The Pope, the Cardinals, and the Holy Knights were maneuvering and connecting among the nobility.
The Grand Inquisition was trying every ans to gather intelligence. Although the disastrous defeat of the Golden Fleet would affect the nobles’ perception of the Church, they couldn’t just report this to the Pope, could they?
They still needed to find so clues!
For example, who bought contraband, who kept a female/male magician in their house, who was colluding with the enemy!
They couldn’t raid hos, couldn’t let the Inquisition exterminate families, but handing over clues for the Pope to handle was still useful!
Actually, without even probing, the Grand Inquisition already knew about the new tricks from across the sea. Yes, the dicine for treating the "Sea Plague" was indeed effective, but unfortunately, the Church hadn’t cracked the formula yet;
The thing called "cowpox," the Grand Inquisition had also ordered its subordinates, and even so conscripted magicians, to experint with it. However, so far, the cowpox developed according to the recipe had less than a fifty percent success rate on prisoners and serfs;
The thing called "penicillin" was even more detestable! Even if left unused, after two or three months, the mortality rate upon injection would double, then double again!
In other words, those nobles who wanted to purchase from the council had to keep buying continuously; it was impossible to stockpile a large batch to last for years! Their relationships would certainly be long-term!
Damn it! The cost of the healing potion couldn’t be pressed so low!
If Garrett knew that his series of inventions so far had inclined the continent’s nobles more towards the Magic Council, he would be delighted.
However, he didn’t know this yet. To avoid getting bogged down in banquets and balls, Garrett had quickly fled the capital with his family and was now desperately catching up on his work...
Blood potassium!
Blood sodium!
Blood calcium!
Titration thod, fla ionization thod, blood magic!
Integrate data, compare mutually, package and throw into the identification spell, let it automatically feedback results...
Garrett knew that a month ago, his ntal power had already touched the barrier. The reason he hadn’t advanced was that he was stuck on the research of unique magic. ℝÁNο𝔟Ёṥ
And the slow progress of this round of research was mainly because he had thrown all his energy into clinical practice, leaving too little for research.
He didn’t advance when leaving Nevis, and the teacher, seeing he had serious work to do, might not say anything; but if he hadn’t advanced after wandering around and returning, when the teacher ca out of seclusion, um...
Would the teacher kill him was another matter, but the possibility of being hung up and beaten was infinitely close to one hundred percent.
For his own safety, Garrett was determined to create that magic on the way back. Once the magic was created, he could at least hand in his assignnt!
Fortunately, they had taken a ship when coming, and they would take a ship back. The ship back was even bigger, mainly because the Temple of the Spring Goddess had sent another batch of casters, for which they specially found a big ship—
To match the status of casters, especially high-level ones, an ordinary small boat wouldn’t do! There had to be enough cabins, and each priestess had to have a single room!
Yes, of course, these priestesses, and the priests sent by the capital’s God of Nature sect, would be Garrett’s students. After this round of turmoil in the capital, especially after performing surgery for the queen, Garrett finally established his status:
Only he, Garrett Nordmark, was qualified to train cesarean section surgeons, and only the license issued by Oak Grove Clinic could be recognized among the nobility in the capital, in Nevis, and many other places!
With this status, Garrett naturally occupied the largest and best room on the ship. While others only had a small cabin, he had a suite with a study. By setting up two floating disks in the study to ensure the instrunts weren’t disturbed, he could conduct experints—
At this mont, Garrett had a pile of instrunts on his left and a stack of draft papers on his right, frantically writing and calculating. Cirilla was beside him, bored and playing with his instrunts:
"Hey, copper wire burns green! Copper sulfate solution... Garrett, why does copper sulfate solution burn yellow-green?"
Garrett glanced over in his busy state:
"There’s probably an impurity in it? Did you add sodium sulfate? Purify it again or use a pure bottle."
"Oh." Cirilla changed a bottle of solution and continued to burn. After burning for a while, she called again:
"Garrett! Why does seawater burn yellow? Didn’t you say it contains potassium?"
"It’s overshadowed by the sodium’s color." This ti, Garrett didn’t even turn his head, biting the feather shaft of the Endless Ink Pen while trying to open his mind, and took a mont to reply:
"Use a blue glass sheet, or cover it with copper sulfate solution and see."
"Mm..." The sound of water splashing. Garrett’s ears pricked up, and he quickly turned his head:
Young lady, your so-called "finding copper sulfate solution" isn’t placing a flask in the middle, it’s directly raising a wall of water with the solution?!
"Garrett! Why does this copper wire burn green? Why does potassium burn purple?"
Garrett took a deep breath.
He knew the answer, it was because the tal elent, after absorbing energy, released photons during electron transition, and the frequency of the light wave was different...
But to explain electron transition now?
Electrons were just discovered!
Senior Sister Philby had just personally felt the electron flow a few months ago, I bet she hadn’t found protons and neutrons yet...
Without finding or verifying protons and neutrons, to determine the distribution, level, and transition of electrons in atoms, then observing photons, wave-particle duality, etc.?
Are you trying to kill ?
"Garrett, do you know the answer?"
The silver dragon lady swooshed down. Her silver-blue eyes looked at him inquisitively, so seriously that Garrett almost felt she had vertical pupils.
As she asked, Cirilla grabbed his sleeve and shook it back and forth:
"Tell ! Tell !"
I can’t tell you!
It would collapse!
Moreover, I really can’t prove it!
The force of pulling and shaking his arm was getting stronger. For his own safety, Garrett desperately racked his brain to co up with an excuse:
"By the way, Cirilla, why don’t you write a new paper?"
"What paper?"
"Just write about fla reactions, uh, like what color different tals burn into. Burn all known tals one by one, record them..."
"Isn’t there already a paper on that?"
"Hey! You’re different! You can see things others can’t!" Garrett quickly coaxed her:
"Burn these tals with a colorless fla, then record their colors, record the wavelengths, arrange them, compare them—I guarantee this research has never been done before! Your own research, your own first author, don’t you want it?"
Importantly, many subsequent studies in the Sculpture and Modeling Departnt could be developed based on this paper!
Cirilla’s paper, no matter which senior brother or sister it was given to, would surely inspire them! Publishing, citing, nothing to worry about!
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