The gray fog shrank, and everything returned to its original state but was not at peace. Although the mysterious skylight was gone, the chaotic whispers still did not stop.
The stirring gradually approached, and Victor could feel some huge form passing by his side, but there was no visual or tactile feedback, but he could feel this mysterious existence.
Things fell from the sky one after another, hitting Victor's side piece by piece, and the dull moaning was like a broken saxophone, melodiously far away.
This huge object that was taller than the mountain finally disappeared. Victor felt that he had seen it, but also seemed not to see it. He could not even describe what was in the picture at that moment.
The things that fell down were similar to pieces of rotten meat, black and black, exuding the smell of decay.
There are some white spots on it, like some kind of fungi growing on carrion.
Father San once said that the fungus grows on corpses, and Victor immediately thought of this.
These pieces of meat fell from that mysterious thing. Could they be corpses?
Victor is a little frightened now because the feeling just now was too frightening.
But since we have reached such a deep place, we can no longer tell the difference between east, west and north, so why don’t we give it a try?
So he squatted down and stretched out the bronze key...
……
The sun and moon alternated, and the next morning, Victor showed the collected white fungi to Father Sang.
The other party stared at the piece of rotten meat with white fungus attached, and asked in disbelief: "You... cough, did you really bring it out?"
It was inconvenient for Victor to explain the matter of the secret magic crystal to Father Sang. He told the lie he had been thinking about all night and said it without blushing: "I don't know how to do it, so I just took it out.
,Hey, Father, do you think it’s the effect of the strange thing attached to my spirit?”
"Is it the peristaltic source of matter? Did you see it after entering the secret residence? Ahem..." Father Sang expressed doubts.
There is nothing to hide. After all, Father Sang knew it early on. Victor nodded his head twice: "So is this the Santa Claus fungus you mentioned?"
Father Sang continued to look at it and said uncertainly: "It looks similar, but, ahem...why does this carrion tissue feel like it has been cut?"
Those were the marks left by Victor using a bronze key. After all, he did not dare to touch this thing with his hands at the time.
Seeing that Victor didn't say anything, Father Sang didn't dwell on this little detail. He continued to popularize science for Victor: "If the secret creature does not have a carrier to support it, it will not exist in the material world for long...cough...cough, wait...
When the carrion disappears, they will disappear too... Well, you have to hurry up."
"How effective can it be with just a little fungus?" Victor was still a little worried.
Father Sang waved his hand: "You can't regard secret creatures as real creatures... Ahem, according to the information from the Inspection Bureau, the fermentation of the pile of wheat in your warehouse will probably only take three or four days.
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Three or four days?
Victor was shocked.
With such a small amount of fungus, it only took three or four days to get so much grain in his barn?
"Aren't you ready to give it a try?" Father Sang winked.
After hearing this, Victor also felt that it made sense. Everything requires practice to get the truth.
But there is another point. If he makes wine privately, he will definitely encounter unpredictable troubles in sales. If Pierce finds out, the other party is likely to come forward and report him in a fake way.
To this end, Victor carefully studied the federal government's "Prohibition".
Seeing this, he immediately became happy.
It was originally thought that the scope of the prohibition on alcohol was determined by alcohol concentration, but who knew that Secred's prohibition on alcohol was so unique.
It does not divide according to alcohol concentration, but lists all the known types of alcohol on the market and includes them one by one within the scope of the ban.
This is interesting, because there is no liquor in Secred...
Brewing liquor can take advantage of the prohibition!
Victor's excitement immediately ignited, and he immediately began to prepare the wine. The next step was to soak the raw materials in water, then cook, ferment... and so on.
But after being busy for a long time, Victor found that he was too weak to be busy alone.
The old priest just lay there and robbed him of his food and accommodation all day long, and never came over to help him.
If this continues, Victor will spend a lot of time just working alone, and it is very likely that he will not achieve the expected results.
"No, I have to hire some help..."
Hiring people is one way, but even though there is a way, Victor doesn't have much money on hand. Going to the town to hire those experienced people who may exist will definitely cost a lot of money. After all, Prohibition makes all experienced people bear certain risks.
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In the evening of that day, Victor suddenly had an idea, mounted his horse, and ran towards the bonfire and tent in the field.
Ten minutes later, he came back, bringing back four homeless people with anxious eyes.
Father Sang was simmering carrot soup leisurely when he saw that Victor actually brought back the homeless man who occupied his land.
Then, a homeless man asked Victor tremblingly: "First... Sir, are you telling the truth? Not only will you not drive us away, but you will also provide us with jobs?"
"Of course, the Damon family always keeps their promises." Victor rode on his horse and passed Father Sang confidently.
He dismounted and tied it up, turned to the four tramps and continued: "As we agreed, you work for me, and I will pay each of you 70 cents a week, which is 10 cents a day for each person, which is more than that."
It would be much more generous for an employer to let you occupy the land, wouldn't it?"
The total cost of four people a week is less than 3 faraka. Victor can use these four able-bodied laborers with a very low commission. This is a very cost-effective deal.
Although they have poor physical strength, are ill, and are disliked by their employers in other jobs, Victor does not care about this.
Father Sang also understood Victor's method, and could not hold back the smile on his face. He quietly watched Victor continue to speak to the four people.
"One more thing, I won't stop you from continuing to occupy my land. You can get wages from me and Pierce at the same time, but I have a request."
After hearing this, the four of them looked very uneasy, but what Victor said next made them puzzled.
"I want you to ask Pierce for more and ask him to pay you more. How much the increase depends on your own ability. I think even 50 cents is not too much. If you can't find a reason to increase the price, you can
Say I will kill you as a reason."
"Of course, the money is yours. I won't ask you to share it with me. If you agree, you can start working now. Are there any questions?"
This was simply pie in the sky. For the four homeless people, there was no reason to refuse, so they all agreed without any surprise.
Victor was very satisfied. He began to assign these people to work in the warehouse and strictly required them to keep the work here confidential.
After doing this, Victor acted as a supervisor to prevent anyone from causing trouble inside.
After dark, the busyness did not stop, and the lights of the two warehouses flickered.
Father Sang was lying next to the bonfire, his eyes following Victor who was busy coming and going. Then, he lowered his head slightly and sighed secretly, whether with emotion or relief.