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Chapter 7 is an alchemist! (4)

"Except for kelp ash, it seems impossible to exist."

Patisipachio thought for a while, then cast his gaze on a wall: "Ippolita, take me to see that Paracelsus."

Ippolita responded, straightened her clothes and stood up. She took Patisipaccio around the mansion several times, and finally came to an inconspicuous room. She took out a large set of keys, and

Pick one and open the door to the room.

There were many discarded clutter piled up in the room, which was covered with dust. There was a slightly damaged bed in the corner of the room. Ippolita cleaned up the clutter and then moved the bed to the cleared space.

There was a cellar opening hidden on the floor exposed after the bed was removed. Ippolita selected another key from the keys and opened the cellar door. Then, she lit a candle in the utility room and took it with her.

Then the Governor went down to the cellar.

The cellar is much larger than expected. After turning a few corners downward, a huge alchemy laboratory appeared in front. All the alchemy equipment that alchemists can think of is available here. The only drawback is the light here.

Not good. Except for the candle in Ippolita's hand that was on, the candlesticks fixed on the walls around the laboratory were now extinguished, which made it difficult for Patisipaccio to see clearly what was going on in the laboratory.

"What about Paracelsus? Doesn't he need lighting?"

"Who knows, maybe he has become a mouse."

Ippolita mocked Paracelsus, and then took the candle and lit the candlesticks around the room. When lighting the last candlestick, she noticed Paracelsus lying in the corner.

"Fat pig, get up quickly."

Ippolita sneered and dropped the hot wax oil on Paracelsus' face. Paracelsus screamed, covered his face and woke up.

Patisipachio squinted his eyes and asked, "Paracelsus, it's daytime, and you're sleeping here?"

While Paracelsus wiped away the candle oil dripping on his face with his clothes, he glared angrily at the maid who poured candle oil on his face: "It's so dark here that you can't tell whether it's day or night."

night!"

Patisipachio snorted: "That does make some sense."

During this time, Ippolita brought him a chair, and Patisipaccio sat on it, causing the chair to squeak. Patisipaccio pressed his body against the chair.

On the back, the chair made another unpleasant sound.

Due to excessive exercise, Patisipaccio's face was sweating a lot. Ippolita took out his handkerchief again and wiped it off for him. Patisipaccio sat on the chair and took a few breaths.

Then he continued: "As for the scandal, although your illegitimate daughter has been temporarily released, the accounts have not yet been purchased and sold. If you cannot make the Ocean Fire on time, I can't guarantee what will happen to her.

!”

"Made on time?" Paracelsus pushed back, "You can't even raise the raw materials for me, how can I prepare the fire of the sea?"

"I heard from Ippolita that the raw materials you asked for are flammable water, suffocating air, and cold fire." At this point, Patisipaccio's voice suddenly became louder, "Water is used to extinguish fire.

How can it burn? With air, how can people suffocate? And fire, how can it be cold? The adjective you used and the noun that follows it are completely contradictory, just like a square circle, a tall one

Dwarfs, like ugly beauties, are completely meaningless! Are you taking us for fools?"

"A wise man knows that he knows nothing, but an ignorant man thinks he knows everything. Fortunately, I have prepared some flammable water and suffocating air myself, which should be able to dispel your doubts."

As he spoke, Paracelsus picked up a cup from the table and shook it towards the governor and the maid. The cup contained a transparent liquid that looked exactly like water from a distance.

"This is the essence I distill from wine. It is the essence that gives wine its power and nature. It is as eternal as the stars. You can try to immerse the flesh in this water, and the flesh will be preserved for a long time and will no longer rot.

——Because it is the water of life.”

Patisipachio glanced at the liquid in the cup suspiciously: "Is this what you call 'flammable water'?"

"Yes." Paracelsus replied, "It is flammable and drinkable like water. Do you want me to take a sip and show you?"

"Let me try it!"

Ippolita took the cup from Paracelsus without any explanation. She tilted the beaker slightly and put the candle on the liquid. There was a "whoosh" and a ball of fire erupted from the cup.

The clear liquid came out and started to burn.

The eyes of Ippolita and Patisipachio seemed to have seen a miracle.

"Although the maid is cruel, I still want to gently remind you that the cup will be burned very quickly. If you don't want to burn your hands, just put the cup down."

Ippolita hurriedly put the cup on the table.

"Originally, if the maid wanted to try it, she should have poured out a little bit." Paracelsus said slowly, "Pour it out now. The whole glass of water of life has been ignited. It is necessary to prepare this large glass again.

It will take a lot of effort, so don’t blame me if the construction period is delayed?"

Ippolita looked at Patisipaccio in a panic. Patisipaccio stared at her and cursed: "Idiot! What are you looking at me doing? Go put out the fire quickly!"

"

Ippolita quickly scooped up a large glass of water and poured it towards the burning cup. Unexpectedly, the flame showed no sign of extinguishing when it touched the water. Ippolita was anxious, grabbed a big bucket and was about to pour it there.

He threw himself on the fire, but heard Paracelsus gloating on the side: "Be careful, if the water of life overflows, the fire may burn outside the cup!"

Patisipaccio hurriedly picked up a cup and threw it at Ippolita: "Idiot! You added ordinary water to it, can this cup of flammable water still be used?" He turned to Patissi and whispered to Pablo.

La Celsus said: "Master, please put out this fire quickly, don't let it burn out..."

Paracelsus shook his head, took a lid and put it on the cup. After a while, when he took the lid off again, the fire had gone out.

"By the way... isn't this already indestructible when exposed to water?" Patisipaccio patted his head, "Is this the secret of the fire of the ocean?"

"It's still very early." Paracelsus said, "I said, this is just one of the necessary conditions for preparing ocean fire."


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