In half an afternoon, Kraft dealt with the uncertain treatment plan for David V, and set up an ether extraction device in the backyard of the clinic.

The whole set of fragile items was brought here some time ago in a velvet padded box so that it could be ready to use. The site is still selected for safety reasons, and it is best not to carry out operations with a risk of deflagration in the next room of the ward.

Having learned enough lessons, we can be sure that the most reliable solution is not to perfect the process and improve the technique, but to have a stable table, good ventilation, and a space to shelter if necessary.

So they built a shed in the yard and moved things out to work when needed.

Green watched as Kraft added the green powder he bought from the inkwell to the vessel, heated it red, distilled the pungent gas that bubbled in the water, concentrated it and mixed it with some spirits.

The transparent glassware makes the whole process visible, and the upside-down transparent liquid is finally concentrated into a product that is just enough to make up a small bottle.

There are no chaotic symbols, no ritual movements, no suspicious materials, and in terms of the process, it is cleaner than those people engaged in alchemy, and there are no mysterious elements, soul and body theories involved.

The only thing that can be questioned is probably reliability, which was also answered after Kraft's demonstration of a pneumothorax under general anesthesia.

"Is this true for everyone?" Green picked up the vial and watched the liquid flow on the wall in the light. It was beyond his knowledge, and he would never believe such a thing existed, at least until he saw it with his own eyes.

"No, in fact, the dose is not easy to control, my personal statistics at present, about one or two out of ten people will have mild and severe side effects, and when it is worse, there will be intraoperative awakening, and there will still be feelings, and even movement, which is very bad."

Kraft took the ether bottle from the other man's hand and wrapped it in a black cloth, "Be careful, this thing is not resistant to bright light, and it is not suitable for long-term storage. ”

Green was silent for a while, mainly a little unwillingly, and finally reluctantly overturned the results of a few days' work, "That's right, this is complete medicine, I have to say that you have achieved great things." ”

"I'm glad you can say that, can I understand that this is an official certification from the Inquisition?"

"No, we're not going to take responsibility or vouch for medical issues, that's the Medical Association's business, and I think it's all your guys there." As for the terms of reference, he divided it quite clearly, "I can only guarantee that no one will come to the door for heresy in the future." ”

"Even though there are still a lot of rumors out there that I can cure tuberculosis by touch?"

"As long as you're not spreading it intentionally. Most people don't have the ability to distinguish, and any news will change hands three times and become completely different, you know, they also say that the king's touch can cure tuberculosis, should I go and arrest the king? ”

"Okay." Truth be told, the assault aside, Kraft felt that he should be able to talk to Green, "Now that I've shown the full set of craft, it's your turn." ”

"What?"

"Rubbing, I want to see that thing." The professor held out his hand, as if he were begging for a note.

In all the time he had been in this position, Green had never seen such a request for key evidence, although they did have a verbal agreement before.

"Yes, but," the priest of the Inquisition paused for a moment to think of a more appropriate expression, "you know, that fire, if it is true, if I think, the medical school is not as peaceful as it seems, and there are people who are willing to erase the clues at great cost. ”

"At present, two professors, one lecturer, and several future physicians have been reimbursed on the surface, and since it has begun, it is very simple to add one."

The outstretched hand was not retracted and completely unmoved.

"You are not from the Inquisition. The swordsmanship is not able to solve the dagger that was stabbed in secret, this is not a duel. This is indeed a practical consideration. As a devout member of the Church, he has no partners and offspring, and his place of work is also his residence, but not everyone is like him.

"I think I can." Kraft raised an eyebrow, and if he thought it would make him flinch, he would be very wrong.

"Just for curiosity?" Green looked at him with an incomprehensible look.

"Probably. I think honesty is also a virtue required of the Father, and a devout believer should not do such a thing as repentance. ”

"Hopefully, someone won't regret jumping into the swamp, and the evidence can't be brought out, but can only be viewed in a place where it's kept. If you insist and don't mind visiting the courtroom, then please. Green felt that he had done his duty.

"It's not what I thought it would be."

"What should that look like?"

"Well, the dark dungeon, like a chestnut shell, a barbed bench, an iron coffin, or something."

The guard who had opened the door for them with the key looked at them inexplicably, not quite understanding who the priest had brought back.

"About a hundred years ago, maybe you can see some lynching trials outside the scope of control." Green led them into the room with all sorts of strange objects, "I said that everything will change hands a few times before we can make enough people understand it. ”

Some wild bone artifacts with a natural religious flavor, worship symbols that resemble a religious emblem but are nested with three rings, and horned statues with abominable faces. Kraft thought his grandfather would love it, and any one he picked was full of mystery.

"There are even pagan religions that are themselves lodged in distorted doctrines, such as the original owner of the three-ringed thing, who tried to convince some farmers that it was a special form of the Father." Brother Varding briefed the slowing visitors on the Inquisition's seizures.

Green, on the other hand, found his target with ease, pulled out a book from the pile of books, and picked out the flattened pages of the parchment, and drew the curtains to let the evening light fall on the table.

"Take advantage of the moment, and don't light an open fire here unless you have to."

"Thank you." Kraft put down the figure of the sheep he was playing with, and went to the table to look down at the old paper.

He saw rubbings described by Green as beehives, the all-black hexagonal images with an indelible appeal to them that were not contemporary, or of any known period.

I can understand the strange feeling when I first saw it. Artifacts from a hundred or even a thousand years ago may occasionally surprise people, but they can always find some common threads, and there is only an indescribable sense of alienation in them, like the maker walking into a fork in the woods, and has no connection with the mainstream timeline ever since.

Two distinct shapes can be recognized. The first is the geometric arcs and rings, which are divided and broken, leading to elongated and splashed lines; The other is a sinuous carving, which resembles a stream of water and a serpentine rushing and intertwining.

The two are sometimes blended and sometimes separated, and in extreme cases, several degrees within a hexagon, are confused.

For those who have seen the body, it is easy to see that this is clearly an imitation of a confused mind, lacking some kind of charm that can convey rich information, and being destroyed by some secondary creations.

It is a molten trace that blurs and cuts off the lines, mimicking the shape of the surface like the softening of wax oil and the melting of glaciers, and the depiction is extremely realistic, unlike the first two, expressing a single and unambiguous meaning:

【Melting】

(End of chapter)