By the time Witcham had made a fourth set of glass instruments, William had found the great injustice that had given the most money, and the sailors had spent all their money at the place of service; The overly intense sound and light effects here have finally taken off.

"Slow down, slow down." Kraft pressed the priest's hand, moving the flames farther away from the crystal clear bottle. The latest batch of white glass has been used for the instrument, giving them a clearer view of the inner workings.

The heating prop was also replaced with an alcohol lamp, although the flame was not ideal due to the cotton core material, and it was much better than a candle.

Thanks to the reproduction of alum oil and the high rate of experimental attrition, the instrument was upgraded for three generations in two weeks, from a special-shaped turbidity glass curved neck flask to a white glass three-neck flask with a catheter.

The glass craftsmen who have served the church make the conduit by hand, and under the projection of the rose window of the church, the senior priest who has served the Lord for more than ten years has blessed and opened the light, and the metaphysical elements are full.

Supplemented by someone's three-legged cat middle school chemistry knowledge guidance, a total of a total of several times of operating experience, proved that metaphysics is not worth half of the copper plate in the face of objective practice.

Relying on grinding time, finding a feel, and a little luck plus the probability of a few times piling up, this early amateur lab temporarily said goodbye to the explosion and found a clever balance.

A very small amount of light, clear liquid accumulates in a translucent, dark glass bottle.

"Take it away a little, the outer flame is still on the bottom of the bottle, and the temperature is the highest in that circle." While controlling the cold water poured over the conduit, Kraft instructed the priest to adjust the flames.

Adrian steadied his aching arm and moved the lamp down a finger height.

In the past few days, I have found some patterns in the failure, and what this Kraft asks for is not like alcohol, and the temperature of the distilled spirit is too high, and the product is less and more distilled several times.

He was vaguely aware that when the temperature was too high, the bottle would form another formless and insubstantial product, most likely related to the previous two explosions.

And if the temperature is too low, as long as it is not too low, it can still produce that liquid at a speed that is too slow to observe.

In other words, the temperature is rather low than low. The best idea is to heat up as slowly as possible, lengthen the heating process, and consciously reduce the heating when there is a significant output, so that the temperature hovers in that mysterious range and a little lower.

The idea is correct, but the actual operation is very problematic. Adrian would directly distance himself and heat a portion of the flame, and the temperature in his perception was inversely proportional to the distance of the wick from the bottom of the bottle.

So the truth is that he has been heating with an inner flame, and when he wants to cool down, he changes to an outer flame to heat.

"Pull away, pull away!"

It was only after the second explosion that Kraft discovered this during their discussion, correcting the classic counterintuitive error.

The priest decided to accept this suggestion, but in the midst of his frustration he would rebel, and this was where the third explosion came from.

Under Kraft's careful watch, the hard work of the past few days finally bore fruit. Although the fruit is still green, and I'm not sure if it's the one I want.

A small slice of liquid rippled at the bottom of the bottle, and he quickly pressed the cork to block the alcohol lamp that the priest had come to illuminate.

"Is that it?"

"That's it...... Right? "When I went to school in the soul of another world, the only occasion I could see ether was basically the magical handkerchief in the film and television drama, which fell down as soon as I was blindfolded.

In the operating room, various new and safer anesthesia methods have long replaced this substance, and anesthesiologists will no longer be accidentally interrupted by patients such as low blood pressure, respiratory depression, airway obstruction, or even an electric knife explosion while playing with their mobile phones.

So in fact, Kraft only remembers the description of the trait, and has very limited understanding of the safe dosage and how to use it.

For the sake of rigor, he needs to do a few animal experiments first, find the dosage range, and then slowly extend it to humans after maturity. It will be a long and tortuous process, but the power of sleep has indeed been stolen by man, in this little bottle, in his hand.

The first part of ether.

"I don't know when you're going to be put to use." Kraft flicked the bottle, and the glass made a crisp and pleasant clanging sound. He reluctantly put the bottle in a separate compartment in the cabinet, and the conditions and dark circles under his eyes did not allow him to continue.

The night was dark, and the church not far away was quiet, and the midnight bell had been ringing for a long time.

The lingering nightmares of lately have shown no tendency to dissipate, and Kraft is reminded of diseases characterized by recurrent fevers, latent foci that are like hives producing batches of harmful substances and pathogens, and the symptoms are a sign of its activity.

However, apart from the mental malaise caused by lack of sleep, no physical abnormalities were found.

The symptoms have created a growing sense of urgency, and the number of hours worked has increased rather than decreased. Given that he had no clue about lifting the state, he planned to complete the most important things before possible deterioration.

Kraft turned off the alcohol lamp, and left the laboratory with the priest in the moonlight, heading to the first floor to rest—Adrian slept in the bedroom, while he borrowed the chaise longue in the living room.

This is not self-torture, a position suitable for quick rise gives the soul holding the sword a sense of security.

"Good dreams, Father, and let us witness the miracle again tomorrow morning." Kraft rests his sword on the armrest and says goodnight to his partner.

Adrian pressed against the door, his gaze lingering for a moment on the scabbard and the scarred face.

"I want to say ......"

He wanted to say something about Kraft's current situation. These include a tired and exuberant state of mind, a seemingly never-ending experiment that rejects the approach of others in his sleep, and a topic of private conversation when he goes on a ship to visit an old friend, and entrusts him to keep an eye on Kraft.

"I want to say, you are a doctor, you should be more aware of your physical condition." Adrian felt that there was an unspeakable reason at work. When talking about this, William's rare emotional loss of control is like a broken line afterimage after looking directly at lightning, sticking to his eyes for a long time.

"May the Father protect you in your dreams." The priest formally drew a circle in front of him, closed the door, and did not disturb Kraft any longer.

"Thank you." The man in the recliner nodded to him and closed his eyes quietly. Adrian knew that this was just a façade, and he could always hear strange noises coming from the living room after falling asleep, with few exceptions.

……

……

Kraft opened his eyes and habitually drew his sword from his waist.

The carapace of the humanoid was dumped in the dust, and the spine of the spine replaced the skin to cover the back, canceling the innate physiological curvature and merging into a large curved bend, like a curling insect.

The wrap was spread out on the ground, and the blades, tweezers, and retractors were neatly arranged, as if he had just been about to dissect the thing.

In terms of scenarios, it makes perfect sense. There was no one around, no classmates competing for his place in a circle, and no anatomy teacher who suddenly attacked from behind. The environment is cozy, even too comfortable.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, wondering why he had pulled out such a heavy, blunt instrument, presumably to open the shell.

No, of course it can't be like this, the bureau teacher will kill him. Kraft withdrew his sword and bent down to pick up the scalpel.

The moment he looked away from the dissected specimen, he heard the sound of a hard carapace sliding against the sandy surface.

The rickety corpse stiffened to its feet with its contractures that could not be fully extended, and its sunken and hollow face turned towards the living.

A jagged hole at the edge, leading to the light-devouring interior, a putrefining fluid and a sight-like sense of attention trickling out of the skull. It stood up and walked towards Kraft, the walking corpse moving at a speed that was almost deliberately designed to leave time to think and escape.

The burqa flew over, obscuring the view.

The coat had only a tie at the neckline, and Kraft, who didn't seem to react immediately, untied the knot with his back to his target and threw it out to block the view.

Then draw his sword and pierce it, and the clothes that cover the enemy's façade will disguise his movements, stringing together the fabrics of the creatures he thinks he can do.

It took seven points of force to slam into the hard, cold rock.

Kraft retracted his sword and defended, the environment was dark, and in a violent reaction, the parts that were outside the narrow attention frame were removed like stage sets. The previous step was still in the earth-walled courtyard of the settlement under the moon, and the next step with Jianfeng stepped into the lightless mine cave.

The vibrations are conducted between the rock formations, like thunder rolling in a cumulonimbus cloud. The terrifying power went hand in hand with the sound of the horn, opening the mouthparts of the chelicated valve towards him.

It appears closer than ever, forcing Kraft to escape, using a paranormal way that transcends the notion of space, in the most direct way possible.

He gripped the polyhedron in his sleeve, aware of the tight distance, so close that the time he had left to think was compressed to the limit. Consciousness operates, finds a flaw in the hasty thoughts, and finds the source of the comparison of "closer".

【Dream】

"Damn it, stop!" The mental senses reflexively activated, and before impulsively activating the shuttle with all his might, Kraft stuck the process in time.

The sound of wooden feet dragging on the ground made the old mortise and tenon structure groaning overwhelmed, bodies bouncing off the recliners, swords falling and smashing against the top of their feet. Rapid wheezing and coughing wandered through the meeting room, like the footsteps of a ghost wandering in the middle of the night, suddenly stopped.

The doors and windows were closed, and there was no glimmer of light, and Kraft could accurately feel the scabbard that had slid a few steps out of the floor.

【Spiritual Senses】

For example, a person who wakes up in a weightless dream will subconsciously swing his hands and feet to continue the actions in the dream to reality, and he will also subconsciously open up his spiritual senses.

Kraft seems to find an ambiguous "meaning" in these illogical, nested dreams.

The spread out of the spiritual senses combed through its field, from the foot to part of the space on the second floor, and the material structure information was poured into the consciousness whether useful or not, which is why the spirit could not support it for too long.

He shook his head, "took one last look", ready to shut down to suffer side effects.

At the edge of the sensory realm, the location of the second-floor laboratory, and the unexpected image of a moving object caused Kraft to suspend the closure process. It was two regular, long strips of movable joints, and the rest was blurred out of bounds.

【Legs? 】

The two-legged owner walked around the room lightly, and finally completely entered the realm of the spiritual senses.

The figure stopped in front of the cabinet, this thin and flexible figure could not have been a priest who got up in the middle of the night to steal a drink.

Faced with the cabinets full of bottles and cans, he was obviously very puzzled. As for Father Adrian and Kraft, one is too lazy to care, the other remembers each bottle, and never sticks a label or writes notes.

In desperation, the uninvited guests decided to identify them one by one. Starting with the smallest bottle that was placed separately, I opened the stopper and licked it with my fingers using a contemporary identification method.

It's a little sweet, maybe it's the employer's goal, and then smell it and confirm it.

(End of chapter)