Phil's laboratory is located at the front of the second deck, while the captain's cabin occupies the aft building on the first floor.

In other words, his decision had a serious consequence: a stench-filled scar of decay was formed at a distance of nearly 100 meters between the Silent Reaper's captain's chamber and the laboratory, including the stairs. Every drop of liquid spilled from the rotten fish bucket conscientiously emitted its own breath, and even a sudden storm at night could not be washed away.

Art had planned to spend the whole night learning the basic spells of the entrance exam from Shut Up, but under the influence of this smell, he didn't even eat dinner, returned the parrot to Luca, and left.

"Can you give me to him now?" Shut up with strips of cloth wrapped around his nose, apparently under the pressure of his sense of smell.

"No, I can't. Lukka obviously wouldn't agree, "Bear with me, I'm too tired today, rest for the night, and I'll fix the smell tomorrow." ”

That night, although the crew was hungry, no one except Nora could eat a bite of dinner, and even the fire elves ate half as much as usual. The only one who was not affected was Covey, who was wearing the body of a half-giant, who solved most of the meals, and after eating, he still hiccuped and laughed in Phil's laboratory to help.

Before dawn the next day, the crew rushed into the captain's quarters, each with a scarf to keep out the stench, and with a distorted expression on his face, Lukka almost thought that he had been kidnapped by a group of masked robbers.

"Hurry up and think of a way!" Ollie wrapped her whole head under a woollen scarf, in such weather, she was already sweating, but the lesser of two evils, it was better to be hot than smelly.

Lukka was in full view, dressed and washed in the sea breeze - the door to the captain's room had not yet been repaired, and Daniel refused to make any adjustments to the hull until the smell wore off.

"If it is repaired now, the smell seeps into the wood and is sealed, so why don't you have to tear it down again?" he said.

Lukka pondered the rancid marks on the deck all morning. This by-product of necromancy appears to be just a few drops of slime, but it does not evaporate and dry, nor does it decompose over time, and even if it is wiped off the deck, the stench will remain in those places where it is touched, and the only result is that it has succeeded in contaminating several more rags.

Even so, Lukka finally found a solution before noon, he called all the crew members, except for Cove, who was not afraid of smell, and Phil, who was busy in the laboratory, and cast a bubble spell on everyone's head, and then created a bunch of enchanted glass blocks of the same spell, and each person divided a few pieces.

"It's valid for six hours, and I feel that I smell it again, so I'll use a piece myself. Luca said.

"That's enough air for six hours?" Dolan the Wood Spirit hadn't experienced this spell before.

"It's not a simple compressed bubble, it's a spell that connects the inside of the bubble to the air on the surface of the sea five nautical miles away, so you think there's a ventilation pump in the distance, and it's always delivering fresh air. Luca explained.

"That's not going to work!" Dolan was a little anxious, "I don't breathe through my mouth and nose, there are air holes on every leaf, what's the use of covering my head?"

Lukka relented and added a large bubble to his body, which would make Dolan stumble a little when he walked, but it was better than absorbing the stench from the leaf and then emitting it for a long time.

Nora suddenly asked, "But even if we have this, we don't feel that it stinks, what about the food?"

This is a serious problem, and even if the kitchen and dining room are not on this foul-smelling road and are not polluted, they will inevitably bring in some odors as people come in and out. When you make it and bring it to your mouth, you may even get the flavor in the bubbles on your head.

Lukka thought for a moment, walked over to the kitchen, and cast a giant bubble that enveloped the entire kitchen.

"No one should go in until the stinky fish crisis is resolved, I will cook with the hands of a mage, and you will immediately put the food in the bubbles on your head when you get it, so that the food does not come into contact with the air outside. Lukka drew a "no entry" cordon at the kitchen door.

"You can't let everyone carry this thing all the time, can you?" asked Shut Up, with a small bubble on its head.

"Of course not, but Arte made it clear that if you want to defuse the effects of necromancy, you either need to absorb extra life force or use alchemical potions. "It's obviously not feasible to absorb the extra life force, and even if you use fish, you can still create the same amount of rotten fish." ”

"And all our hopes are pinned on Phil's potions?" asked Ollie.

"That's right!" Lukka nodded. He had no doubts about Phil's alchemy level at all, with the materials in hand and the preparation of potions with qualified efficacy, it was not difficult for Phil who had studied the way of alchemy for more than thirty years, not to mention that there was now a god of wealth to help him.

His trust proved to be very justified, and it took less than two days for Phil to come up with the initial version of the potion. Although this yellowish liquid did not completely heal the pus on the rotten fish, it did a good job of neutralizing the mucus spilled on the deck.

After removing the slime, Phil diluted the potion in clean water and sprayed it on every corner of the ship, so that the crew of the Silent Reaper could finally breathe normal air.

After a night's rest, Lukka walked into Phil's lab, still with bubbles on his head, as the cabin was now the only place on the entire ship that still smelled.

"How's the fish doing?" he asked.

"It's not going very well," said Phil, who was obviously sleep-deprived, rubbing his bloodshot eyes, "Those pustules are strange in themselves, you know, creatures like fish, even if they are sick, they shouldn't grow pustules, and it's not easy to get rid of these things." ”

"Not easy, meaning you've got this done?" Lukka knew very well the way Phil spoke.

"The pustule is gone, but ...... See for yourself. Phil pointed to the counter next to the wall, where a fish lay for experimentation, and the rest was temporarily placed in a bucket with a lid to avoid recontamination.

Lukka walked over to take a look, and the pimples on the fish's body were gone, but in the place where it had been affected by necromancy, there was a large hole, and there were neither fish scales nor new flesh, from which the wriggling internal organs and blood flowing in the veins could be directly seen.