Chapter 113 This slime has heatstroke. Let's take it to the fire.
The leather-wrapped calves drew ripples in the green duckweed and puddles.

Among the dense Metasequoia trees, two soldiers wearing brimmed helmets and silver breastplates under their black cloaks were wading forward.

I don't know where Carrie found this path. Although it is an uninhabited swamp area, there are few ditches and quagmires as long as it is an area with dense Metasequoia trees.

The cold ignited the leaves of the Metasequoia, but only half of them burned. The half-yellow and half-green branches trembled in the autumn wind.

Today is October 180th. We are still 50 miles away from Fort Jeanne d'Arc and miles away from the Spider Forest.

Although this section of the swamp was relatively uninhabited and there weren't many long-haired monsters recorded by Homer's mercenaries, there were still densely packed slimes in the puddles along the way.

It was said that the Wild Spider Forest area was located at the foot of the mountain and was safer than the uninhabited swamp area. However, as we got closer to the Wild Spider Forest, more and more monsters appeared.

"Hey, look." Coleman bent down and picked up a skull from the ground. "Someone else has been here."

Looking at the two holes on the skull, Victor frowned and said, "Okay, the dead are the greatest, let it go."

Throwing the skull into the water, Coleman suddenly reached out and pulled out a rusty iron cross pendant from the water.

"Wow, you're a missionary." After stuffing the pendant into the cloth bag, Coleman picked up the squirming sack and continued walking forward with Victor.

"I heard there's monster meat to eat today?" Carrying a bag of slime, Coleman walked slowly in the knee-deep shallow water.

"Yesterday, Bishop Madeleine shot and killed a two-headed wolf monster with two guns." Victor picked up the leather water bag and took a sip of water. "I asked the logistics department, and they said to be careful when eating. Some broken iron sand and stones were not picked out."

Coleman said with emotion: "Archbishop Madeleine is worthy of being a bishop. He has more holy power than others."

Holy power is Horn's definition of the magic power in the villagers' bodies. It comes from the power bestowed by the Holy Father and is specifically used to use the God-given exorcist clockwork gun - Cannedi.

People like Victor and Coleman can only fire one shot at most.

However, it is said that after practicing meditation, you may be able to fire one more shot.

According to the distribution rules set by Horn, whoever can fight more will get priority.

"Every time something good happens, the Guards get it first, and then it's our turn." Coleman was still indignant.

There are only five clockwork muskets in the Papal State now. The Guards have four of them, and the Black Caps have only one, which is still in the hands of Jeshka.

Victor had nothing to complain about. The four gunners of the Guards could indeed fire two shots, which was fair. However, he knew that Coleman would not listen to him.

"Guards stupid ass!"

"Okay, stop complaining. If you have the time, you should send the slime back and practice meditation more."

The two men carefully came to the deep water area, held on to the Metasequoia tree, and moved to the shore little by little.

After climbing ashore and delivering a sack of slime to the logistics department, the two hurried to practice meditation.

The people in the logistics department immersed the light blue slime in clean water and let it soak overnight before sending it to Horn and his team.

At this moment, the slime that was soaked yesterday basically met the requirements and had been sent to Sissi and Horn.

Sissi was about to teach them how to make the catalyst for the sedative potion.

Slime is actually a very strange creature. It is a rare creature that looks like a monster but is not actually a monster.

A slime is composed of three main components: the placenta, acid gel, and slime core, and of course there are minor components such as the stomach organ.

Picking up a small knife, Sissi began to demonstrate to them how to process slime alchemy materials, which was an introductory alchemy course for Horn and others.

The first step is to place the slime in an iron basin and use clean water and a few drops of vegetable oil to force it to spit out harmful debris.

The second step is to remove the slime's eye spots and contact points one by one, and then cut along the eye spots with a knife.

Then Xixi grabbed the slime's placenta and lifted it up, and carefully cut the acid gel and organs inside from the placenta like digging a dragon fruit.

If left alone, the slime will continue to use acid gel and organs to create a layer of placenta on the outside and restore the eye spots.

The third step is to use a stirring rod to dilute and break up the acid gel, and use a colander to remove organs such as the stomach and slime core. After the remaining part is sieved, pour in the bitter bile water and heat it. After heating, it will be separated into upper and lower layers.

The semi-solid gel in the upper part is slime glue, and the clear liquid in the lower part is slime juice, the main tool for making mortar.

The remaining organs of the slime and the slime core are dried and ground into powder, which can be used as a catalyst for making sedatives.

If you throw a slime core randomly into a swamp, you will get a new slime next spring.

While Sissi was cruelly dismembering the slime, she was also explaining to Horn: "In the Black Snake Bay area, slimes are like rats, they are everywhere.

Sometimes there are even monsters called slimes, and we have to clean them up every two or three years, which is really annoying.”

Pour a basin of acid gel into the cauldron, add firewood and boil it. Sissi shows them the leather gloves on her hands:

“Don’t forget, you must wear leather gloves when doing the above operations. The acid gel of the slime is corrosive.

If it lasts for a short time, it’s fine, but if it lasts for a long time, it will not only cause peeling, but even serious burns.”

"How disgusting." Duvalon looked disgusted and horrified, "Papa, we are not going to do this, are we?"

"Isn't this disgusting? The slimes here are more terrible!" Xixi poured a basin of bitter water into the pot, stirring it constantly while spitting out the bitter water, "Some of the slimes in our south are bigger than cows, and the acid gel is incredibly corrosive.

When I was a child, I saw with my own eyes a female villager fall into a slime as big as a thatched house, and her clothes were torn to pieces in a few seconds.

When we rescued her, she was blind, her whole body was burned, and she was disfigured.

Slime has always been one of the biggest concerns of the people of Black Snake Bay. This thing is so durable that if you kill one batch after another, there will be another batch. You can never kill them all. You can never kill them all. "

"Don't you, the White Mountain Hermitage, make money by selling mortar?" Jeanna asked curiously, "Isn't it better to have more slimes?"

“We, the White Mountain Hermitage, are distributors. We do not produce mortar. We are just the carriers of mortar. The Joan Party is the manufacturer.

Besides, there is not such a great demand for mortar now.

During the Hundred Years' War, a large number of castles and roads needed to be built, and the price of mortar reached an all-time high.

After the war, there was no demand, and the empire issued a decree banning the use of mortar, causing the price of mortar to plummet.

Besides, mortar is an alchemical product after all, and requires an alchemist to operate it.

After the war, the knights and priests began to crack down on the secret party, and we have far fewer alchemists than before."

As soon as the war is over, both the production and demand sides will shrink at the same time.

The behavior of these feudal lords is also quite abstract. They disregard economic laws, forcibly use extraordinary violence, and idealistically restrict the behavior of the people.

If you can't solve the economic problem, then solve the human problem. Fortunately, they live in a world with extraordinary beings, otherwise they would have been overthrown by the petty nobles and the people instigating a popular riot.

Just like that shitty "Labor Law", it fits Horn's stereotype of a feudal lord in a fantasy world.

"It's done." After covering the pot, Xixi clapped her hands and put down the big wooden spoon. "After a while, it will cool down and separate into different layers naturally."

"How do we deal with this slime placenta?" Horn asked Sissi, mentioning the placenta that was half a finger thick.

"After washing with wood ash, apply slime juice and let it dry. It has a soft texture, but is not resistant to sharp objects. It can be used to make water bags and prosthetic breasts. My previous prosthetic breasts were made of this."

"..."

"...You look again?!" Jeanna growled at Horn angrily.

"I didn't look at you. I just turned my head to talk to Madeleine."

Seeing Jeanna leave angrily, Horn shook his head helplessly.

Common girl, really humble.

(End of this chapter)