"Now that you've cried, go to sleep."
Chapter 24: Ending
"There's something strange about the sword you gave her."
The next day, after enjoying the breakfast cooked by Hitzfeld, Nianlun and Pushuangsi sat at the long dining table and watched Ashley's backpack walk away in the snow through the large window next to them.
"Recast with blue nectar." Hitzfeld, still wearing an apron, was standing where Ashley had just sat, cleaning the dishes. She skillfully swept some leftover food scraps and bones onto the plate and would later pour them into the trash can.
This is one of the reasons why she occasionally dresses up and goes out. If she stays at home, she has to take out the trash.
"Blue Nectar? Huh?" Nian Lun was stunned at first, then recalled the manuscript he had read yesterday.
The blue flower is poisonous, but less toxic to humans and other large animals. Adding blue flower juice to reforged swords has a chance of attaching a poison effect. Using blue flower nectar has some additional functions.
"If you don't explain it to her clearly, she might hurt herself." Nian Lun glanced at her and said, "Do you trust her so much?"
"She'll figure it out herself." Hitzfeld walked up to her and motioned for her to pour all the chicken bones to him. "She's not a child anymore. It's precisely because I gave it to her that she'll study it with all her heart."
"...You are quite narcissistic." Nian Lun said dryly.
"Thank you. I just have a clearer understanding of myself."
After packing up, it was finally Hitzfeld's turn to have breakfast by himself.
She was too lazy to take off her apron. She washed her hands, scooped up some water and wiped it on her face. Without waiting for her hands to dry, she returned to the dining table and sat down, and served herself a large bowl of soup.
Although she, as a modern person who has been baptized by science, knows that chicken soup is actually not very nutritious because most of the protein is in the meat, she can't resist saying that it tastes so good.
Meimei took a sip for herself and squinted her eyes in comfort. The temperature was just right compared to when it was first served, a little hot but drinkable directly, perfect.
"About the boiling blood potion." Pusiangsi sat opposite her and pulled her lips when she saw her expression. "Are you going to publish your paper publicly?"
"If I plan to publish the paper publicly, will Sarah, or you, send it to me?" the girl asked.
"Definitely not." Pusiangsi raised her chin. "This matter is too important. If it succeeds, you will be the center of the storm again. We are not ready to lose you yet."
"I'm just a detective..."
"You are no longer one." A voice interrupted from under the cloak, "Even if you were, detectives who can detect the evil god's eye are very rare."
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and Year Ring came to the rescue, continuing to make a fuss about the Boiling Blood Potion, asking Hitzfeld questions.
Hitzfeld told him everything he knew, because the reason why the potion was made last night was actually inseparable from the great help of the two people at the table.
After all, they are all leaders in their respective fields. They know a lot and have strong resistance to multiple mysterious factors. Most importantly, they are quick-witted and can draw inferences from one example. After reading the prototype manuscript of the Boiling Blood Potion, they were able to immediately come up with several suggestions.
It was based on these suggestions that the potion was rushed to completion, so strictly speaking they also had some credit for this, and Hitzfeld did not intend to take all the credit for being the author.
If the paper is really to be published, these two people should at least be the corresponding authors.
But it is basically impossible to post it, as Pusangs said, this matter involves too many things.
That's the boiling blood potion... It uses heating body temperature to stimulate blood circulation and metabolism to try to expel accumulated toxins from the body. If this kind of thing really works, then the Flintstone Knights will no longer have any worries in the future.
They will be able to exert that power unscrupulously without worrying about toxins corroding their bodies. More importantly, they also have people's hearts - this should be able to win over many people.
"To say they were bribed is too disrespectful to their beliefs."
It was time for after-dinner chat, and Nianlun was craving for a cigarette. He took out that long pipe from somewhere and took a puff after every few words.
"They are knights. Do you know who can enter the Knight's Academy? It's okay to say that they will be more grateful for the hard work, but bribery is still too much."
Hitzfeld frowned slightly when he smelled the smoke. The cloaked woman noticed this and walked to the window and opened a crack, allowing the smoke to drift in that direction.
Hitzfeld suddenly felt that she was really gentle.
If it weren't for that disaster...
"How many phases of animal experiments will it take?" Year Rings asked her.
“At least 10 issues,” Hitzfeld said.
“How many are there in each issue?”
"As many as you can get," Hitzfeld said again. "At least 10, 100 is fine."
Nian Lun nodded: "I'll arrange it."
It's really nice to talk to smart people.
Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows.
She originally thought that she had to explain to the other party that only when there was enough sample data would it have sufficient reference value.
After all, she was going to give this thing to Ashley, and she didn't want to take any risk at all. If there were any hidden dangers, they must be detected during the animal experiment stage, and then targeted improvements must be made.
But Nian Lun understood very well, and she didn't need to explain too much.
After talking about the boiling blood potion for a while, Hitzfeld said that this thing might not be effective for toxins that have accumulated over the years, because too much time has passed and the toxins have already entered the internal organs. Increasing the dosage might cause problems.
"Because they are all old men, right?" Nianlun nodded. "Speeding up the metabolism of old men will cause problems... but it doesn't matter. As long as we can give the new generation hope, it's enough."
After finishing this topic, she naturally transitioned to the next one.
"I have a question, Hitzfeld. This is what kept me awake last night. Please give me a direct answer."
"You said."
After swallowing the last bite of food, Hitzfeld poured himself a glass of slightly hot lemonade and gestured to her to feel free while drinking.
"It's the 'spiritual foundation' problem you mentioned." Year Ring frowned, "You said you can purify the river water, but you can't guarantee that the purified river water won't become 'poisonous' after you're gone?"
"That's it."
"What is the basis for your judgment?" Year Ring asked again, "I mean, you haven't tried it, right?"
"of course not."
Hitzfeld looked at her with something odd in his eyes.
Isn't this obvious? That's assuming she was killed. What kind of experiment can simulate this?
"So all this is just your guess?" Year Rings became excited. "In fact, there is another possibility - the river water has been completely purified by you. Even if you don't have it, it won't cause any harm to the person who consumes it..."
"We have to assume the worst-case scenario for all outcomes."
Pusiangsi couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to interrupt her, "Don't have any hope. I don't even have any hope for this matter itself."
"I know, I know. You are a pessimist and I am an optimist..."
Nian Lun didn't take it seriously at all. She said she would pay enough attention to this matter.
What kind of attention?
Ok……
The original words of the Annual Rings: Some death row inmates in prisons would be very happy if they knew they still had a chance to atone for their sins with their lives.
This is to mobilize resources to establish an artificial spiritual base as I said.
Hitzfeld thought immediately.
Once the artificial spiritual base is successfully created, the rest will be easy.
For example, you can first use the spiritual base to influence a group of people, and then destroy the spiritual base to see their reactions. If there is no problem for a long time, it means that the purification effect of the mysterious factor is permanent.
Hitzfeld didn't think the condemned inmates would be grateful for this, but that was not her concern.
After all, the topic was too big and the workload was too much. In the next few days, she discussed many aspects with the two people and finally sent them away on the afternoon of the third day.
"Just deliver it to the gate of the manor."
Turning around at the door, Nian Lun steadyed the girl's hat.
"I'm sorry, Aisuen." She suddenly said in a low voice, "This should be your time to rest, I..."
"I know."
Hitzfeld's face was gloomy for a moment, but he quickly forced a smile.
"If this can be done well, I will have plenty of time to rest in the future... so why bother with this?"
"you are always like this……"
But Nian Lun's seriousness did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, stared at her and shook his head.
"I will assign some personnel to help investigate the source of that batch of materials."
She made a promise.
"Since you are predicting the worst, I suggest you don't go outside until the results of the investigation come out."
Chapter 25 Mirror Image
As he watched Nianlun and the other man leave, the smile on Hitzfeld's face gradually faded.
The wind was blowing, the snow was falling, and she was finally alone again.
After a few days of excitement, I felt a little uncomfortable when loneliness returned.
But she immediately thought that Lengdis might have been walking in such loneliness for hundreds of years.
So she immediately perked up, thinking that this thing was actually no big deal, she could find something to do and soon put it behind her.
"Woof?" The Snow Spaniel stood in the snow and looked at her, not quite understanding why she suddenly turned around and walked back with big strides. Her heavy steps seemed as if she had a grudge against the snow.
But it didn't want to stay outside in the cold wind, so it quickly wagged its tail to catch up and got in before the girl closed the door.
Taking off his coat and hat, Hitzfeld looked at the snow outside the window and temporarily gave up the idea of going to the tool shed to work.
The warm sun a while ago was a surprise, and the temperature has dropped again in the past few days. It is estimated that it is almost minus ten degrees outside. She doesn't want to turn on the stove in such a temperature.
But if she wants to relieve her boredom, physical labor should always be her first choice. If she can't fiddle with tools and make gadgets, what will she do with the rest of the day?
Rubbing his palms, he could feel the coldness underneath through his gloves. Hitzfeld thought about it and decided to take a bath to solve his troubles.
There seems to be no direct connection between taking a bath and solving troubles, but don't forget - based on her last gains and insights, it can be concluded that human thinking is much more active than usual when the pores all over the body are open and comfortable. Maybe she will get an idea after taking a bath.
Lily didn't know what she wanted to do. Seeing that she was standing there without moving, she quietly came over and started rubbing her legs.
"..." Hitzfeld stared down at it, his eyes a little sharper.
She knew very well that Lily was not acting coquettishly with her, and it was not that the silly dog liked her legs or anything - it simply had an itch somewhere on its body and used her legs as a scratching tool.
"Since you're itchy, I'll clean it for you too."
"Wang?"
Without further ado, he carried the dog into the bathroom. Hitzfeld quickly stripped off his clothes and turned on the faucet.
Now there is electric heating, although the efficiency can be said to be ridiculously slow, and the water flowing out of the pipes has a smell that is not unpleasant but very strange, but at least she does not need to spend dozens of minutes to boil water.
Lily didn't like taking a bath very much, just like she could swim but didn't want to jump into a river to catch fish. When Hitzfeld drew water to wet her, she kept her ears drooping, trying to act pitiful and get away with it.
Hitzfeld would not be fooled by its appearance. She knew too well how cunning the dog was. She picked up the soap and started to make foam, rubbing it all over the dog's body.
"Ah!" Lily started to struggle when she saw she couldn't get out. She twisted and turned in the girl's arms, roaring threateningly, "Huluhuhu——"
"Behave!" Hitzfeld felt that this thing was as slippery as a loach - it was too smooth after being foamed, and she needed to use all her strength to hold the dog down, "Otherwise I will beat you to death, be obedient!"
Whenever this happened, Lily would become very stupid, as if she didn't understand what people were saying. Hitzfeld was exhausted after giving it a bath, and he didn't even bother to rub the dust off first, and filled a tub of hot water for himself.
His body sank in, the water line rose to the edge of the bathtub, and the slightly scalding water transferred heat to his heart through his skin. Hitzfeld couldn't help but exhale, leaned his head against the head and closed his eyes.
A gear-like face emerged from the darkness.
The man seemed to be still right in front of her, standing in the wind and snow, beside the bed, or even in this bathroom, bending over and extending his right hand to her.
Hitzfeld naturally reached out his hand to him, but at the last moment he caught nothing.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and there was nothing but steam.
Shaking his head, hugging his legs and curling up, Hitzfeld sighed softly, and the person he thought of turned to Xia Yibing, wondering when she would come back.
But if she comes back, will she still like me like this?
She is a little pessimistic.
A... daughter of an evildoer. She even failed to hold the bottom line at the last moment, and her awareness of holding to that standard was not as high as that of the enemy himself.
Will she approve of my overly unprofessional performance?
I didn't even dare to tell her the truth. Of course, this was because the matter was private, but was I also afraid?
