Following Melanie's footsteps, he came to a small cubicle. What Mir didn't expect was that there was a basement underneath this shop.
I saw that there was a staircase under the small cubicle that led all the way down.
Melanie turned back and smiled mysteriously, with a bit of pride in her expression: "Follow me."
The stairs were not very long. Everyone lowered their bodies and got in. After a while, they came to a large basement, which was about the same size as the store outside.
It looked like a jewelry exhibition store inside, with wonderful materials placed in independent thick glass boxes. They were colorful. Mir even saw the beating water drops: "It's so wonderful. These materials give me the feeling of... Just as alive.”
"There are indeed living ones." Melanie walked not far away and picked up a heavy glass box. There was a small amount of red powder placed in it, very few: "Just like the beating you saw. A small drop of water, it is not only a material, but also a living thing, but the way of thinking is very monotonous and can only devour."
Is it similar to single-celled algae? Mir was thinking this and saw the glass box that Melanie picked up in her hand: "Is this small rub the hot pepper? It's still crushed, but it's less than I thought."
"You can't use common sense to look at the quantity of high-sequence potion materials. You have to lower your gaze and put it in the unit of milligrams," Melanie said as she walked.
"There are a total of 100 milligrams of strong hot pepper here. Two hundred years ago, I spent a total of 430 gold coins to sell it from that high-sequence person, which almost cost me most of my net worth.
When I bought this hot pepper, I was happy for a year. I woke up laughing every day in the middle of the night. But gradually, I couldn’t be happy anymore. No matter how precious it is, it can’t change the fact that there is no market. "
As soon as she finished speaking, Melanie came to a room similar to a laboratory. This room was filled with various glass bottles and precision instruments. Seeing the difference in Mir's eyes, Melanie explained: "Each channel store will be equipped with similar equipment. After all, potion materials need to be accurate to the milligram, which is why weighing instruments are becoming more and more precise.
It’s all thanks to the people at the Wisdom Academy. They seem to be dragging the world along, and they will always invent many things that are beyond my understanding. Maybe you don’t think it is too strange, but if you have lived four hundred years Years later, you can understand my surprise.
When I was twenty, Stolon was still a country with an emperor. When I was forty, the emperor was overthrown by the people, and from then on it entered an era of people's governance.
Unfortunately, it did not last long. The descendants of the people who governed slowly became nobles, and Stolun also became a city-state to integrate with other regions.
When I was two hundred years old, the steam engine appeared. At that time, the steam engine was no better than an ox. No one cared about it. I, like everyone else, scorned it.
In contrast, the textile loom that appeared in the 250s suffered a lot of looting as soon as it came out, even though it was no more than a maid at that time..."
"Oops~ I'm sorry, little Mil. As people get older, they like to reminisce more and more. Hey, I don't know if anything magical will appear in the last hundred years."
"You also know that I have lost my memory, Granny Melanie. What you said is very helpful to me." From her eloquent talk, Mir learned some interesting information about the modern history of the world, although it contained some Lots of subjectivity.
"Let's not talk about that. We have to live in the present. I'm going to weigh it. Don't come in. When I open this glass box, due to the characteristics of the strong hot pepper, the room will be filled with a lot of heat. It will be spicy. When it comes to your eyes, I’m not kidding.”
"By the way, Granny Melanie, will there be any wastage during the process of making the potion?" Seeing how complicated the weighing was, if there was no wastage, Mir planned to ask her to weigh out fifty milligrams.
"Waste?" Melanie was stunned for a moment when she heard this word, but then she understood what he meant: "Interesting concept, but under normal circumstances there is no loss. After all, the potion material is not flour or the like. , has no escape properties.”
"That's it. Then help me weigh fifty milligrams."
Hearing this, Melanie's lips twitched.
The two obediently waited for Menilan outside the door. After she entered the room, she closed the glass door. Mir and others could only look at her curiously through the glass from outside.
I saw a big bubble wrapping Melanie, isolating her from the outside world but not affecting the operations in her hands.
"Is this an invention? To be honest, this thing has exceeded my knowledge," Mir said with a surprised look on his face.
"I think it should be a certain series of abilities. As for bubbles, it should be an ocean series." Emilia also looked through the glass with a curious look on her face: "The way is really wonderful."
In the room, Melanie placed the heavy glass box next to a weighing instrument and opened it. Suddenly, the whole room was filled with heat. Fortunately, the heat could not penetrate through the bubbles.
Take out a small glass tube not far away, place it on the instrument, reset the weight to zero, and place something similar to a microscope on the stage above the instrument.
Pick up a small spoon with two fingers, scoop a spoonful into the glass box, but this spoonful also takes away most of it, tap it gently, and then carefully put the small spoonful into the instrument. In a glass tube.
The dial on the surface of the instrument suddenly jumped to fifty-two.
Seeing that there was a slight difference of two milligrams, Melanie put down the small spoon she held between her fingers, took out a device as thin as a hair, and gently turned it in the glass tube. When she pulled it out, the counting plate arrived. Fifty-one, carefully placed the thin equipment into the previous glass box and clicked it twice.
Then he gently turned it again in the glass tube, and the instrument dial finally reached fifty.
Seeing this, Melanie nodded with satisfaction, picked up the glass tube, and sealed the glass tube with a stopper with a glass piece at the back.
Suddenly thinking of the loss that Mir just mentioned, she quickly put the thin instrument in the previous glass box and tapped it lightly.
He also brought an empty glass box from a distance, put it on the instrument, removed the weight, and put the original glass box on it. When he saw that the number on the plate was fifty, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that two hundred years had passed. It didn't consume even a milligram.
Opening the glass door and handing the glass tube to Mir, Melanie showed a hint of pride: "Fifty milligrams, exactly."
"Thank you, Granny Melanie, but I thought that as soon as you opened the door, there would be strong heat wafting out," Mir was a little confused.
"Hotness is the characteristic of strong hot peppers. It is not due to dissipation. As long as the characteristic is isolated with glass, it will be safe." Melanie shrugged: "I will not purchase high-sequence potion materials that can dissipate. After all, Breathing is also a form of absorption.”
After finishing this, Melanie did not stop. She brought a glass box filled with white water drops not far away, weighed out ten milligrams on the instrument in the room, put it into a glass tube, and used He closed the stopper and handed it to Mir: "No, the cemetery toad essential oil you want, I always sell more for more."
"Ah, thank you Granny Melanie," Mir picked up the two small glass tubes in his hands and looked inside through the light of the gas lamp, with a face full of novelty.
"Okay, it's all done. Is there anything else you need?"
"Grandma Melanie, do you have pure water here? Can you help me mix the potion?" I don't know how to prepare the potion. If I can let her do it directly, it will save me the trouble. After all, this formula is completely useless. The need to hide.
"I told you earlier," Melanie curled her lips pretending to be unhappy, and took back the two bottles of potion ingredients: "If I had known you were going to synthesize the potion, I wouldn't have bottled it. It would have saved you the trouble, but you I really don’t understand you if you really need to use these two ingredients to mix the potion, so how many grams of pure water is it?”
"Eighty grams," Mir didn't hide anything. He was probably the only one in the world who needed this magic potion formula, so there was no need to hide it.
"Then just wait a moment," Melanie said, and then returned to the laboratory and started working again, but this time it was much faster than before.
Pour the two ingredients into pure water distilled from a flask, shake it for a moment, and it will show a fiery red luster and texture. There will be no explosions or strange events as you imagined, just like the two spices are paired together, peaceful and peaceful.
"Honestly, I didn't expect the potion to be so calming," Melanie handed the fiery red potion bottle to Mir: "Graveyard toad essential oil is like a stabilizer for strong chili peppers, turning it into inert. Your potion You are quite accomplished, Mir.
But now the main body of the potion has become a strong hot pepper, and there are no auxiliary ingredients. I can't figure out your method now. This bottle of potion is more like an explosive than a sublimation potion. Just add something to break the balance, I guess. Everyone within a hundred meters will suffer.
Forget it, everyone has their own secrets, I won’t ask you. "
"Thank you, Granny Melanie." Mir finished the magic potion and looked at the stable potion inside through the gas lamp. It was as calm as the water. He couldn't imagine the scene of it exploding. However, Granny Melanie fiddled with these dangerous things. The materials and potions were not carefully or carefully used, so the order is probably not low.
"Okay, the potion is finished, is there anything else you need?"
"Me, me," Amelia raised her little hand and put it next to Granny Melanie's ear.
