When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 950: The Secret of the Apothecary Factory and the Clockwork Disturbance

"What is this?" Standing behind Shilov, Horn's words scared the wolf girl so much that her tail exploded.

The wolf girl's horrified expression obviously matched Horn's misery as he crept in, so he couldn't help but laugh.

After saying goodbye to Jeanne, Horn regained his spirits and temporarily bid farewell to his card design work.

After handing the work over to Madeleine, he took a carriage, crossed the central street and the Para River, and quietly came to the Mechanical Palace.

"You scared me. I almost released the spring." After rewinding the spring of the brass prosthetic leg, Shilov's tone was full of complaints, but her face was calm and elegant.

It seems that she has made this expression too many times. Although Shilov can make different expressions, her most daily expression without any emotion is this one.

"Isn't this to stimulate your emotions?" Horn walked around and sat down next to Shilov. "The doctor said that if you are stimulated more, your expressions will become richer."

"I've already told you, I can walk and run, cry and laugh, and I don't need to look frightened." The wolf girl was obviously frightened by Horn.

"Who said that? Your frightened expression just now was very natural."

Shilov rolled her eyes at Horn.

Horn immediately praised: "Especially the eye roll, it's the best expression you've ever made... You haven't answered my question yet, what is this?"

"The design of the blender, submitted by Leonardo, for the newest alchemy workshop."

This alchemical potion workshop, as the name suggests, is specially used to make alchemical potions.

In fact, when it comes to the daily necessities market, the most used items by the imperial people are still medicines.

When you are sick, you take medicine to cure the disease; when you go to the battlefield, you take medicine to boost morale.

Use chemicals to clean your bath and use them as fertilizers for farming.

Even when thirsty or hungry, he would drink potions.

Solid, paste, liquid and various other forms.

But after testing by Ceci and other pharmacists from all over the country, many medicines were found to be ineffective.

In other words, it's a simple placebo or even a psychedelic.

Currently, Ceci and others are compiling the "Holy Union Pharmacopoeia" to select truly effective medicines, and also select the medicines that are most needed by the Holy Union and the imperial market.

These medicines are still made in a workshop style, with production and efficiency far exceeding the one-person operation in the pharmacist's hut.

For Horn, pharmaceuticals will be used in both light and heavy industries in the future.

In fact, the Imperials have a very vague definition of potions.

In addition to medicines for curing diseases, there are also medicines for cleaning, medicines for rinsing, and medicines for coating roofs.

For Horn, they seem to classify everything that requires mixing reactions as potions.

For example, the method of making copper in this world is to crush the copper ore first, screen out impurities, and then soak it in potion and heat it.

After heating, the copper metal will slowly dissolve in the potion, leaving only impurities. The impurities are then filtered out, other potions are added, and finally the potion is dried to precipitate the sponge copper.

The same is true for iron smelting.

Even with the bonus of the factory, the efficiency of this iron smelting method is still extremely low.

Moreover, it can only produce iron of lower quality, which requires continuous forging.

That's why Horn built the Black Snake Bay medicinal herb plantation, and cooperated with the Holy Court's medicine alchemy factory to produce a large number of various potions.

At present, this semi-mechanical workshop is still in the experimental stage, so it is still under the design and management of the Machinery Palace.

"How's it going?" Horn picked up the documents on the table and started reading them.

"We are currently planning to produce three kinds of medicines: powder for treating colds, powder for treating dysentery, and ointment for cleaning."

"Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with the potion itself."

Horn stood up and said, "It's sunny today, let's go out for a walk. I brought you a new toy.

Just tell me about it on your way, I'll see if I can help you solve it."

Pushing Shilov's wheelchair, he went downstairs from the main hall of the Mechanical Palace, walked through the porch, and came outside.

The loyal heirs around him all saluted, and Horn nodded in response.

“Because making potions requires a lot of time, we are equipped with orichalcum clocks to control time.

But starting about last year, people have been reporting that the clock is not accurate.”

"Not allowed?" Horn repeated the word, "Then why don't we just find someone to fix it?"

"It's not that simple. We sent people to check and there is no problem." Shilov shook her head, and the soft wolf ears on her head swung.

This gave Horn the urge to reach out and pinch it.

And he did so. It was soft and furry, and under the fine fur, you could feel the cartilage and ear hair in the auricle.

"What are you doing?" The wolf girl slapped Horn's hand away and blushed. "I'm not a dog, don't touch my ears casually."

The wolf girl is now the president of the Holy Society of Theology and Technology, so she naturally has to maintain her demeanor and dignity in front of outsiders.

Besides, can you just pinch a wolf's ears?

"Isn't this meant to arouse your emotions? That's what the doctor said."

"Tell me honestly, was it you who instructed the doctor to make that diagnosis?" The wolf girl stared at Horn with her tail tucked between her legs.

Horn turned his head to the side, pretending to look at the scenery elsewhere.

Seeing that the wolf girl was still staring at him, he said awkwardly: "Okay, keep talking. I promise not to do this next time."

Shilov then continued, “…Later, I went to check it myself once, but still found no problem.

But I found that not only the clock in the pharmacy, but even my own clock had errors. It was just that the errors were so small that I had never noticed them.

So I sent someone to investigate, and guess what I found?"

"What did you find?"

"There are no problems with the small clocks. However, all the large clocks in the entire Holy Court have errors."

Hearing this, Horn's face finally became serious. The clocks in the entire city were in error, which was no small problem.

"As for the reason." When Shilov talked about this issue, she also showed doubts on her face. "Most table clocks are made of orichalcum springs, and small clocks are made of ordinary springs. We initially determined that there was a problem with the orichalcum springs."

"Something's wrong with the orichalcum spring? What's wrong?"

"I don't know." The wolf girl shook her head, and her tail began to shake along with her. "Perhaps too many mages live in one place, causing a serious overflow of mana, which even affected the clockwork."

"You don't mean to say that magic power can be transmitted through the air?" After thinking for a few seconds, Horn was surprised.

This is big news!

A series of wizard scholars, including the University of the Holy See and the Dragon Alchemy Academy, are studying the issue of mana conductors.

After four or five years of research, no results have been seen except that a low-temperature mana superconductor was proven to be a fake two years ago.

If magic power can be transmitted through the air, why would we need a magic power transmission channel?

"You wish." Shiluofu rolled her eyes, "If the loss of mana in a conductor like air is small, then any magician can condense a fireball in the enemy's eyes.

But the fact is, a wizard can only cast spells within a range of one or two elbows at most.

Even for ray-type spells, the energy is first condensed in the palm of the hand and fingertips before being shot out.

This should be the result of the mana causing an abnormal disturbance to the clockwork, rather than an increase in the mana within the clockwork."

"Isn't it just a thought?" Horn touched Shilov's head lovingly, as if he was touching a spoiled puppy.

At this time, the two of them had already arrived at the flower sea and grass outside. There were not many people around, so Shilov naturally squinted her eyes and enjoyed the touch of her head.

"Okay, I promised to play with you, let's do some exercise." Horn took out a yellow frisbee from his backpack, "This is a new type of frisbee that everyone throws to each other and catches. Do you want to try it?"

This was an agreement between the two. This year, Shilov specifically asked Horn to go out with her at least three times a week.

After all, the situation in the Holy Alliance has now stabilized, and the lifelong event of a certain holy grandson should also be resolved.

The other saints were always outside, but she was always in the Holy Court, by Horn's side.

The drunkard doesn't mean wine.

Just at the moment of seeing the frisbee, Shilov suddenly had a strange impulse from inside out.

Her tail immediately started to spin faster than the clockwork key of her artificial leg, and she stood up by supporting herself with the wheelchair.

"Are you ready?"

Shilov nodded quickly.

Horn threw the frisbee out with a whoosh: "Bring it back!"

As if something in her body was activated, Shilov immediately chased after the flying disc.

But halfway through the chase, she suddenly stopped.

Horn was still clapping and shouting from behind: "It's about to land, Shilov, catch it! Hurry up and catch it! Hurry up and catch it!"

Shilov did not continue to chase the frisbee. Instead, she turned around on the spot, lowered her head and strode towards Horn.

"H-h ...

"Den-"

The saint hit the saint's grandson's chest hard with a locomotive-like hammer.

(End of this chapter)