"That's pretty much what happened, I suspect that someone threw the medicine into that well in the salt tide area, and that getting together with people who have taken it within a certain range will worsen the symptoms."

Kraft nestled in his chair, a freshly fractured plank of wood with burrs on it that had not yet had time to be smoothed, and a large charcoal-painted broken circle on one side.

The table was eventually bought, and the boss didn't give a negative answer to the unusually people, especially when the most abnormal nobleman was still carrying a sword.

Looking at the attitude of the boss, this hotel could not be lived, Kraft packed up his small things, hung them on the horse in the stable, and changed to a hotel to stay. Before leaving, I didn't forget to ask the boss to borrow a handsaw to cut off the table and take it away.

Now they sat in the rooms of the new inn, and since there was only one chair, Liston and Lucius could only sit on the edge of the bed.

Lifting the blanket over his body, Kraft moved a little more to the fire, "To-morrow we will go together to the salt tide and guard the well, and tell them that they can't drink any more." ”

"So they're really going to believe and accept going to walk farther distances every day to fetch water?" Liston was skeptical, "And in your current state, will you really be able to go tomorrow?" ”

Kraft had just changed out of his half-dry clothes, rinsed off the salt grains on his body with clean water, and dared to say that he would go to the salt tide area tomorrow, and Liston had serious doubts that he would be able to do it.

"Don't worry, even if I go to the battlefield, I'm the one who can survive a few rounds."

Old Wood didn't want him to go to the battlefield, but he also considered that he couldn't manage him for the rest of his life, and he had the possibility of making contributions in the future, so the training intensity was absolutely not drained, and the physical fitness to trot all the way in a full set of metal armor must be there.

Although this has been privately complained by Kraft that he was preparing to run away after the battlefield is gone, he still basically meets the standards approved by his grandfather.

The reassuring heat from the warm hearth is the most efficient and reliable energy source at the present stage of mankind, the cornerstone of civilization. He could feel his body warming up, his strength gradually recovering, and at least tomorrow morning he would have no problem moving normally.

"As for the question of the well...... I could pay someone to dig a well for them to change places, or even two, and fill up a damn polluted well. ”

Having money is indeed a happy thing, and most problems can be easily solved, even if it is an anomaly, it is also based on material things.

Residents of the Shioshi District have no money to live there and share a well with many people. Then Craft will be able to use the money to solve the effect of the well water, and cut the source directly.

But when it came to money, Kraft remembered one thing, "By the way, as a lecturer, I should be paid, right?" ”

"The first day you noticed this?" Liston showed an expression of looking at the stupid son of the lord's family, and it was the first time in his life that he had seen a person who had worked overtime for two months before he remembered the payment.

Unexpectedly, Kraft thought for a moment and nodded seriously. He usually doesn't spend much, and the most of his expenses are used to buy paper and ink for copying books, and if he hadn't been able to get in and out recently, he really wouldn't have considered this problem.

Subconsciously, he is not an independent individual, but exists as the heir to the family, and all financial resources are in the hands of Old Wood and Anderson.

"Do you need me to tell you about how the academy works?"

"Thanks, but now is not the time." Kraft keenly sniffed a hint of nastyness, the administrative process he disliked the most.

He can understand countless complicated operations, and he has hundreds or thousands of twists and turns on his back, but he can't figure out these strange rules and processes, and his brain hurts when he gets involved in paperwork outside his profession.

"Let's talk about the current situation, Liston's work on your side must also be adjusted. Until we have thoroughly sorted out the mechanism of all occurrences, not a single drop of clarity can be used. ”

Emotionally, Liston had a hard time accepting the decision, "Then we'll be back to where we we're going to be, and we won't be able to do even the cleaning you asked for in some amputations." ”

"We can't bet on how many people will gather to affect each other, and I don't know how to calculate how much to count." Kraft was also helpless about this.

It would be terrible to lose the help of the diluent, but he would be to blame if he allowed an anomaly that would break through the barrier between the present and the deep to spread in Wenden Harbour.

Assuming that it does continue and more people realize the significance of the use of this technology, when Professor Morrison on the Dunling side decides to discover it publicly, the situation will be beyond their control.

No one can resist the temptation of painless surgery, and even if it turns out that not too many people can use it, the result will only be that everyone thinks about using it themselves.

And the little black liquor left in the basement alone, when diluted, is enough to provide conditions for thousands of surgeries, and this number will be a considerable proportion in the entire Wendeng Port, and it is a matter of time before a large-scale reproduction of the events in the salt tide area is made.

"This is so weird, like some kind of epidemic, drinking Chengming is the premise of its contagion, and the gathering of users is the cause of its outbreak?" Liston glared at Lucius, who had an innocent expression, and Kraft hadn't told him about it at the time, "Do we still need to let them disperse?" ”

"It's hard to do, they have nowhere to go. And it shouldn't be needed. "I guess the well water has diluted the agent to the extreme, so much so that it needs to be continuously drunk and aggregated to progress the disease." ”

"Our approach is to break one of the blocks first."

More words were swallowed, and the creatures that wandered in the depths of the invisible, he couldn't explain how he knew, and it didn't make sense to say them except to be treated as hysteria and reduce his credibility.

"I don't have many doubts about that, but there's one thing I need to know." Liston had wanted to ask this question for a long time, "How did Cheng Ming appear in the well in the salt tide area?" ”

Kraft, who had just spoken freely, quickly shut up and made a less convincing gesture of thought, and Lucius next to him shrank back to reduce his presence as much as possible.

The scene became rather awkward, and for Liston, wordlessness was the most powerful answer, more obvious than Lucius's silence.

This basically confirmed his previous guess. Even if Lucius helped to conceal it, Kraft couldn't say it, and he didn't dare to give an inexact object of suspicion, this person could only be Professor Kalman, and at the same time, it was most likely the source of the clarification potion.

"Well, if you wanted to know, you should have gotten him out." Pretending to be confused is a science, and although Liston has not seen some of the classics that are familiar to the souls of the other world, this does not prevent him from learning this skill in long-term social practice.

It's too late to regret it now, this pit has been planted when he participated in that operation, maybe Kraft himself didn't realize it, and no one wants to get rid of it now.

Why would the professor do that? How the hell is this damn motive explained? Liston was so mad that he had to maintain a helpless expression on the surface and pretend to know nothing.

Kraft also knew that his silence was too far-fetched, but fortunately Liston's words gave him a step down, "I really don't have a clue about this, but fortunately it doesn't hinder the next steps, let's do what I can do first." ”

"Do you need to sleep first?"

"No, I've slept enough, let's talk about it tomorrow night." At the mention of sleep, Kraft subconsciously pressed the left side of his waist and touched the hilt of the sword, and the cold, hard, round and blunt texture brought a sense of peace of mind as always.

The good mental state reminded him of a problem, that is, he would have to fall asleep sooner or later, and that being, that soft, wriggling thing, would come to the door and drag him into the depths.

In a way, it's not a bad thing, it's just what he wants.

He already knew the clue to return from the depths, and as a result, the thing in the depths didn't catch him, so wouldn't it be just right to see what was going on in the area corresponding to the salt tide in another level?

A bold idea was born.

Man's desire to die and curiosity are unquenchable, and Kraft pondered for a moment before expressing his thoughts: "I'm going to Elm Street to find a house where I can spend the night." ”

"Is it really necessary?"

"I'm probably going to have to travel back and forth to the salt tide area a lot, so it's necessary to find a place to live nearby, right?"

"Hmm...... That's right. Lucius agreed.

Liston nodded, he felt that there were other reasons for this, everything in Kraft was not normal, but he could come back to explore the specific reasons later, "If there are other things that need help, please don't forget me." ”

"Thanks, that couldn't be better, I've got something to buy." Regardless of whether Liston was polite or not, Kraft was not polite, took off the blanket on his body and went to get a pen and paper, "I have made a list, all of which are easy to find daily necessities." ”

In the back of his mind, Kraft had already begun to conceive a complete strategy. In his fragmentary memories, he was inspired by the dark and damp yet surprisingly consistent with the present world. The preparation here is likely to be replicated exactly at the depths.

"Oil, ignitions?" Liston frowned, "What is this for?" ”

"It will give me a good dream. Think of it as the obsession of an unlucky guy who wakes up in the cold and damp. He was greeted by Kraft's shrug, shaking the draped blanket aside.

He took the paper, and at the bottom he even saw a small boat, the one only one man wide, which was used for transportation in the inshore waters, and some large boats for escape.

"Okay, no problem, tomorrow when you come back from the salt tide area, you will find that these things have been sent to Elm Street."

The paper was folded into small squares and stuffed into a bag, and Liston did not continue to ask questions, showing no resentment about the errand that had apparently broken him apart. There are disorganized procurement items in it, and he can ask someone to complete it.

Anyway, he needs the right reason to go it alone to complete a bold idea.