Demon Sage

The next day Donald went to Swift's office on time to report that the content Sherlock had given him for translation today was split again.

Donald was sitting on a chair holding a pen, but it was actually controlled by the invisible servant. The strokes were drawn, sometimes crooked. This was a daily exercise of his control over the invisible servant. No one can tell if it says play on the draft, and Quan should be a doodle when thinking.

"Sherlock, what are these... for?"

On the opposite table are a pile of utensils that look like they were in a previous life laboratory, glass cups marked with scales, slender stirring sticks, and supporting equipment such as crucibles. Judging from the traces on them, they should be used. .

"These things are used in my recent experiments, don't touch them, especially the mechanical devices on the right. Those are fine tools that I bought with a lot of money. If you break one, you will have to pay for it. Double the price."

Machinery? Donald's eyes turned to the right side of what Sherlock said. There was indeed a wooden box with several bright-yellow mechanical devices in it, and a small top structure similar to a launcher could be seen.

"what is this?"

Donald was curious about new things.

"Cup Mian, haven't you heard of it?"

Sherlock stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth. Recently, he was accustomed to letting Donald bring himself breakfast, and even developed to the extent that he would not open the door if the other party didn't bring it.

Donald has repeatedly said that breakfast has to be paid extra.

He also pretended not to hear many times.

"Uh...I really haven't heard of it."

"Haha, it's the battery, you should have heard of that."

"what?"

Donald got up from his chair and looked over there. He knew the name. He had never seen the "battery" contained in the box.

The metal cylinders are close together, the top is a top-shaped silver protrusion, several lines of unknown material connect the two ends, and two metal picks are sandwiched at the edge, and the overall size is the size of a palm.

In fact, batteries already exist in this era. Yesterday, the Time magazine I read in the corner bookstore clearly mentioned inventions in this area. In some metropolitan cities with relatively open minds, electricity is becoming a hot topic.

Of course, only in some big cities, such as Preston, batteries are still something that only a small group of people know about, which is why Sherlock needs to spend a lot of money to buy them.

"How does this work? The size of a palm... There's no place to plug it, right?"

Donald's impression of the battery is still the existence that was mounted on various remote controls in his previous life, a palm-sized object, how big is this remote control?

"Stop it? Why fortify it? It has other uses. Well, for the sake of your special job later, I'll make an exception to demonstrate it to you. Look carefully, this device is very crucial."

Pick up the spherical object in the iron plate next to the fireplace, and walk to the table while swaying. Put all the things in the box on the table. They are a metal half-height box, a box of small parts, and other useful items. The glass bottle contains about 1 ear (about 140ML) of pale yellow liquid.

"This is......"

Donald stared at the transparent bottle marked with a measuring stick, his eyes narrowed.

"If you dare to say that the liquid inside is urine, my demonstration will end here. It's not funny."

Sherlock's ability to observe words is very strong, which is confirmed by Donald's contact during this period of time.

However, when he said this, his mouth was grinning.

"Then what kind of liquid is in here?"

Holding the battery in his hand, he got up from the chair to make way for the boss.

"I bought it in the underground market. The seller said that it is specially used for the brewing and separation of materials. Later, I can use an alcohol lamp to distill out the things that are really used. You are not allowed to ask about the materials. It's a secret, I won't tell you."

Pour the medicinal liquid into the metal box, and then put the "ball" in his hand into it. Donald looked at it carefully. It was an air-dried eyeball, which was simply curious.

"Dried Hawkeye?"

"Yo, my memory is not bad. After so many days, I still remember it. Did you secretly memorize the content?"

"How is it possible? It's not because this thing is too special. I translated it at the time, and I wrote it down at a glance. I was very impressed."

The material that Donald had translated before really only remembered this, the air-dried eagle eyeballs. These are all curious things.

"It's okay, it's not a novelty, I saw more than a dozen air-dried ... fly larvae when I was shopping. Would it really be **** or...that would be disgusting."

When Sherlock started to pause, Donald had a bad premonition, and sure enough, what he said was scary enough.

"Don't say it, I promise I will never ask for the material again, the milk I just drank, please."

Donald covered his mouth and retched twice. Does he have to talk about this kind of stuff right after breakfast?

"That's about it. You hand me the Phillips screwdriver in the box."

Seeing the uncomfortable look of his assistant, Sherlock couldn't stop smiling. He removed the two picks on the edge of the battery with a screwdriver. The brass wire was wrapped around the tip into a ball of thread and inserted into the small holes at both ends of the metal box. Donald hadn't seen it before.

He took out a few semi-circles from the small box next to them and surrounded the holes on both sides. Donald noticed that they were black, rubber gaskets?

"The next step is the switch, you see."

Pressing a small button in the middle of the battery, first there was a clicking sound inside the battery, and then the liquid medicine in the metal box began to roll, and the air-dried eagle eye in the middle remained unchanged for the time being.

"Electrolyzed water? It's not about producing that..."

As a liberal arts student in his previous life, Donald's limited chemical knowledge was actually just a few simple chemical equations, watching Sherlock's serious behavior.

I always feel that something is not right.

I knew earlier that I had studied mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and I was a scientist in this world, and I was also a scientist with a high degree of forward-looking thinking.

Tsk tsk tsk...it sounds like a high-end character.

The Ryan Empire, which has a strong religious atmosphere, is now groping on the road of science.

Unfortunately, Donald is destined to be unable to be a pioneer. Maybe he can flap his wings a little?

"What do you say, what to produce? This is the first step. The air-dried eagle eye is the main material. There are still many processes in the real output. Now, do you see if there are some other things in the liquid? ."

Bending over and leaning over, Sherlock and Sherlock were head-to-head. Air-dried eagle eyes were surrounded by the liquid medicine. There were indeed some black particles.

Is this science?

Donald scratched the back of his head. He couldn't tell whether it was the effect of electrolyzed water, the effect of medicinal liquid, or the special effect produced by the combination of the two.

"What's really useful is what's coming out now. It's a troublesome process to collect. Donald, do you have time to study experimental science? People who know how to prepare medicines are very popular in the market now."

It can be seen that Sherlock is also a novice, and the success of the experiment is more exciting than Donald.

Most people lack scientific common sense. This is the limitation of the times. The popularization of education is still a problem. Science has been born, but too many forces are restricting its development.

But one thing is undeniable, a wave created by the human self is rolling in, and some inherent things are being changed bit by bit.

ding dong~

The doorbell rings.

Donald was interrupted trying to guide Sherlock about the usefulness of the new appearance.

"A new commission?"

"No, it's a special job you have to do this afternoon, organize your translated documents, and don't let outsiders see them."

I don't know since when, Donald has been out of the name of outsiders, and now he is "inner".

"Hello, I'm a Stranger Reporter, Marcelo Blaise, I didn't expect Detective Swift...so young and promising."

Dressed smartly, holding a notebook in his left hand, he looked Donald up and down.

"No, I'm not a detective, Donald Grant, just an assistant."

"Mr. Grant's temperament is not like an assistant."

As a reporter, Marcelo has absolute confidence in his eyes.