Thanks to Witcham, this friend who is a skilled craftsman is also an extraordinary craftsman. In just three days, a custom-made large pottery bottle with smooth shape and reliable thickness was delivered to the church priest from the "reliable friend".
in the house.
When delivering the finished product, he said there was no need to worry about the other party being a talkative person. The craftsmen themselves are accustomed to keeping their unique skills secret, and industry rules can sometimes be described as strict, with a strong sense of confidentiality.
For the sake of Witcham's repeated assurances of reliable quality, the priest calmly added a large amount of green vitriol powder.
"I haven't seen William in a few days. I've never seen him not come to get the wine himself."
"He needs some time to turn a sentence of news into enough gold coins to last a lifetime, maybe more. So please give him some time."
The main reason why I couldn't come was that the captain was unwilling to get off the ship, but the transaction did take up a lot of time.
After the news was released, William began to meet frequently with intermediaries and peers, seeking matchmaking with acquaintances in the church, and even finding out whether the church had any intention to purchase. The interpersonal relationships and business operation model were difficult for outsiders to understand, so this professional was solely responsible.
There is little room for others to participate other than sharing money.
"We'd better make a finished product while the quarrel is raging over there, so as to make it more credible." Kraft closed the lid of the ceramic container, sealed the filling port, and opened the window of the room.
The glass bottle used by the priest to store wine was temporarily borrowed, and a square piece of wood was placed underneath to raise the height to ensure that the curved neck of the pottery could be inserted into the bottom of the bottle.
It's a pity that there is no duct, so let's make do with it. The excess gas will be discharged directly out of the window. Anyway, no one will come to him for hundreds of years to discuss the impact of acidic gases on the atmospheric environment and rainfall.
Of course, correspondingly, there are also teammates whose concepts of experimental safety are hundreds of years behind.
Heating such a large clay pot to hundreds of degrees Celsius is not something that two candles can do, so they moved a small stove. Witcham's ability is temporarily unable to make a thermometer, and carbon is added based on the operator's feeling.
, whether the temperature is high or low depends on fate.
"Before we begin, I want to reiterate one last time, if anything is wrong..."
"Run! Right?"
"That's right. What if it comes into contact with the liquid in the bottle?"
"Wipe dry, and then rinse with a large basin of water at the door?" After two days of repeated indoctrination, Father Adrian was basically able to give Kraft the answer he wanted without hesitation.
"Very good." Kraft nodded and lit the fire. Based on past experience, no matter how well you memorize theory, there is a high chance that it will fail in actual combat, especially when something unexpected happens and threatens your life. Let alone wrong operations.
, it’s normal to be stunned on the spot, I hope the priest can react by then.
The charcoal burned, tongues of flame licked the bottom of the bottle, and the room became quiet.
The two of them brought stools and sat down side by side, watching the bottom of the bottle that was heating up. There was nothing to do for the time being, just wait.
This will not be a too fast process. After sitting for a while, the priest became a little anxious. Compared with the rapid alcohol distillation, facing a large pottery bottle that cannot observe any reaction is like downloading without seeing the progress bar.
It makes people feel boring and suspicious.
He couldn't believe that the answer was that simple. If you put a not too common or not too rare ore into a bottle and heat it, the water could be turned into a magical alchemical potion that can corrode iron.
After a long time, a few warm bubbles emerged from the tube inserted at the bottom of the glass bottle. The priest looked at Kraft in surprise. The latter shook his head and added a fire to the stove.
It shouldn't be that fast, it's just the air that expands and escapes, but at least it shows that the airtightness of the device is good.
When the priest began to worry about whether the pottery bottle could withstand higher temperatures, a new wave of bubbles began to emit from the retort mouth, and it took a while for them to change from intermittent to stable.
The afternoon sun shines through the arched flower window and shines on the square table that had a black spot just burned two days ago. In the wine bottle that the glassmaker saved materials for a good wine friend to make, lines of translucent bubbles like strings of beads sway upward.
They gradually shrink as they rise, part of them melting into the water, and part of them being released into the air.
There was an unpleasant pungent smell, most of which drifted out of the window, and the rest diffused in the room, making people think of burning, rotting eggs and other negative things.
"It really stinks." The priest flapped his sleeve in front of his mouth and nose, but he still couldn't get rid of the smell. Perhaps this is why many people don't like the alchemist very much.
"Leave it for a while." The smell was much worse than Kraft had imagined, and inhaling it too much was harmful to health.
He pulled Adrian and stood up to leave, and went downstairs to try a few of the priest's new alcohol substitutes - various dried fruit snacks. These small things allowed an alcoholic to temporarily take his attention away from the bottle, and also
Make your belly fatter.
When I returned to the room on the second floor, almost half full, the last few bubbles came out of the pottery.
Dip a little of it into a glass rod also sponsored by Witcham, and drop it on a piece of iron in the workshop. You will get a dangerous sizzling sound and acidic bubbles from the gas.
Adrian held up the piece of iron, piously like holding a parchment scroll, "God bless you, you did it... you did it!"
This is really a bit heavy, at least the weight of a main hall of a church.
"It seems to be right." Kraft put on gloves and carefully removed the glass bottle. Although the smoke had not yet reached the concentration, he did not want to gamble to see how strong it was. "But it's not over yet, it will get thicker.
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Next is heating, and the glass retort blows out long white water vapor. After the volume shrinks, the carbonized green vitriol product is added again until the liquid takes on an oil-like form.
The priest watched Kraft's operation from the side, and the latter had already put on the beak mask to prevent his face from being accidentally sprayed by acid mist.
"Did you find detailed instructions, or did you dig out the process directly from the alchemist's head?" Looking at this extremely purposeful operation, unless the alchemist likes to write down all the precious knowledge word for word
Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve this level.
But as far as the priest knows, in order to preserve knowledge, those guys write things more obscurely than the pagans. After all, pagans still need to preach, and they have to be understood by the believers, but alchemists have no such need. They built pure Riddlers
Language barriers can compete with prophets and astrologers.
"No, but I think so. Can you pray for me?" Kraft used the tongs to remove the fixed bottle, wiped the surface, and unexpectedly made a request he had never made before.
"Well, the Lord bless you, your blessed hands will never burn, and your blessed vessels will never crack."
"It's a bit perfunctory." Cover the bottle with a glass stopper and add a drop of wax to seal it. At this point, William and the priest have achieved their goal.
And Kraft's goal is only halfway accomplished.
"Do you have any other requests?" Adrian, who was in a good mood, took the glass bottle and put it in the hay-bedded box to improve the appearance.
Anyway, praying for free is just a few words. Considering that he is about to achieve financial freedom in the second half of his life, he can still say a few more words without violating his faith.
Kraft opened the wooden box he had brought and took out from the stuffed cloth a few pieces of glass equipment that the priest had never seen before. They looked very delicate and fragile. Although the material used was still cloudy glass, it was still shaped.
It’s accurate, it’s immediately obvious that it was made by Witcham.
"The next things can't stand the strong light." He moved the table away from the window, moved it to the other side of the room, and began to assemble the equipment.
"Now, I hope there won't be an explosion here."
"May I ask, Kraft, what do you want to do?" There was a reason for his words. The priest had a bad premonition, and the place where he was burned by the glass began to feel dull pain again.
"Create something that can make people drunk instantly." After assembling the instrument, Kraft found the smallest wine bottle from the cabinet. This is the work that the priest has spent the most time on recently but his least favorite.
The flavor of the wine has been lost and it is really difficult to appreciate it. "Borrow me half a bottle of wine. You can't drink it now, right?"
Under the frightened gaze of the priest, fresh green vitriol oil was poured into the round-bottomed bottle, and the wine was added to a long-tailed funnel with an exquisite knob structure, and inserted into the bottle through the stopper.
Well, assuming everything is correct, the general operation now should be to add the alcohol to the flask drop by drop and heat it to a suitable temperature.
At this time, "a suitable temperature" is really required. It cannot be too high or too low. It is stuck at about 130 to 40. This can be found from the memory pile. The problem is that there is no thermometer. This temperature
It would be very metaphysical.
Forgive him that Kraft doesn't know the principles well. He didn't take a few experimental classes in middle school chemistry. Artificial temperature control is too difficult for him.
"I'm just kidding, I need you to do another thing for me more than praying, to control the heat."
Let the professional people do the professional work. Here is a temperature control wizard who does not use a water bath and has used hand-controlled candles to heat and distill alcohol for several years.
Yes, I'm talking about you, Father Adrian.
As we all know, on the otherworldly soul side, some people have long claimed that handmade iron pots have souls and can stir-fry dishes with souls. Soul Eaters praise this primitive, low-efficiency, empiricist operation, and are convinced that it can play an electronic role
Subtle special effects that cannot be achieved by control instruments.
Although Kraft is not very cold about it most of the time, he will also admit that some people in the world can achieve effects in specific aspects that cannot be achieved by machines after repeated training. When there is nothing to do, he is willing to give it a try, for the time being.
Deal with it.
In the past, there was craftsman spirit in hand-made products with soul. Today, Father Adrian manually heats them. He pours ice water into the neck of the gas bottle to condense by hand. Can't some ether be used for such soulful craftsmanship?
"It's like this. It should probably be higher than the boiling temperature of water, not too high, just enough to produce a colorless liquid."
"you sure?"
"I'm sure." Kraft looked at Adrian expectantly. He was just a step away from the doorstep, and there was a vast sea and sky. Several large books were waiting for the master of craftsmanship to create miracles, so that he could bridge the distance of hundreds of years in one step.