Hearing these words, Granny Melanie's face became even more depressed: "Originally, I still had a bit of luck, but sure enough, I am indeed a member of the Moonlight Sect, a little liar from Mir."
"Hmm, Granny Melanie, I'm probably the only one who will come to you to buy hot chili peppers," Mir said like a victorious rooster.
"Okay, okay, how about one gold coin and two milligrams?" Granny Melanie curled her lips: "This is the lowest price I can accept."
"Hmm~" Mir thought for a while, and realized that twenty-five gold coins could solve the problem, which is not expensive at all: "Okay."
"Eh?" It was Melanie's turn to be stunned: "I thought you would keep cutting down until you hit my real bottom line."
Mir glanced at her speechlessly: "I'm not the Moonlight Sect, how can I know whether your words are true or false~"
"You are trying to confuse me, or you are just trying to confuse me, oh, I am so confused," Melanie slapped her forehead: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I can't dwell on getting along with you Moonlight Sect people. , the more I think about it, the more tired I am, how many milligrams do you need?”
"Fifty-four milligrams," Mir said without hesitation. The extra four milligrams was not only out of caution, but also out of fear of loss.
"Fifty-four milligrams?" Melanie's face became more serious: "Mir, I have to tell you clearly that the lethal dose of hot pepper is six milligrams!"
Mir heard this and thought for a moment, he should be fine. Literally speaking, thick fire pepper means fire, hot, and spicy. But who am I? I can withstand even explosions, so I will be a little scared. chili?
"Just think of me as cooking milligram by milligram," she said, too lazy to explain, since she might not believe it even if it was true.
"Well, it does have a very hot flavor. I never thought before that as long as it is diluted, hot pepper can be used for cooking. After all, it is non-toxic and harmless in small doses," Melanie elaborated. Thinking about it, he suddenly came back to his senses.
"No, I almost got deceived by you. If you consume high-sequence magic potion materials at will, your body will not be able to digest them and will keep accumulating them. Eating strong hot pepper is equivalent to chronic suicide. After accumulating more than two milligrams in the body, it will be very painful. pain!"
"Oh~ there is such a saying," Mir felt that the old woman knew a lot, but there was also some doubt in what she said.
"You said it couldn't be digested, so why wasn't it excreted?"
Melanie waved her hands helplessly: "Who knows? People from the Wisdom Academy invited me to study this problem together before, but in the end I couldn't find a reason."
Hearing this, Mir expressed his conjecture, "I think it will be absorbed by the body, but it cannot be transformed after absorption, causing it to accumulate in the body until it reaches a certain dose and explodes."
"This is quite interesting. If there is an enemy that is too powerful, you can use this method.
For example, if he likes to eat forest lamb, he would raise a forest sheep and feed the sheep a small amount of strong chili pepper.
The sheep absorbed the hot pepper, but it could not be converted and could only be accumulated in the body.
If the man eats the sheep.
The harmless dose of hot pepper in the sheep was passed to the person through consumption. That person could digest the whole sheep, but could not convert the strong hot pepper contained in the sheep and could only store it in his body.
If one sheep is fine, then ten, twenty, sheep for a year, hahaha, do you understand what I mean?
The sheep are like carriers of potion materials, allowing the hot pepper in their bodies to accumulate to a terrifying number through the food chain. "
"Stop talking!" At this moment, Melanie's eyes widened. She quickly jumped up and covered Mir's mouth. She glanced outside the door. Seeing that no one noticed what was going on here, she quickly closed the door and held up her hands. Put your hands together and pray.
With the sound of the waves in her mind, Melanie took a long breath: "Great, not bad."
"What's wrong?" Mir was a little confused.
Melanie took a deep look at this guy who spoke astonishingly but had no idea about it: "Mir, now that you say you are a disciple of the Wisdom Academy, I will believe it...
Those who have spent their lives seeking knowledge will probably regard you as a master in the field of potions.
Fortunately you are not a heretic, and fortunately you are not a heretic.
If you are a heretic, the livestock raised by the Stolon people for food may contain the harmless and undetectable diluted trace amounts of hot pepper in your mouth.
As people eat it, it remains in the body and slowly accumulates over time.
The cause of Stolon's destruction may not be discovered until the end..."
"Hiss~" Hearing this, Mir's grinning mouth couldn't be happy anymore: "But it is indeed a hidden danger. What if there are heretics who think the same as me?"
"No, Mir!" Melanie's face became more solemn: "Mil, your way of thinking is very strange, as if you came from another world. This may be because you have lost your memory, so you have a different view of this world. Before you, there was no concept of so-called biological chain transmission."
Oh ho~ The vest almost exploded, Mir shouted, but this concept is indeed difficult to discover in the void. In his hometown, this concept is also inferred by people from the heavy metals contained in the bodies of representatives of each layer of the food chain in nature. .
It's really scary if you think about it carefully. The ingredients for high-sequence potions include more than just hot peppers. And those crazy heretics have who knows how many lethal high-sequence potion ingredients they have in their hands. After all, they even distribute the potions directly. of.
Mir felt that if those heretics knew this idea, they would definitely be able to allocate two milligrams of high-sequence potion materials to every person in Stolon. After all, two milligrams is really too little.
One peanut is about one gram, and one gram is equal to one thousand milligrams. Two milligrams is equivalent to one peanut divided into one thousand parts. Take two of them.
There are approximately 100,000 people in the entire Stolon city-state. The heretic only needs 400 grams of high-sequence potion ingredients and some time to make those 100,000 people miserable without even using a single soldier.
This is actually not difficult. The first step is to clear your identity, set up a group, and give a large portion of the profits to the nobles for convenience.
Use price wars and some despicable means to monopolize the entire livestock industry in Stolon, and even the seafood industry. After all, the purpose of the heresy is not to make money... Forget it, I don't want to think about this anymore.
Mir is quite curious about whether there are accurate weighing tools in this world, or whether the milligrams they speak of are different from those in his hometown. He can't wait to see the weighing tools in this world, but there is one question before that, but There should be no need to speak yourself.
"Mrs. Mill," Melanie looked at Amelia with a suspicious look on her face: "You~ won't tell anyone."
Sure enough, she asked.
"Ah?" Emilia was stunned for a moment, and then said with a solemn face: "To be honest, I didn't understand it at all, but that doesn't stop me from keeping it a secret."
"Huh~" Hearing this, Melanie took a long breath: "This world is getting more and more wonderful. The behavior that can easily destroy Stolon is just said in a small store. Fortunately, none of us are heretics, and I hope we won’t have to encounter such surprises again in the next hundred years.”
"Mir," at this moment, Melanie stared at Mir's face seriously?
"ah?"
"I'll give you the hot pepper, it's free!"
"Why?"
"I just want you to feel the kindness in the world."
