【Sour】

In the Norse language, the nature of "acid" is cognate with "sourness", and can also be used to refer to something that is partially corrosive. The gang of people who make drugs in school like to use it like this, just like the alchemical equivalent of early chemistry, I don't know who borrowed from whom.

At present, there is no very strict definition standard, and anything that smells sour or tastes sour can be called so-and-so sour. If the discoverer does not have time to name it, the representative paragraph of the person's name is taken by default.

But this acid has no name, and after the maker made it, he accidentally discovered a use for glass making, and immediately put it into use, making a large number of crafts and alchemical instruments.

At its peak, it was chosen by the Church of Comfort as the building material for the wings of the emblem because of its extremely delicate effect, and the largest and most perfect glass work in the whole Norse kingdom was born.

On the day it was built, an exception was made to remove the cover at night, and the glorious wings did not resemble things in the world. Some people even mistakenly think that the Heavenly Father has appeared and worship him directly in the square to repent of their deepest sins.

It all ended here, and just when everyone thought that the hero of this miracle would have a resounding name, the supply of the alchemical potion that should have been named Acid was suddenly cut off.

When the church was built, most of the production was bought out, and the rest of the stock was quickly snapped up in the market, producing the last batch of glass products that were sold for sky-high prices. A handful of them are kept in the hands of various alchemists who are eager to make a fortune, trying to decipher its secrets, and waiting until they are exhausted to no avail.

The inventor who made a lot of money from the secret formula disappeared from the world, and he didn't have time to choose a name for his work, nor did he leave his name.

Some people say that he has made enough money and is afraid of being targeted, so he is incognito; There is also speculation that the Church sent the inventor to build a church for the Father in order to ensure the uniqueness of the emblem.

There are various theories, but none of them can change the fact that it is currently impossible to produce "what kind of acid". The only remaining samples, which are no longer enough to make new objects, have been left in the hands of a few well-intentioned people, and they have almost been forgotten.

"That's it, see for yourself. Or a little bit that I kept secretly. ”

The man with short beard and short hair uncorked the glass bottle, took a big sip from his mouth, and indulged in the aftertaste of alcohol, "It's rare that Adrian is so generous, I haven't seen the whole bottle brought to me before." ”

An inconspicuous, dirty, thick glass vial was pushed in front of the visitor and slid on the greasy tabletop, barely rolling to the floor.

Kraft was quick-eyed, and reached out to block his way, not letting it be the company of the scattered people on the ground. The frosted bottle has a pale liquid shadow swaying, some of which are slightly hanging on the wall, and the mouth of the bottle is sealed with a rare glass stopper, which is sealed with wax.

It's hard to believe that there is a scarce alchemy potion inside, not just a broken bottle of water to fool them.

The priest shrugged his shoulders and motioned to Kraft not to be surprised, as this man did every day. They had already talked to Witcham yesterday, and the gift was a high-grade liquor made by the new distillation method, and they wanted the somewhat decadent-looking glazier to get back to work and set fire to the furnace that had been neglected for days.

It seems that the purpose of this trip is a bit difficult. They walked into the workshop on glass that had not been cleaned for a long time and had been trampled to pieces, and glassware of different sizes were randomly placed in the room.

They vary in shape, most columnar, round-bellied bottle-shaped, followed by plates, basins, and the most broken plate glass.

Most of it was not finished, and after being taken out of the furnace and blown into shape, there was no further processing, and a bottle was scribbled out and set aside. The flat glass is also not painted, and the flocculent impurities in the monotonous background are deposited, and the slightly clean part after breaking is singled out for comparison.

There are a lot of long fusiform pieces piled up in the corners of the wall, making a feather image that looks like the wings of the Holy Emblem, and the handiwork is not bad, but the transparency is not at all a level.

All kinds of glass were covered in dust, including the glass bottle that Kraft had just gotten his hands on, thick enough to scratch a handprint on it.

According to the priest, Witcham and he were good drinking friends when the church glass was still being made, and the distilled glass bottle was a product of that time. The glazier has put his passion and talent into new materials, making wings and pulling out long and firm bottlenecks.

The suspension of alchemical potions hit him hard, and the house was filled with an air of decadence that was no different from the rest of the port area. With no goal and no hope, after repeated attempts, he came to the conclusion that he could not solve the problem through a breakthrough in technology.

"It's useless to keep it, it's not enough for a small glass, and it's not bad if you can give me more wine." He blended in nicely with the atmosphere of the port, using alcohol to forget about the frustration outside, but never going to church again, because he couldn't avoid the pinnacle of his work.

Even Father Adrian couldn't stand his appearance anymore, moved the chair to his side, and comforted him with his unfamiliar business ability: "There is no need to force what fate is unwilling to give, maybe it is just that the gods feel that it has completed its mission and has taken back the right of mortals to cast crystals."

It didn't work out well, and Witcham muttered "stingy" under his mouth. Considering that he would have to ask him to be a distiller later, the priest did not care about his slander of the Heavenly Father to his face, nor did he think that he could change his mind in a few words, so he quietly watched him drink and have a good time.

Kraft scratches open the wax seal and finds a complete set of glass stoppers, which is a lot more effort than a wooden cork. If it's not boring, then it's necessary?

He took out a small piece of burlap from his pocket, used it to wipe his hands first, wrapped the cork and lifted it carefully, and a belated reminder came from the other side: "Don't touch it." Now that it's not as thick, it's still easy to burn your hands. Don't believe this try. ”

Witcham pulled out a small clanderly tin from the cupboard and handed it to Kraft, several burned, corrosive-like scars tugging at the skin on the back of his hand, but fortunately it didn't affect the movement of his palms.

A few drops of liquid were poured onto the iron sheets, and bubbles hissed in the new pit, "You said it was thicker?" ”

"Yes, the wood chips that it was able to scorch in the first place are no longer visible."

Kraft's eyes widened, he didn't think about the regret of being able to make up for his chemistry class in middle school here, "Incredible, I thought it was ......"

In the eyes of someone who doesn't know much about chemical formulas, it would be thought that this thing could not exist in this era, at least a few hundred years later, until the alchemists came up with a new method.

Sulfuric acid is also concentrated sulfuric acid that was once high enough to carbonize wood. A certain passage that was still far away in the original plan has been opened at a critical point.

If he remembered his little knowledge of chemistry – and could not be mistaken – the dehydrating properties of concentrated sulphuric acid, mixed with alcohol, and heated at the right temperature, would produce the same coveted substance, the earliest widely used surgical anesthetic.

【Ether】

"Where can I find more?"

"No, that's all. The group of waste alchemists still haven't figured it out, and they've wasted all the remaining inventory. Witcham retracted his chair with the bottle, "If you want to find out where it came from, I can provide you with free information, as long as you find it and sell me some." ”

"There's a guy who's been with the inventor before, and I know where he lives."

"Pull it down, since he fell, his life has been taken care of by his daughter, and it is no different from death." The priest poured a basin of cold water on him, which he had heard many times, first from the alchemist with whom he was drinking.

He has seen a lot of strange illnesses, such as the sudden loss of some or all control of the body, or when he was not kicked out of the confessional, when he was invited to exorcise evil spirits, he has never seen a time when he will get better.

This man was no exception, and the searchers who had called for a doctor to come to the door gave up one by one, except for his daughter, who was still struggling at the last end, but it didn't make much sense.

With a sigh, Adrian suddenly found a blind spot, isn't there a good doctor here?

"I think you can try it."