There are many Norse folk legends about heroes, and Thor is one of the most famous. He was born handsome and majestic, and he was born with divine powers. The 10,000-pound hammer containing infinite magic never leaves his hand.

However, few others know that Thor fought with Poseidon for twenty-one days, and in the end he relied on a short dagger to win.

In the ensuing battle of the gods, it was lost to the world, and no trace was found.

After many years, even the word of mouth of the very senior magician gradually did not remember that there was such a king of short weapons.

Blade of the Ancients, King of Daggers.

And now, it is poking squarely on the solid wood table of the brew fairy blacksmith's shop. The whole black body looks plain, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a fine light blue halo around it, revealing an evil aura.

Signori was petrified in an instant.

His eyes and mouth were wide open, and he stared blankly at Thor's Blade, and it took a long time to come back to his senses. He cautiously walked over to the table and gently stroked the blade with his rough palm. With a slight force, a small piece of nail is easily cut.

He pulled the dagger from the table, held it and looked at it, as if he had forgotten that Dai Lan existed. A whisper came out of his mouth: "Meteoric iron, 50-degree Flat-Grind, classic Germanic family carving...... Could it be ......?"

Speaking of which, Uncle Signori seems to have changed his person, and he doesn't look drunk at all. The two eyes were clear and bright, staring at Dai Lan's face, and said leisurely: "Is it the long-lost Thor's Blade?" ”

Dai Lan was stunned, it seemed that the real person did not show his face, this old drunkard was not an ordinary knowledge, and he could see the clue at a glance. Nodding his head, he praised: "It seems that Uncle Signori does know the goods." How do you see that? ”

The uncle suddenly smiled, showed a few yellow teeth, pointed to a row of small characters on the handle of the dagger and said, "Isn't this all written?" Greek mixed with Germanic script, Blade of Thor. ”

Wear a blue head full of black lines......

Signori waved his hand and said, "This mortgage is worth it!" I won't ask you where the dagger came from, but I'll count it as five louis. If you don't pay it back after a month, it's mine. ”

"Robbers! Bandit! Bandit! Dai Lan scolded three times in his heart.

Dai Lan used a gray coarse cloth to cover the entire alchemy furnace, tied a few dead knots, and carried them behind his back. From a distance, it seems that he has taken a big burden, and no one else notices when he walks on the road. You know, in a slum-like place like Luthor, there are hard-working young men and dock workers.

Because it was afternoon, Aunt Susan was on duty at the Robertson family, and her man, Uncle Wise, was nowhere to be found. Both Rachel and siblings went to work in the fields. When Dai Lan brought the alchemy furnace into the house, no one noticed.

In fact, Dai Lan knew very well in his heart that Jupiter Street was full of the eyes of the Empire and the Sain Alliance, and it was even more difficult to escape their surveillance than to ascend to the sky. I didn't deliberately hide anything. Besides, at that time, alchemy, and magic were all the rage, and it was normal to run around the streets with a stove on your back.

Finding a ventilated position by the window, Dai Lan fixed the alchemy furnace and looked at the guy worth ten gold louis with joy.

Although it was a little painful, if the wound elixir could really be refined, the profit would be unimaginable.

"My dear Mr. Dai Lan, this alchemy furnace is simply amazing! From my years of experience, the sealing structure and air pressure control system are perfect. Even in the 21st century, it is a rare design. The admiration of Murray, the butler, came to his head.

When Dai Lan was studying in London, he was in the physics department. I am familiar with the concept of vacuum and air pressure. If you look at it a little, you can see that what Murray said makes sense.

"I hope it's not a vase that doesn't serve any purpose."

He was already familiar with the equations in the "Selected Tang Poems", and Dai Lan still checked every detail very carefully.

The composition ratio of medicinal materials, temperature, and humidity should not be bad.

Only then did Dai Lan understand that the real alchemy or pharmacy was definitely not what was written in fantasy novels, and it was enough to use internal strength and then throw the medicinal materials into the furnace.

Alchemy is definitely a science!

Dai Lan spread out Hebo grass, notoginseng and bitter ginger, as well as several auxiliary materials such as red dates and olives, on the table, and according to the records of the equation, each selected enough portions to be mixed together. At the same time, water and brown sugar are prepared.

As for brown sugar, it's definitely a gift from God. It can not only increase the sweet taste of the drug, but more importantly, as a binder, organically combine several medicinal materials together to ensure that the ingredients will not be separated in the process of purification.

With all the preparations done, it's time to start refining the herbs.

Lock the door and open a small gap in the window to ensure sufficient air pressure. Dai Lan carefully lit a fire under the stove.

The glow of the fire gradually heated up the entire furnace.

Presumably, Uncle Signori added some heat-sensitive materials, and as the temperature rises, the temperature display part of the furnace begins to change color. The reddish color gradually deepens from the beginning, and finally stabilizes in the blue area.

Dai Lan sniffed it closely, and there was a slightly pungent smell. He could tell if it contained iodine.

"Murray. Housekeeper, can you analyze the composition of the temperature display material? ”

The mind felt warm, Murray used the frequency resonance method to start the analysis, and it took a long time to say: "This material can show different colors at different temperatures, which is the same as the color-changing mug we are familiar with." According to my detection, this material contains iodine and mercury. From this point of view, it should be the heat-sensitive material silver tetraiodohyl mercury that we later said. ”

Dai Lan nodded, his estimate was basically in line with Murray's. Suddenly exclaimed: "At this time, you will know the silver tetraiodohyl mercury acid?" The medieval people had too much knowledge of chemistry, right?! ”

"Probably not, my knight." Murray smiled and explained, "Silver tetraiododoe malgolate is not an uncommon thing in volcanic ash, it is easy to obtain. I don't think people at this time knew the exact chemical formula definition of this material, but they only knew that they had this strange property of changing color with temperature. This is similar to the medicine of your Huaxia Kingdom, and the most important thing is to be able to cure diseases. ”

Dai Lan smiled bitterly and shook his head, this old Scottish man really knows how to make analogies.

According to Murray's memory, when silver tetraiodomal mercury was blue, it was about 260 degrees, which was the refining temperature of the trauma medicine.

Dai Lan opened the inlet of the medicine, fed the medicinal materials and water into the furnace little by little, and opened the pressure valve.

Because there were no modern clocks, Dai Lan used an hourglass on the table to keep time.

Drops of fine sand fell from top to bottom, each drop like a copper toll, knocking down on Dai Lan's heart.

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