Monkeys don’t give birth to little monkeys?

Necromancers looked at each other. The conscience of heaven and earth, they just care about death, no matter how alive they live; they just keep the necromancers and not let them rot, and they don’t let them die if they keep the living animals.

I really need animals, or, buy them on the market;

Or, assign some servants—there are only servants, just raise them at will and keep them alive for a while, anyway, they will be slaughtered;

Or, when you encounter a more difficult monster to raise, you should buy it on the market. Anyway, the magic system often opens the space door, and occasionally you can get some strange monsters coming;

The change-based practice of self-deformation requires observing various monsters and alchemy, and various materials. They have a great demand for physical monsters and have accumulated a lot of experience in raising monsters...

But now, there are no people who are good at raising animals here, the priest of the God of Nature?

The priest will not come!

Without believers and people who need care, pastors are all water without source and trees without roots.

Whether the priests of the God of Nature or other priests, they usually only follow the pioneering group and live among groups of immigrants to take care of their hearts and bodies.

Let them come to the land of eagle, where there are few adventurers, just to raise monkeys? Sorry, the Black Crow Swamp and the Natural Pastor have always been disgusted with each other, and they don’t have such great face...

Unless Master Nordmark spoke, the problem is that Gret calculated his research progress and fooled him from thousands of miles away, and walked on the road for half a year.

When people arrived, the monkey had not yet raised a generation, Grett's yellow fever vaccine was completed, and he patted his butt and left...

Isn’t this harmful?

"Let me figure out your own way!" The roar of Master Jennings sounded:

"Ask the local natives! What season do monkeys give birth to little monkeys? What should I eat for them! Why not give birth to them!"

With a command, someone naturally got out and asked quickly. Fortunately, the local ritual of sacrifice to the gods will also catch monsters, powerful beasts, soldiers from the Eagle Kingdom, and the jungle natives in the prisoners of war, have a few understandings:

"What season do monkeys give birth to little monkeys? They are born in all seasons! They can give birth twice a year! As long as you don't have to worry about food, they will give birth!"

"What are you giving them food? What are you giving them food? Corn, pumpkin, fruit, meat? Enough enough! They can't eat so well... I'm really afraid that they won't eat enough, so I put two live rabbits in and let them tear them to eat it themselves?"

"Why not give birth?...I think if I was locked in a cage and couldn't jump on the trees, and I wouldn't see the sky all year round, I wouldn't want to give birth..."

It makes sense. Necromancers looked at each other:

"If I were locked up like this, I wouldn't want to have a child..."

"Not only do I don't want to have children, I don't want to get married... I don't even want to find a girl... I'm covered in corpses every day, what kind of girl I'm looking for?"

"Is this why we don't have girls? It's rare that there is a female necromancer who is more determined than us and does not want to find a man at all..."

The necromancers hugged their heads and cried bitterly. After they finished crying, they still had to do their work:

"Otherwise, let's get some flowers and plants in their cages to make them feel better?"

"Make the cages bigger so that they can hang on the cage and sway around, and one cage contains a male monkey and a few female monkeys?"

"Give them something to play with, like throwing two balls in?"

"Or... we won't let the skeleton soldiers come in and deliver food, but we will deliver it in person?"

The necromancers divided the monkeys into several groups and practiced them separately. After changing to a larger cage and adding some flowers and plants, the monkeys seemed to have indeed relaxed...

The problem is that as soon as people enter, whether they are delivering food, shoveling poop or measuring the monkey's body temperature, the monkey will immediately start screaming and running around. If they can't run away, they will attack, and if they can't attack, they will start to self-harm...

"Sosure technique! Soosure technique! Soosure technique!"

"Shake animals! Dominate animals!"

"I just said no! Monkeys were afraid to see the skeleton soldiers. When they saw us wearing a heavy rubber suit, they were clumsy and not even exposed their eyes, wouldn't they be afraid?"

"But they are even afraid of invisible servants! - If invisible servants cannot work, who will send them food and shovel their poop?"

Necromancers argue, quarrel, attack each other, screaming loudly, and quarrel like a group of monkeys. Master Jennings watched coldly, and was really impatient to watch, and shouted angrily:

"What are you talking nonsense? You are magicians! Let's solve the problem of magic with magic! - Go and dig out the "Pink Book"!"

“…”

“…”

The fertility rate of magicians has always been a concern for the Council. Magicians with low levels are under heavy pressure and refuse to give birth; magicians with high levels are old and cannot give birth.

Not to mention, some types of magicians are naturally very difficult to find a partner...

Therefore, although the Parliament has always adhered to the principle that "knowledge is valuable" and "any knowledge has to come at a price", this pink brochure has always been distributed at a low price. It is just as short as it is written naked on the cover:

Please marry, please give birth to you... The descendants of magicians have much greater chance of becoming magicians than ordinary people, so don't waste it!

Even so, what should be found is still not found, what should be used is still not used. So many necromancers have been rummaging for a long time before they can find a wrinkled pink booklet from the corner under the box...

"I didn't expect that I, a necromancer, would have used pink booklets for a day..."

"It's not used to benefit oneself, but to monkeys... It's a sad story..."

"I haven't learned this spell! Give me some time to learn..."

"Damn it! Don't stand within the spell range! Go away!!!"

After all kinds of chickens and monkeys jumped, the female monkeys raised by the Institute of Animal Research finally had a group of probably... maybe... maybe they were pregnant with little monkeys:

They no longer allow male monkeys to approach and attack male monkeys; they have a tendency to protect themselves; several magicians have studied for a while and have clumsily detected the breath of life, as if, perhaps, there is a little bit?

The necromancers breathed a sigh of relief and began to look at each other again:

"If these little monkeys are born and raised in a clean environment, how many generations can they meet the requirements, then... how many years do we have to raise monkeys?"

"I don't know... how long will it take for the mother monkey to be pregnant? How long will it take for the little monkey to grow up and be able to give birth to a new monkey?"

"We were sent to raise monkeys, so we were cheated, right?"

"Or, let's consider what magic can kill the bacteria on monkeys and meet the requirements of Master Nordmark? I don't want to be trapped here, three years and three years, three years and three years..."

Grett didn't consider whether the necromancers were cheated or whether he cheated people. Anyway, monkeys always have to be raised. If they don't raise them today, they have to be raised tomorrow;

Making drugs, making vaccines, making all kinds of things, the demand for monkeys is always endless;

If this group of necromancers does not want to be raised, just wait for their colleagues from the Plague Branch to take over;

Now, what he needs to consider is: How to use the virus at hand to make a vaccine?

"Ah-I don't want to be trapped here for ten or twenty years~~~"

Gret's eyes were empty, the man fell backwards, and his limbs were spread flat.

Carlos, with more than a dozen necromancers, relied on his experience in cowpox research and development, and had clear technical route guidance, and it took several years to make it.

Now, he is alone, with two or three necromancers (most of them are raising animals), and an unfamiliar technical route. How long will it take to make a yellow fever vaccine?

How to isolate the virus? Grett doesn’t know anything except “centrifuge” and “filter”;

How to preserve the virus? What is it stored in? Blood? Culture medium? Normal saline? What formula, how much temperature? How long can it be stored?

Gret has no idea.

How can viruses make it proliferate? In which organisms - except monkeys and humans - can continue to proliferate, maintain activity and infectiousness, and at the same time weaken toxicity?

Gret, Gret doesn't know at all...

"Forget it, let's start with mice and rabbits... These two are relatively simple... The main thing is that there are a large number of animals, kill one and catch another one..."

Gret sighed heavily. He covered his forehead and turned his mind three or four times, seven or eight times, and began to issue orders:

"Linn, you took Skeleton No. 1 to Skeleton No. 4 to inject serum into the mice... I have marked all the mice injected with which serum, so please make sure to keep a record..."

"Mr. Valencimo, you take Skeleton No. 5 to No. 8 to inject the rabbit...the same is true..."

"Master Hines, please take a look at the rats in Room 3 and the rabbits in Room 13. Which rats and rabbits have milder symptoms? Please mark them out and I'll go and see them again..."

"What about you?"

"I'll use disease surgery to infect experimental animals... one more technical route, one more possibility..."

Several people scattered and went to work separately. Serera jumped over excitedly:

"Where are me and me? Gret, I can help too!"

Gret sighed, covered his face, pressed Serera's shoulder, and pushed her 180 degrees. Pushed one step, the Silver Dragon Girl took a step forward; push two steps, and walked two steps forward:

"Serilla, don't be here... You are here. If the virus mutates, this project will be over... Be good, go out and play..."

"Is the virus mutated bad? Don't you need virus mutation?"

"The problem is that the variations caused by the dragon's breath have always changed from weak to strong, not from strong to weak..."

God bless you, among so many viruses, you must pick out one of the weaker ones and iterate them again and again! If you mutate into the strong every time, then he will not live!

Maybe... I should think of other ways... so many magic, magic, and the power snatched from the diseased girl can always be used to detour...

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