Do you believe me when I say I’m not a dragon?

The originally pink skin under its fur became red and swollen, and there were traces of being scalded by boiling water all over its body.

When it flew forward, a giant claw covered with black scales blocked its movement and easily knocked it to the ground.

"Ow—"

The giant wolf was about to fight it, but when he raised his head, he saw a pair of vertical pupils glowing scarlet.

What followed was a heart-shaking low roar.

"Give me peace!"

"Ouch..."

The ferocious aura swept over him, and the giant wolf that had been tortured by Mercer for a long time suddenly lost the will to resist, and lay on the ground in submission, whimpering.

Mercer lifted it up, revealing its abdomen which was also burned, and carefully looked at the position of its chest.

There is nothing there, and the slightest gray streak that was visible yesterday is no longer noticeable.

After staring for a while, Mercer turned his head and looked to the other side.

There, there were also several giant wolves with their hair removed, but there were no traces of burns on their bodies. However, they were weaker than the one in front of them, and they were lying on the ground weakly, panting.

"Seven of them were 'disinfected' and six were left alone. The contrast is already obvious."

Mercer said to himself in a voice that only he could understand.

——In order to study how to combat the gray fog, Mercer started a controlled experiment.

At present, the only weakness of the gray mist that he can think of is fear of high temperatures. In this case, he will conduct research on this method.

He caught a dozen giant wolves that were parasitized by the gray mist, shaved off their hair for easier observation, and then divided them into two groups.

One group is what Mercer calls "letting go", he will send food regularly, as long as they don't leave here.

As for the other group... it was a bit cruel. He threw these giant wolves into a pool of water and heated them with his breath, trying to see if this sauna method could eliminate the parasitic gray fog in the body.

...As mentioned above, this method was really used by Moser, but the conditions required were very harsh. A few weeks after the start of the experiment, only these seven experimental subjects survived. One.

The method is actually very simple and crude. Just soak it in boiling or near-boiling water regularly for two or three minutes.

If there is no problem with Mercer's memory of his past life, boiling water is 3 degrees, right?Being able to soak in it for [-] minutes without dying, the strength of the biological constitution in this world once again refreshed his understanding.

But no matter what, the experiment was considered a success.The reason is that the experimental subjects in the first group became obviously weak after the third week of parasitic gray fog, and quickly entered a state of half-death in a few days, while the second group, which experienced the cruel test, was only able to survive in the end. The fact that one person survived and is still alive and well is proof.

"Thank you for your cooperation. You are free." Mercer touched the giant wolf's head and kindly gave it a way to survive.

Chapter 31: Harold in action

"A little higher...yeah, that's it."

Above the forest, a spaceship floated high in the sky.

Several scholars stood on the observation deck, looking into the distance with telescopes, and from time to time wrote down a large amount of complicated data in their notes.

"How's it going?"

Harold stood on the bow of the boat, looked up at the scholars, and shouted loudly.

"Wait a moment...Okay, everything has been recorded."

"Thank you for your hard work, come down."

The spacecraft began to land slowly, and the scholars also came to Harold's side.

"What's the gray miasma spread data over the past few weeks?" Harold asked.

"It's not ideal. After the potion was made, the speed of the gray miasma has indeed slowed down, but it has not been completely suppressed. If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the gray miasma erodes the entire forest." A scholar handed over the note. Tell him.

Harold took it and started looking through it.

At the same time, he also asked: "Speaking of which, how is your group's potion production going?"

"Although there is no result on this point yet, the process is proceeding steadily, and various failed products are within the acceptable range."

"Okay." Harold nodded, with no expression on his face, "I will ask someone to send you more raw materials in a while, and I will leave it to you to make the potion."

"Leave it to us!" The scholar nodded heartily, showing his big white teeth with a smile, and then suddenly thought of something, "By the way, we have obtained so many materials for making potions, what should we do with Gray Miasma?"

"The task of using the potion to dispel the gray miasma will be entrusted to the forest people in the village. Compared with their understanding of the forest, no one can match them."

"No...I'm worried about what if the potion is not enough?"

Facing the scholar's inquiry, Harold's expression remained normal: "I will weigh the weight, but don't relax here. After all, the original materials are very tight, and if something unexpected happens, they will not be enough. So finding new production materials is also a top priority.”

"Well, that's up to you, Team Leader Harold."

"Ah."

Harold nodded and stood at the bow of the ship quietly waiting for the spacecraft to land.

......

"Chief Lizi, can I come in?"

The door of the simple house knocked. Harold stood at the door and asked inside.

After he finished speaking, the surrounding voices became quiet again. After a while, an old voice slowly sounded:

"...It's Mr. Harold, come in."

Harold pushed the door open and saw the old man sitting in the middle of the main hall. Her face was full of wrinkles and there were a few age spots at the corners of her eyes.

Judging from the loose clothes on her body, she must have just woken up from a nap, and there was still a hint of tiredness in her eyes.

"I'm so busy at work that I have to disturb you at this time. I'm really sorry."

Harold apologized first, then came and sat down opposite her.

"We are very grateful that you are willing to help us protect this home together." Village Chief Lizi smiled lightly, "To you, I am just the chief of a backward village. There is no need to use honorific titles for me."

As she said that, she stood up and staggered to the window, and took out the dried honeycomb hanging above.

"This is the most basic etiquette." Harold quickly stood up, supported her, and helped her pick up the honeycomb.

Lizi did not refuse his kindness, but came to the table with his help, cut off two pieces with a knife, put them into a wooden cup, and slowly came to the stove.

Just as he was about to reach out for water, Harold had already picked up the kettle.

"Pour half of it first."

Li Zi glanced at Harold, took out two wooden spoons from the table and put them into the water glasses.

After doing this, she took her arm out of Harold's hand and returned to her seat.

She shook the honey water in the cup with a wooden spoon, took a small sip, and breathed out gently.

"Drink it. I don't know if it's available elsewhere, but this is the best drink in our village besides bad wine and scented tea."

"Then I'm welcome."

Harold picked up the cup, stirred the honey water in it with a wooden spoon, and watched the liquid in the dried honeycomb blocks melt into the water.

He put it to his mouth and took a sip, feeling a sweet taste.The clear well water carries the sweetness of honey, giving Harold an endless aftertaste of delicious food in its coolness.

"...However, I didn't expect Mr. Harold to be so good at taking care of people."

Watching him drink the honey water in surprise, Lizi smiled.

"Well...because my wife is not in good health recently, I always pay attention to her, and gradually I have developed a habit."

"I remember she was still very healthy last time I saw her. Is she going to be here soon?" After hearing the news, Lizi raised her head, with an unexpected look flashing through her half-closed eyes.

"I have checked with the doctor on the ship, and it is true that I am about to give birth." A warm smile appeared on Harold's face, "In about a month or two, my child will be born."

"Really..." Lizi smiled, "If you are still here then, take me there. When I was young, I was always responsible for the midwifery work in the village."

"I will."

...After a brief chat, Harold started the formal conversation seriously:

"Village Chief Lizi, I wonder how much knowledge you have about dealing with the gray miasma in the village?"

Lizi was silent for a while, with a look of reminiscence on her face:

"I'm very old, and I don't know much about the activities in the village. I remember that you finally made the antidote to the gray miasma not long ago, right?"

"That's true, but the problem of gray miasma has not been completely solved." Harold spoke every word slowly so that Lizi could understand the content. "Actually, the Sen people in your village have started to carry potions. Take action to the edge of the Gray Miasma.

——The current situation is that although the spread of the gray miasma has slowed down, it can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket. If it continues at this level, even the potion to dispel the gray miasma will not help. "

"......Um."

Lizi listened to his report quietly, and did not speak when he stopped talking. She just lowered her head and thought slowly.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at Harold: "But since you came to tell me this, it means there is a solution, right?"

"Yes."

Harold nodded, opened his mouth, and showed a troubled attitude: "I know the solution to this matter, but it is probably inappropriate to do so, and it may require your village to make some trade-offs."

"Tell me, nothing is more important than protecting this forest."

Harold paused for a moment, then said seriously: "Then let me tell you straight away - the reason why the gray miasma is suppressed so slowly is largely caused by the errors that occurred when the scholars on our ship communicated with you. , if you leave the Mori people to my command, then many mistakes that should not have occurred will not be made again."

Chapter 32: Ali’s mission

"Kraft, I'm going out."

The young man was dressed neatly, and after confirming that all his equipment was intact, he turned around and said behind him.

"Oh? Are you going on a mission?"

In the light of the living room, the young scholar sat on his desk and raised his head, unexpectedly looking at his companion and bodyguard.

"Ah."

The young man nodded concisely and said nothing more.

"Then help me pick the surrounding soil when I come back. I'm very curious about what kind of nutrients the soil on the ground contains." The scholar pushed up his glasses, with a curious light shining in his eyes, "On the floating island At that time, the professor wouldn’t let me study it, saying that something as precious as soil should not be given away easily.”

"The rules on the floating island state that hiding soil secretly is a crime." The young man was unmoved. He just looked at the scholar quietly after saying this.

"I know! But this is not on an island. Besides, I just used it for research! After the research is done, I will put it back on the ground." The scholar tried his best to persuade his companion. The young man was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"I see."

"Bon voyage, Ali." Kraft smiled brightly and waved goodbye to him.

The young man nodded, picked up the sword standing by the door and pushed out.

Following the location indicated, he arrived at the entrance of the village.

As soon as I got there, I heard a hearty shout:

"Hey! Are you my partner today!"

Ali looked around and saw a Mori man wearing only shorts but carrying a long gun and full of streamlined muscles walking over.

"It should be." Ali asked calmly, "Are you 'Little Da Da'?"

"......it's me."

When he heard the name from Ali's mouth, the embarrassment on his face flashed, and he smiled sheepishly: "My mother told me that the simpler the name, the better for fertility, so she gave me this name."

Seeing that Ali didn't show any strange expression, he put his arm around his shoulders affectionately: "So, you are Ali, right?"

"Yes."

"Your name is quite simple. Let's do this. We seem to be about the same age, so don't call me Xiao Da Da. Just call me Ah Da."

Pushing Ada's arm away, Ali nodded.

"Okay! Let's go then!"

Even though it was just their first meeting, Ada took Ali out of the village and walked into the forest without saying anything.

......

"We Sen...that's what you humans call those of us with pointed ears, right? What other races are there besides this? I remember there was one guy, both male and female, who had a super thick beard. Humans, right? Why are they so weird, haha."

"I do not know."

"Our village has always relied on hunting for a living. I'm not sure about anything else, but when it comes to hunting, our family is the most ferocious in this village! I heard that my grandfather dared to wrestle with the Silver-tailed Monkey King - just Do you know that monkey with white hair and a long tail? And my grandfather, who saved my grandma by himself from the Raptor. Of course, she was not my grandma at that time. And my dad, He directly stabbed the fire dragon's tail off - of course I was also present in that battle, and I also made a lot of limelight, well, my gun is made of the fire dragon's material."