Chapter 330

Feces? Urine?

The alchemists present were all stunned!

Wells was the first to stand up, "Count Graman, with all due respect, how can you associate great alchemy with something so filthy?"

And this was while everyone was eating.

"Filthy?" Paul realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, "Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this in such an occasion."

This was not a matter of occasion or not. The alchemists were extremely embarrassed. Their profession was also a respectable one. If the count really asked them to study excrement, what was the difference between them and those dung collectors? There was no such thing as equal labor in this era.

Now it seemed that the count was insulting them nakedly.

"Ahem!" One of the older men, named Hoffman, coughed, stood up and asked carefully, "Lord Graman, are you sure you are not kidding? Only the lowest slaves touch those things. We are... we are..."

Wells added for him, "We are alchemists." There was a strong sense of resistance in his words.

Paul stroked his chin, "Okay, I understand, let's continue eating."

Everyone thought that the matter was over, and began to bury their heads in their knives and forks.

Suddenly, the count said, "I suddenly remembered that the finances are a bit tight recently. We may need to discuss the establishment of a chemical laboratory with the people in the State Council."

What, the duck that is almost cooked is about to fly away, and everyone is nervous.

It is obvious that the count is threatening them, either reject the research project he proposed, go back to the workshop to continue to be a boring technical instructor, and work step by step according to the established procedures every day, or accept the research project he proposed, enjoy a lot of funds, and explore the infinite possibilities in the field of alchemy in the laboratory.

Everyone whispered to each other, and whispered with the people around them about how to choose, while Count Graman enjoyed his lunch contentedly.

Finally, after a conversation of voices and eyes at the table, most of the alchemists reached a consensus: sacrifice temporary dignity in exchange for a better future in the long run.

The pioneers who created this industry tried everything to get gold.

It was the older Hoffman who spoke on behalf of everyone: "Mr. Count, the first principle of our profession is to be anxious for the employer. After careful consideration, we should indeed approach the [problem] you just mentioned first. Of course, the premise is to have a convenient experimental environment."

You lost your integrity so quickly? Wells wanted to stand up and say a few words in anger, but was immediately pressed down on his seat by his colleagues with angry eyes.

These guys are quite flexible. Paul smiled happily, "Since your work enthusiasm is so high, I will definitely instruct the State Council to give priority to supporting the construction of chemical laboratories. Please go back and make a detailed plan, list all the needs, and then we will discuss it in detail."

"Mr. Count is wise!" Hoffman bowed to Paul.

"But, about the plan you mentioned, is it really feasible to collect saltpeter on a large scale through those...those wastes?"

They only knew that saltpeter could be scraped out of the toilet. If the count didn't mind the dirt, couldn't he just scrape it directly in the toilet?

Paul: "Do you know what microorganisms are?"

Everyone: "Yes."

The knowledge about microorganisms is the first thing that every newcomer to Lake Heart Town is instilled with, and the alchemists are no exception. They have also been exposed to microscopes - the great invention of the Count - and have seen things that cannot be observed with the naked eye.

It is precisely because of this that people who come to Lake Heart Town have developed the habit of drinking boiled water. High temperatures can kill those small insects that are invisible to the naked eye. The stomach upset may be caused by these guys.

Paul: "I have a bold guess - some microorganisms have an impact on the transformation of substances in nature. The presence of nitrate in the toilet may be related to some microorganisms that we don't know yet."

In another world, it is already an indisputable fact, but in this world it can only be called a bold guess. People here don't know what nitrifying bacteria are.

Everyone nodded, but most people didn't take it to heart. Why don't you say it's related to the sun?

"If we can increase the number of microorganisms related to saltpeter conversion, we can speed up the production of saltpeter from feces or urine."

"Since they are alive, sunlight, temperature, and moisture may affect their number. As for whether it is a positive or negative impact, we need to conduct careful experiments."

Well, it turns out that the count really thinks it is related to the sun.

"Lord Graman, we will definitely follow your instructions and do our best to experiment."

What can the alchemists do? Even if many people think that the count's theory is a bit ridiculous, they have to bite the bullet and do it for the long-awaited laboratory. Anyway, if it is a useless work in the end, it is the count's money that is wasted.

"Well, very good, I will take the time to work with you."

It will take a long time for these confused guys to make a saltpeter field. Paul must participate in it personally. He still knows the general principles and methods of saltpeter stacking.

However, many people interpreted his words as the lord would check on them from time to time to see if they were being cunning, so they expressed their loyalty.

In this way, the lunch at the lord's mansion ended with everyone having their own thoughts.

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"These guys have no dignity as alchemists!"

After leaving the lord's mansion, Wells came to a restaurant called [Flying Dragon Pavilion], drinking and criticizing the shameful behavior of his peers.

But a laboratory with good facilities and sufficient funds is also what he longs for. For a while, his heart fell into an extremely entangled state.

"Hey! Isn't this Wells?"

A voice with a Jingyao accent sounded behind him, and his name was called out.

Wells turned around and saw an acquaintance - Guy Burns, the strange machine master.

In fact, it can't be called an acquaintance. The two just had business dealings in Jingyao. And Wells used to look down on the other party in his heart. Burns didn't do well in the capital, and was excluded and even laughed at by his peers, and lived in poverty all day long.

But now Guy Burns completely overturned Wells's previous impression of him. Not only was he well-dressed, but he also had an inexplicable temperament in his gestures, which seemed to be very similar to those officials.

"Burns? You've also come to Northwest Bay? Come and sit down."

Out of courtesy, Wells invited the other party to sit at his table and added a glass of wine.

After a detailed chat, Wells found that this strange machine master was doing so well in Lake Heart Town - he was highly valued by the lord, and even handed over the famous machinery factory - a place that made magical machines such as harvesters and flying shuttle looms - to him for management. He was indeed an official and a very important member of the Lake Heart Town system. Naturally, the other party enjoyed a high treatment, at least much higher than him as a [technician].

He felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart. When he was in Jingyao, this kid was much worse than him, and now he was actually suppressing him.

Under Burns' surprised gaze, Wells gulped down a full glass of wine.

I also want to seize the opportunity and reach the peak of my life!