Chapter 327：

stool? urine?

All the alchemists present were stunned!

Wells was the first to stand up, "Count Greyman, with all due respect, how can you link great alchemy with something so filthy?"

And while everyone is eating.

"Filth?" Paul realized that he had slipped a bit, "Sorry, I shouldn't bring it up on this occasion."

This is not a matter of occasion. Alchemists are extremely embarrassing, and their profession is considered a decent profession. If the Earl really asks them to study excrement, what is the difference from those excrement diggers? There is no such thing as labor in this era A statement of no distinction.

Now it looked more like the Earl was outright insulting them.

"Cough!" One of the older people named Hoffman coughed, stood up and asked cautiously: "Master Gleiman, are you sure you are not joking? Those things are only the most humble slaves to touch. We are... we are..."

Wells added for him: "We are alchemists." There was a strong sense of contradiction in the words.

Paul rubbed his chin, "Okay, I see, let's continue eating."

After everyone thought that this was over, they began to bury their heads in fiddling with knives and forks again.

Suddenly I heard the earl say: "I suddenly remembered that finances are a bit tight recently, and the establishment of a chemical laboratory may need to be discussed with everyone in the Government Affairs Council."

What, the almost cooked duck was about to fly, and everyone became nervous.

Obviously, the earl is threatening them, either reject his proposed research project, go back to the workshop and continue to be a boring technical instructor, and work step by step according to the established procedures every day, or accept his proposed research project and enjoy the big time. Spend the funds to explore the infinite possibilities in the field of alchemy in the laboratory.

Everyone whispered to each other, discussing in low voices with the people on the left and right how to choose, while Earl Greiman enjoyed his lunch contentedly.

Finally, after a meeting of voices and eyes at the dinner table, most of the alchemists reached an agreement: to sacrifice their temporary dignity in exchange for a better long-term future.

The ancestors who started this industry did not try anything to get gold.

Hoffman, who is still relatively old, spoke on behalf of everyone: "My lord, urgency to the employer's urgency is the primary criterion of our profession. After careful consideration, we should indeed first approach the [difficulty] you just mentioned. Of course, the premise It is a convenient experimental environment.”

You lost your integrity so quickly? Wells wanted to stand up and say a few words under his anger, but was immediately [pressed] on the seat by his colleagues with angry eyes.

These guys are quite flexible, Paul laughed happily, "Since your work enthusiasm is so high, I will definitely instruct the Government Affairs Council to give priority to providing support for the construction of chemical laboratories. Please plan in detail after you go back, and list All that is needed, and then we'll discuss it in detail."

"Your Earl is wise!" Hoffman bowed to Paul.

"It's just that, regarding the plan you mentioned, is it really feasible to collect nitrate on a large scale through those...those dirt?"

They only know that nitrate can be scraped out of the toilet. If the Earl doesn't think it's dirty, he can just go to the toilet and scrape it.

Paul: "You know the so-called microbes?"

Everyone: "I know."

The knowledge about microorganisms is the first thing that every newcomer who comes to Huxin Town is instilled, and the alchemists are no exception. They also have a lot of contact with the microscope—the Earl’s great invention—to see things that cannot be observed with the naked eye .

It is precisely because of this that people who come to Huxin Town have developed the habit of drinking boiled water. The high temperature can kill those small bugs that are invisible to the naked eye. The stomach troubles are probably the cause of these guys.

Paul: "I have a bold guess—certain microorganisms have an impact on the transformation of substances in nature, and the presence of nitrate in toilets may be related to some microorganisms that we still don't know."

It is an unmistakable fact in another world, but it can only be called a bold speculation in this world. People here don't know what nitrifying bacteria are.

Everyone nodded, but most of them didn't take it seriously, why didn't you say it was related to the sun?

"If we can increase the number of microorganisms involved in the transformation of saltpeter, we can speed up the production of saltpeter from feces or urine."

"Since they are alive, sunlight, temperature, and moisture may all affect their numbers. As for whether they are positive or negative, careful experiments are required."

Uh, it turns out that the earl really thinks it has something to do with the sun.

"Master Grayman, we will definitely follow your instructions and do our best to experiment."

What about the alchemists? Even if many people think that Earl's theory is a bit ridiculous, they have to bite the bullet and do it for the long-awaited laboratory. Anyway, if it ends up being a useless effort, the earl's money will be wasted.

"Well, great, I'll find time to work with you."

The nitrate field can only be created by these ignorant guys. Of course, Paul has to personally participate in it. He still knows the general principle and method of nitrate pile.

However, many people interpreted his words as meaning that the lord would check from time to time whether they would steal or play tricks, so they showed their loyalty again.

In this way, the lunch in the lord's mansion ended under everyone's thoughts.

"These guys have no dignity of alchemists!"

After Wells left the lord's mansion, he came to a restaurant named [Flying Dragon Pavilion] While drinking a dull wine, he criticized the embarrassing behavior of his colleagues.

However, a well-equipped and well-funded laboratory is also what he longs for, and for a while his heart fell into an extremely entangled state.

"Hey! Isn't this Wells?"

A voice with a Jingyao accent sounded behind him, and his name was called out.

Wells turned around and saw an acquaintance—artificer Guy Burns.

In fact, they are not considered acquaintances, the two only had business contacts in Jingyao. Moreover, the former Wells actually looked down on him in his heart. Burns did not do well in the capital, was excluded and even ridiculed by his peers, and was poor all day long.

But the current Guy Burns has completely overturned Wells' previous impression of him. Not only is he well-dressed, but he also has an inexplicable temperament in his gestures, which seems to be very similar to those officials.

"Burnes? You've been to the Northwest Bay too? Come and have a seat."

Out of politeness, Wells invited the other party to sit at his table and added a glass of wine.

After chatting carefully, Wells found out that this artificer was so good in Huxin Town—he was highly valued by the lord, and even used the famous machinery factory—to manufacture magical machines such as harvesters and flying shuttle looms. The place—handed over to him for management, is indeed an official, and a very important member of the Huxin Town system. Naturally, the treatment enjoyed by the other party is also very high, at least much higher than that of him as a [technician].

He felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart. When he was in Jingyao, this kid was much worse than himself, but now he is crushing himself hard.

Under the surprised gaze of Burns, Wells gulped down a large glass of wine.

I also want to seize the opportunity and reach the pinnacle of life!