Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Gordon raised an eyebrow and shook hands with the other person.

He already knows people from all walks of life, and today he has gained another member of parliament, who is also the professor's son.

Since members of parliament do not receive salaries, only gentlemen with stable incomes are eligible to serve as members, resulting in a strong elitist character in the House of Commons.

"Welcome, Mr. Congressman." Gordon greeted him, and the two walked together to the building entrance, where they found a bench to sit on, out of the rain.

"Mr. Vic, I was there when you concocted the potion that day, it was truly incredible," Edward began by flattering him.

"It's common... oh, it's not common. If you want to brew a potion, you'll probably have to wait for fifty years."

"I've come here today for the idea you proposed," Edward explained.

"I've come up with many ideas, some of which are very profitable, and some haven't had a chance to generate profits yet. Which one?"

"It's a strategy for managing the Blackwater River. It has now been compiled into a formal parliamentary proposal and will soon be put to a public vote in parliament. Once the bill is passed, it will be officially established." Edward took out a copy and handed it to Gordon.

Gordon glanced at it.

The Lundnim Public Health and Jobs Revitalization Act.

This is very bureaucratic, but it has its advantages. As long as Parliament approves it, Gordon's ideas can truly become the target of the Imperial administrative machine.

"Is there any resistance?"

"Of course, it caused a huge uproar in Parliament. If the bill passes, we will employ more than 80,000 unemployed poor people. The opponents argue that if they weren't inherently lazy, cowardly, and stupid, how could they not find a decent job in Logris? The essence of this bill is to punish diligence and reward incompetence."

"Eighty thousand men." Gordon's eyes lit up. "I only see severely underutilized human resources, sir. We must turn all the young men of the Logris Empire into productive forces, lest the Blackwater Hermitage turn them into fish."

Eighty thousand people is no small number; it is enough to completely reverse the power structure along the Blackwater River.

Edward's smile deepened.

"Some people firmly believe in the market's self-regulating ability, Mr. Vic. Their reasoning is sound—if they can't find work, it means the market doesn't need them, and we just need to wait patiently until the long run, and the problem will resolve itself."

"In the long run, we're all dead," Gordon said.

"That's true." Edward was taken aback at first, then laughed. "I'll be quoting that in Parliament tomorrow."

This statement is simple yet sharp, and most importantly, every old man understands it.

Gordon flipped through the documents.

"They will indeed naturally disappear or melt away in a dozen years, but what they need is today's work and today's income. I saw the Blackwater Hermitage people giving them work, although most of it was just standing guard and chanting while staring at the pool, but they had food to eat and someone to take care of them when they were sick."

"But we need to win these people over."

"Yes, once they have money, they will gradually become normal citizens. Some of them will have their own businesses, become voters, and become ballots. At that time, they will remember which member of parliament voted in favor of this bill."

Edward remained silent for a moment.

He wanted to run for mayor and get rid of that incompetent West.

Therefore, he does need more public approval.

"One last thing," he took a deep breath, "Many people have been infected with Blackwater Syndrome. So the most important question I'm here for is... is there any possibility of a cure for Blackwater Syndrome?"

This is the most important thing.

If Blackwater Syndrome cannot be cured, the Empire has simply taken in a group of slow-moving, water-loving, and swimming merfolk as reserves.

As long as they are discriminated against and ostracized, the hermits will beckon them back to the river.

And if it could cure...

Even reversing just a part of it could guarantee the bill's passage.

This is the power of hope.

"I think it's promising." Gordon glanced back at the reporters in the distance.

"Can't you guarantee that?"

"Yes, the key to all research and development work lies in being down-to-earth. Otherwise, if the drug fails, your competitors will say you're deceiving the public, patients will curse you, and eventually everyone will realize that someone is just seeking fame and fortune." Gordon looked at the Sherwood Laboratory Building. "Of course, I don't want to fail at all, I'm just reminding you."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Promote water management projects and restore public order on the river. Then, if the bill is fortunate enough to pass, it is emphasized that priority should be given to employing dockworkers and the unemployed along the banks of the Blackwater River."

Edward remembered all of this.

Gordon is indeed remarkable; he's young and insightful.

Calling him a young talent is probably too simplistic.

He had heard snippets about Gordon from his father Winslow before, and thought they were somewhat exaggerated.

In retrospect, he is indeed a rising star in the Logris Empire.

Thinking of this, Edward took out his business card and handed it to Gordon.

"Edward Winslow Law Firm..." Gordon checked.

"If you need to handle any legal, patent, or contractual issues, you can come to me," Edward explained.

"No problem," Gordon agreed.

In the future, no matter what products he needs to sell under the "High Man Brand" name, he will have solid patents to back him up, which will enable him to realize his money-printing plan. This will add another connection to his network.

……

Second floor of the Sherwood Laboratory Building.

It's too academic inside; even reporters don't want to come anymore. Only Gordon and Eve are left.

They arrived at the spiritual reaction vessel laboratory, ready to test the "rebirth mother fluid" and other random things. Only by separating the problems could they talk about healing.

Since it was summer vacation, there weren't the long queues that I had seen on the forum before.

The academy's spiritual reactor awaits to swallow new anomalous samples.

"Do you really believe that foundation can be established?" Eve asked, spreading out the things with Gordon. "That foundation that helps poor students like you."

"One day, someone will voluntarily hand over their money to prove they have a conscience. It's part of how society works." Gordon glanced at the various materials laid out on the table. "Right now, let's study how to cure Blackwater Syndrome, so that when the Fisher King wakes up, he'll find his men are dwindling."

Next, Gordon went to retrieve the Silver Fish Casket and had the school janitor prepare several white mice.

"First, confirm the effect of this substance on organisms, separate the residue, and cross-compare it with old samples. Make sure to record and compare each step." Gordon took a deep breath.

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He took out a sample of the iridescent water.

[Regenerative Mother Fluid. Committed to equality for all.]

Gordon anesthetized the mice, placed them in a glass tank, and then extracted 20 ml of the regeneration mother fluid, slowly injecting it into the tank.

The mouse's fur began to melt as soon as it came into contact with it.

Gordon had seen strong acids corrode organisms, usually accompanied by smoke and hissing sounds.

The regeneration mother fluid has an even more miraculous effect, making the mice's appearance first transparent, and then collapsing inward. Hair, skin, flesh, organs... all lose their boundaries. Within about 30 seconds, it gradually merges into the iridescent liquid.

The white mice have completely disappeared.

When weighed again, after removing the weight of the container, the total weight of the iridescent liquid added to the mice increased by exactly 20 grams, which was consistent with the original weight of the mice.

"This thing has a very good appetite," Gordon observed.

He tried adding precipitated salt.

Upon contact with the sample, it immediately emitted a series of fine popping sounds and released flocculent matter. This matter only lasted for a few seconds before being quickly swallowed back by the iridescent water. This proves that there are indeed separable components inside, so it wasn't a complete failure.

He then switched to the separation solution.

The surface of the mother liquor is covered with layers of fine scales, like a fish turning its body underwater, but it melts back into liquid after a few seconds.

"It devours everything. This thing has extremely advanced properties. It's a deadly weapon for both us and the Secret Order. It would be terrible to dump it into the Blackwater River." Gordon shook his head.

"Humans will surely come up with the worst use for it," Eve smiled.

After observing the appearance, performance, and physical properties, Gordon began the next step of the experiment.

"Next is... the distillation experiment," Gordon planned.

He loaded the regenerated mother liquor into the distiller and connected the condenser, gas collecting bottle, and other accessories.

A distillation experiment involves heating the sample and collecting the fractions that escape at different temperatures to identify the volatile components and the residues.

This can be used to study complex mixtures and determine exactly how many substances are mixed together.

If heating it produces no gas and leaves no residue, then it is something that humans cannot understand.

"Senior, can you heat it up? What temperature?"

"You can give it a try. My ability is to heat things up to about 1500 degrees Celsius. I will report the temperature in real time, so please take notes."

"clear."

Gordon put it into the still, and Eve reached out her hand.

[All things tend towards scorching white: an explosion of heat]

As the regenerated mother liquor continued to heat up, the surface of the liquid trembled.

"20 degrees."

"40 degrees."

"60 degrees."

At this point, a colored vapor begins to rise, flows along the glass tube, and condenses back into the mother liquor in another small bottle.

"It starts to evaporate at 60 degrees Celsius," Gao wrote.

The liquid level continued to drop.

Once the last layer of moisture has evaporated, only a layer of shiny, scaly crystalline salt remains.

They are very similar to the salt that Gordon separated from the mud, but are obviously more dazzling, displaying a variety of beautiful and indistinguishable colors, like mermaid scales.

[Sacred, crystalline salt. It looks like a seasoning, but don't sprinkle it on food.]

"I've seen this before. It's the kind of residue that rats love to eat." Gordon nodded. "It's definitely in the Blackwater mud, just weaker."

He took out the prepared sample for comparison.

The old scale salts look smaller, like wriggling worms, while the residue left by the regenerated mother liquor looks significantly more radiant.

After solidifying, it lost its corrosive properties. Gordon then put a small mouse in, and it stepped on the salt but did not dissolve immediately.

"Completely homologous, the regeneration mother liquor is composed of at least two substances: extraordinary crystals and a special mother liquor." Eve recorded the comparison results. "Like the Blackwater River crystals, they are products of the same high-level power at different concentrations. Now I will retrieve all the information about the Fishing King to see if this is its original authority."

[A Vision Through Memory: Recalling Past Events]

She raised her hand, and countless transparent pages floated out in front of her. A dozen pages slowly rotated around Eve, and her golden eyes became even brighter.

Every page was something she had read before, now reproduced exactly as it was.

Gordon looked around at the fluttering pages.

This was the first time he had seen Eve fully activate her abilities; now it seemed that her mind was a vast library.

No wonder she didn't bring any books with her when she came to Lundenim; she didn't need them at all.

"This is really..." he intended to say a few words of praise.

"Shh." Eve's gaze fell on the book. "I'm searching."