he took the initiative to give in: "If you can't accept it, I said that these experiments used criminals, evil people, and people with unforgivable crimes. Will it make you feel better?"

Annan did feel better.

Who made him have a punishment army full of villains? In that place, if you haven't done anything bad, you can't even hold your head up high.

But for an alchemist to dare to conduct human experiments, it was somewhat evil: "Aren't you afraid of being criticized?"

"As long as I have no morals, no one can morally blackmail me."

Annan had mixed feelings. This guy was indeed a talent he liked, but... he also smelled the dangerous aura emanating from Griffin.

"I think this is the way science is supposed to go." Griffin doesn't think he's wrong.

"This is not the only way for science." Annan shook his head and seriously corrected Griffin's mistake: "What do you think science is? A one-way journey with no return? It is through countless attempts, repeated trial and error, until a true path is found."

"Just like a magic potion, we use scientific methods to refine it over and over again, and try hundreds or thousands of times with the stupid methods that alchemists laugh at. As long as the number of trial and error is enough, we will always find the correct way to refine it. Then, we can surpass those alchemists with 100% accuracy."

It was outrageous that Annan taught a quasi-senior alchemist how to make alchemy. What was even more outrageous was that both Dumbledore and Griffin felt that they benefited a lot, as if they had seen a glimpse of the future: those top-level potions that even great alchemists had to carefully refine were concocted by them with only a few alchemy apprentices who knew the scientific formulas.

"I see." Griffin looked enthusiastic.

"Welcome to Liberty City. You can take a walk around the city today."

Annan finally put away the notebook. After Griffin walked out, he called out, "Francois... Where are the Francois?"

"He went to Siltovis." Idilia said.

"Sister, send someone to the Alchemist Association to investigate Griffin." Annan lowered his voice, "He always makes me feel uncomfortable, like a Mad Dog Duke..."

Dumbledore glanced sideways: "He is related to the devil?"

"No, it's that kind of crazy energy..."

Annan's intuition has always been accurate. When he looked at Griffin, he always felt like he was looking at a beast in a tuxedo, using civilization and etiquette to disguise savagery and madness.

It would be fine if they were using bad people for the experiment, after all, Annan was doing something similar. But if they really hurt innocent people...

Paying attention to whether Griffin was clean for the moment, Annan thought about what to ask him to do.

As a quasi-senior alchemist who could make advanced potions, Dumbledore could not teach him anything. Let Griffin be the dean of the third mushroom house?

This seems feasible, but Annan would rather he go to Liberty City University than the Mushroom House.

With so many alchemists joining the Mushroom House, even if three alchemists can replace one Dumbledore or Michael, there will be more than thirty Dumbledore or Michael. Let's not talk about what the effect will be, but it will definitely be a mess.

It will take some time for the Mushroom House to be digested, so it would be better to let Griffin become a professor at Liberty City University and train more local alchemists in Liberty City.

The prerequisite is to make sure he is really clean.

(End of this chapter)