book of old days

Chapter 243

Sean nodded and agreed, animal experiments can be done.

"But this has brought a trouble." Martin said suddenly.

"What's the trouble?"

"The problem of reproduction, although this kind of worm is very miraculous, once it enters the organism, it will transform into a part of the organism's body. It cannot reproduce in large numbers like ordinary parasites, and at the same time, it cannot mate like ordinary insects. Breeding, I have been observing them for several days, and they seem to do nothing but eat every day.

This makes breeding a very troublesome thing. I haven't figured out how they can breed more. "

Sean wondered, "Why do you breed them?"

"Do you need to ask, such a magical creature, think about how many things it can do if you can make good use of it, and if you can't master the ecology of this worm, if it is not controlled, how much harm it can cause , no matter what kind of purpose it is, it is necessary to master its biological laws.

Seriously, where the hell did you get this thing from? "

Shawn shook his head, and his expression became gradually dignified.

I have to ask Ulysses about all this. I don’t know where he found this creature. Judging from the situation where he distributed meatballs to the poor, there should be a lot of such worms.

Just don't know how many worm symbionts he has developed by now.

What role do you want to play in this incident?

It stands to reason that this kind of situation that may pose a huge threat should be reported to the police, the city hall of Sword Castle, or simply go to the Society of Rationality, but the question is, what good will it do for me?Maybe it will cause trouble for the upper body.

Sean was somewhat entangled in his heart, but after thinking about it for a while, he decided not to participate in it for the time being. Unless this kind of worm was related to the ancient gods, outer gods, or the old rulers, he could stay out of it.

Besides, the Institute of Rationalism is so powerful, wouldn't it be unnoticed at all?
By the way, I can also see the ability of the Rational Society to respond to such supernatural events.

When Sean walked out of Martin's house, he was still worried, but he was not worried about what disaster these worms would cause, but worried about whether something would happen to Martin.

Martin is a eccentric with a weird temper. It is difficult to judge this kind of people with common sense, so although Martin promises not to act rashly or take unnecessary risks, Sean really has no confidence in whether he can do it .

He would really envy the protagonists in the time-traveling novels he had read in the past. His subordinates were loyal, and the people he met could either accept their heads and worship them, or they could subdue them for his own use with just a few words.

Issued orders are always perfectly executed.

It's not as troublesome as he is, and I'm afraid of accidents when I ask someone to help.

But this kind of thing can only be thought about. Reality is not a novel, and there are not so many foolproof things.

Walking on Butcher Street, which had a stench, Sean thought he might as well stop by to buy some meat, just as the castle's storage room needed to be replenished.

When he came to a butcher shop, Sean wanted to buy [-] pounds of fresh beef. Although Jianbao has a lot of meat consumer products, fresh meat is not very common, because of the lack of fresh-keeping technology, it is always difficult to buy fresh beef. good thing.

Then he bought some bacon sausage and a kind of garlic sausage called 'Samite'. This kind of sausage has a lot of minced garlic and chili peppers. It only needs to be slightly roasted and can be eaten directly. The taste is so-so, but Convenience wins.

There are also some bacons. To say that there are not many delicacies in Brighton, this bacon is definitely a delicacy worth tasting.

He put most of the meat into the Dimension Pocket, and only held a pack of sausages wrapped in oiled paper as a pretense, and hired a carriage to go home.

He was still thinking about the worms when he first got into the carriage, but it didn't take long for the smell of sausages in the greased paper bag to make his thoughts shift to what he was going to eat tonight.

Just thinking about whether these sausages should be grilled or fried, with bread or oatmeal biscuits, the carriage stopped suddenly, and a loud sound came from outside the window. Sean poked his head out. The carriage will be parked at the Lane River Bridge At one end, the bridge was crowded with people.

A group of policemen were arguing with some farmers who were driving a carriage. Behind the carriage, there were many tramps, beggars, and perhaps thieves in ragged clothes.

A few army soldiers stood guard with rifles raised, but more were patrol officers in black uniforms.

"What happened up front?"

He poked his head out and asked the coachman.

"It's Mr. Cleanup, probably cleaning up the beggars and homeless people on the streets again."

Sean knew what was going on just by looking at the clothes of those people. Most of these people were farmers who lost their land in the countryside. Brighton’s textile technology has advanced by leaps and bounds in recent decades, and the demand for cotton and wool has increased. The land was annexed by big landowners and factory owners (often these two people are the same kind of people), causing farmers to go to the city from time to time to beg for a living.

Speaking of it, it is quite similar to the sheep-cannibalism movement in another world.

The people in power in Sword Castle are happy to hear about this situation. These desperate farmers are a very good (cheap) source of workers. Otherwise, given the manpower consumption of factories in this era, the population in the city is simply not enough.

And industry is the largest source of tax revenue for Sword Castle. The Sword Castle authorities even promulgated the Unemployed Vagrant Management Act, prohibiting vagrancy and begging. Once found, they will be sent to the factory.

But farmers are not stupid. No one wants to enter the factory unless it is absolutely necessary.

Violent conflicts are inevitable.

The Sword Castle authorities regularly launch large-scale clean-up activities, dispatching the army and patrol police to drive away homeless people, beggars, and thieves on the street, and concentrate on arresting them, sometimes involving some innocent passers-by.

However, the briefing authorities are usually not relentless, and it doesn’t matter even if they are dead. Even a corpse can at least be sold to a medical school or a dental clinic as a perfect consumable.

In a sense, cities in this era exist like black holes devouring life.

The carriage couldn't pass, so Sean had to get out of the carriage and walk home from the bridge.

Judging people by their appearance is a very normal behavior in this era. Because they are well-dressed, the policemen and army soldiers have no intention of stopping them, and even kindly stop them between the homeless men and Sean.

Sean was about to quickly walk past the crowd, but unexpectedly saw him approaching, and many homeless people sitting on the ground got excited and started clamoring one after another.

"Why did you let him pass?"

"I am also a good citizen, let me go!"

"Good sir, help me, I can be your servant."

Sean frowned helplessly in the face of the people surrounding him. He couldn't bear this kind of situation the most, but he would rather face the beasts and undead.

He quickly circled around, trying to bypass these people. It wasn't because he was cold-blooded, but because there were too many people, and he couldn't help him at all. Besides, Sean always felt a little alienated from the world, not so much. Feelings of compassion.

However, she was stopped by a middle-aged woman who was in a senior grade. The woman had a sad expression unique to people of this era on her face, and she was holding a little girl in her arms.

Well done, generous gentleman, my daughter hasn't eaten in days.

Sean had no choice but to pass the sausage in his hand after thinking for a while. Taking advantage of the time when the woman took the sausage to thank him, Sean crossed sideways and quickly fled the place.

Back home, Sean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)