That night, Reggie held a ceremony in front of the castle to celebrate victory and harvest.
The wheat recovered was not much, only more than 60,000 pounds in total. Together, it could barely support Shattered Snow City for a month. Reggie piled all the wheat in front of the castle to support the scene. In addition, he also acquired the city.
All the ale in it made simple preparations for the celebration after the ceremony.
The ceremony began at nightfall. After delivering a simple speech, Reggie began to distribute bounties to each soldier.
"Roland Field, excellent infantry captain, I will give you the reward you deserve in the name of Lord Shattered Snow City."
Roland received seven gold coins and a medal from Shattering Snow City.
His fiancée Daphne rushed forward and hugged him affectionately, then took seven gold coins from his hand and counted them over and over again.
"My dear, everything is yours tonight, you can do whatever you want!" The excited girl forgot to be reserved. Every time she counted, tears of excitement would flow from the corners of her eyes.
Roland cared more about the medal than the gold coins. He solemnly wore the medal on his chest. He gathered his soldiers together to share this hard-won honor with him.
This is a promising young man, and Reggie will help him achieve more glory and a higher status.
"Sulit, the outstanding second captain of the cavalry, I will give you the reward you deserve in the name of the lord of Broken Snow City."
Su Lit took the gold coins and medals. He walked up to Ansley, knelt on one knee and said softly: "Good girl, I want to give you everything I have."
An Sili glanced at Su Lit with disdain, smiled contemptuously and said, "You deserve this, put it away quickly, you are making me very embarrassed."
Dexter also received his reward. Ansley came closer and said with a blushing smile, "Captain of the Cavalry, can you let me touch your medal?"
"I'm afraid this is not good..." Dexter rejected Ansley in a panic, "I'm about to leave. Your father is waiting for me. I...take my leave first."
Dexter quickly disappeared into the night. His wife did not come to the ceremony. She was packing Dexter's luggage at home.
Reggie felt a little regretful, he really wanted to see that woman's face.
All soldiers, including Jarvan and Erwin, each received the rewards they deserved.
Now, it was the turn of the fallen soldiers, and the noisy square quickly became quiet.
"When our homeland faced the destruction of the enemy, a group of unyielding warriors used their flesh and blood to break the enemy's spears. The flame of life burned for them, and the glory of the warriors shined for them. Shattering Snow City will never forget them.
Their names and magnificent war songs will escort their souls straight to heaven..."
Batchelor read a eulogy for the fallen. Although it was brief, it made a strong man like Jarvan shed tears.
Reggie personally awarded the reward to the deceased's family. A soldier's wife held her young child and cried bitterly. If Imma hadn't given her some decoction, the poor widow might have fainted.
The scene was so sad, but Reggie still noticed some problems.
There were many people looking at the money bags of the deceased, and the temptation of thirty gold coins was enough to make people take risks. Reggie told Erwin to have the guards escort the family of the deceased and leave here as soon as possible.
The ceremony came to an end, and the carnival time arrived. The guards pushed out the ale barrels, and people drank happily with wine glasses. Vares climbed up the stone steps of the castle and shouted loudly: "For the heroes, for the City of Shattered Snow,
To the King of Shattered Snow! Let’s drink a toast!”
"Fine snowflakes fall on the city wall. Don't take them away in the howling north wind. I want to hide them in the clay pot in the backyard. They will turn into mellow ale next year."
This is a folk song from Broken Snow City. Vares played the bagpipe and led the crowd to sing it over and over again.
Batchelor hummed along twice and smiled at Reggie: "I haven't heard this song for many years. Your grandfather Victor IV loved celebrations. Every year during the harvest, he would invite the residents to drink.
, but your father doesn’t like it, he thinks it’s unseemly to drink with common people.”
Reggie is very interested in the history of the Victor family. Batchelor has experienced three lords in Broken Snow City. He knows the Victor family better than anyone else.
"What kind of person is my father?" Reggie said, "I mean, from your point of view."
Batchelor smiled and said: "Sir, I can't answer this question. I can't criticize the previous lord."
"Just say one thing," Reggie smiled. "You know, I'm not a petty person. Tell me your truest opinion."
"The truest thing is," Bachelot thought for a moment and said, "He is a good lord, but if compared with you, I think he is a mediocre person."
The cunning Barcello, he always knows what Reggie wants to hear most.
Imma danced charmingly amidst the singing. She attracted the attention of all men and pushed the atmosphere of the ceremony to a climax.
Reggie sighed and said: "After experiencing a lot of disasters, people have the right to enjoy carnival."
Batchelor said: "The night of celebration is always so beautiful. Lord, my craftsman Karaf has prepared a surprise for you. I hope you can come to my home to have a look."
Surprise? Could it be that...
Reggie immediately called Jarvan and Erwin and told them to maintain order at the scene. He was about to run to Batchelor's manor, but was blocked by Imma.
"Master Tutor, am I beautiful?" Imma seemed to be a little drunk, "Don't you want to dance with me?"
"What are you dancing for!" Reggie said angrily, "As a doctor, how could you drink so much and not go back to the hospital quickly!"
"Wha, what is a hospital?"
"It's the Wounded Barracks. From today on, it will be called a hospital. You are the first director of Suixue Hospital."
"Dean?" Imma opened her eyes wide and said, "Is this an official position?"
"Yes," Reggie nodded, "I will pay your salary from now on and hire assistants for you."
"Oh my God, my God, is this true, my lord!" Imma threw herself into Reggie's arms and pressed her face tightly against Reggie's chest, "Is this true?
Yes, my lord, you won’t lie to me, my lord!”
"Of course not!" Reggie pushed Imma away and pointed to Chengxi, "Hurry back to the hospital and while it's still early, memorize the letters I taught you last night, as well as the pasteurization method.
, I will check it tomorrow, and if you forget, I will spread your ass open!"
Imma didn't say anything more, picked up her skirt and ran quickly towards the west of the city.
Reggie ran faster than her. In the hazy night fog, Reggie seemed to have seen Calaf's sweet smile.
…
There are four pottery jars placed in a spacious wooden house. There are feeding ports and ventilation holes on the pottery jars, a fermentation liquid extraction port in the middle of the pottery jars, and a slag discharge port at the bottom of the pottery jars.
This is a fermentation tank that Khalaf only made, and it is exactly the same as the drawing designed by Reggie.
Reggie opened a fermentation tank, which was already filled with culture fluid. The familiar smell seemed to take him back to the university laboratory. Khalaf must have never done any microbiological experiments, but he could always do what Reggie wanted.
of everything.
The most amazing thing is not these, but the thermometer.
It was a natural crystal like a stalactite. Karaf didn't know what method he used to drill a thin channel from the tip of the stalactite to the bottom of the crystal. The bottom of the crystal was hollowed out and filled with a
Tuan mercury.
Calaf held the thermometer and said to Reggie: "Sir, the crystal stone is a bit thick, so it may take a little more time, but the mercury will really rise. Look, sir, it has already risen."
Under the influence of body temperature, the mercury slowly rose along the slender channel. The slow speed was almost difficult to detect with the naked eye, but Reggie still saw it and saw a miracle happening before his eyes.
"This is impossible, this is impossible..." The excited Reggie was a little overwhelmed. In his eyes, the simple-made thermometer was simply a gift from God to the world.
"It's a miraculous craftsmanship. This is a miraculous craftsmanship." Reggie blurted out the native language of his previous life. Batchelor was surprised and said: "My lord, what you just said is..."
"I mean... go to old Hill's house and get some ice. I want to draw the scale."
A mixture of ice and water is zero degree.
The temperature of boiling water is one hundred degrees.
With two reference points, all temperature locations can be marked.
Ignoring the influence of air pressure, Reggie drew a scale that was not too precise, and should be barely enough for microbial experiments.
Calaf carefully carved the scale drawn by Reggie onto the crystal stone, and a complete thermometer was born.
The craftsmen lit the charcoal stove, and the temperature in the wooden house began to rise slowly. Khalaf carefully adjusted the fire, trying to keep the temperature at around 27 degrees.
"Lord, please sow the sacred seeds yourself." Kalaf brought the Penicillium seeds over. He treated them very cleanly, leaving not even a crumb on the mycelium.
This is only a natural strain, which is far different from the mutated strains in the laboratory. Reggie did not dare to expect the production of the first batch of penicillin, and he did not even dare to expect to be able to manufacture medicine for injection. Fermentation is only the first step in preparing antibiotics.
The subsequent separation and purification still require a large amount of chemicals and equipment, and everything is too far away from this era.
It would be nice to be able to produce some ointment. Although the effect of penicillin for external use is extremely poor, it is much more effective than alcohol for disinfection. Maybe even this is a luxury, but this is the process of creating miracles.
Reggie used a wooden spoon to carefully put the bacteria into the fermentation tank. During the whole process, Khalaf kept praying in a special language. He was not from Ryan, he was a slave bought from overseas.
He has a god he believes in, and at this moment he is praying for God's help to help him create a sacred potion.
The Grand Maester once promised Calaf that as long as he could create the potion Reggie wanted, he could win his freedom.
He has met many masters, and Batchelor is the one who treats him the best. He has never thought of leaving the Grand Bachelor, but he really wants to get rid of his slave status. A slave cannot bring happiness to the one he loves.
, not even qualified to take another look at her.
"Lord," Kalaf knelt on the ground after finishing his prayer and said, "The blessings of the gods are always at your side. I will follow your instructions and guard these sacred seeds day and night until they grow into magical potions.
.”
Reggie was also emotionally affected by Calaf's solemn behavior, and he also imitated Calaf's example and prayed, although he still didn't know which god Calaf believed in.
"Magical craftsman, leave the potions to others. The rest of the work is very boring. It's just about increasing ventilation and controlling the temperature."
Looking at Khalaf's blue-black eye sockets, you can tell how tired this craftsman is.
"Take a rest. There will be more important work for you tomorrow."
Kalaf shook his head and said: "I'm not tired, Lord, you can give me the task now, but within the next seven days, I will not leave this wooden house."
Reggie smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a stubborn person."
Batchelor smiled and said: "This magical potion is very important to him, it is related to the happiness of his life."
"A lifetime of happiness?" Reggie was puzzled by how much penicillin had to do with a lifetime of happiness. "Are your friends and family infected by bacteria?"
"What bacteria are you talking about?" Batchelor looked at Reggie in confusion and asked tentatively, "Is this another kind of spell?"
"Why did you add the word 'and'? It's like I've recited a spell. As for the concept of bacteria, I can give you a brief introduction. Of course, you may have a little difficulty understanding it..."
While the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door. Before Batchelor could answer, a young woman opened the door and walked in.
"Teacher, I have just studied the sap of this plant. I can conclude that this plant is cursed by the devil and must be completely eradicated in Broken Snow City."
This is a very typical Norburg girl, with fair skin, turquoise eyes, a tall nose, and almost no strands of variegated blond hair. All of these features demonstrate her pure and noble bloodline.
She held a bouquet of datura flowers in her hand. The flowers bloomed very delicately. This was the plant she said was cursed by the devil. She was in a hurry to report the conclusions of her research, and did not notice Reggie's presence at all.
But she noticed Calaf, because Calaf was watching her secretly.
"What are you looking at?" The girl looked at Calaf fiercely, and Calaf quickly turned his attention elsewhere.
The girl was very angry. She gritted her teeth and said: "You reckless slave, if this were in my hometown, I would dig out your eyes!"
Calaf lowered his head in shame. He was about to apologize to the girl, but was stopped by Reggie.
"Grand Maester, this lady is..."
Batchelor quickly stepped forward and introduced: "This is my student, Alice Windsor. Alice, this is our lord, Viscount Victor."
Alice looked at Reggie, and she first noticed Reggie's turquoise hair, which was obviously a sign of impure blood.
There was a trace of contempt in her eyes, and although she tried her best to hide it, Reggie still noticed it.
She bent her knees slightly, saluted Reggie, and said, "Forgive me for being rude. Nice to meet you, Viscount Victor."
Reggie looked at Alice and said coldly: "I'm not happy to meet you, and I don't intend to forgive you, because you are so rude."
Alice was stunned, frowned and said to Reggie: "I don't understand what you mean. I don't think I did anything excessive."
"I was talking to my Grand Maester, who asked you to barge in?"
Alice said sullenly: "I think I knocked on the door."
Reggie frowned and said, "But you didn't get permission from me and the Grand Master. I suspect that you are a spy sent by the enemy. You eavesdropped on my conversation with the Grand Master!"
"This is really ridiculous, how could I be a spy," Alice pointed at Batchelor and said, "I am a student of the Grand Bachelor, and everyone here knows me!"
Calaf said from the side: "Lord, I don't think Miss Windsor meant it..."
"Shut up! Despicable slave!" Alice shouted angrily, "Who allowed you to speak!"
Despicable slave.
This sentence completely angered Reggie.
"Miss Windsor," Reggie said, "if you were really a bachelor's student, you shouldn't be so uneducated."
Alice said without fear: "What did I say wrong, Lord?"
Reggie said: "Kalaf is the best craftsman in Shattered Snow City. Why do you call him a slave? This is an insult to your personality. I can put you in a dungeon and make you do hard labor for at least a month!"
"Have I insulted his character?" Alice looked at Calaf with a mocking look, "Humble slave, tell the Viscount, have I insulted you?"