Master of Thermodynamics

After hearing Alietti’s proposal to "poison the civilians," Vasilit was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed. He drew a bi-monthly pattern representing the Father God on his chest, and muttered in a low voice:

"Life is the gospel given by the Father, and death is the kindness given by the Father..."

He agreed with Arrietty's suggestion.

In normal times, killing nearly a thousand civilians in one breath is definitely a demon's act, and only the most cruel talent can do it. Sadly, under the background of the invasion of the black orcs, this has actually become a kind of kindness.

Since the abducted civilians cannot be saved, instead of letting them be killed by the black **** and then eaten, it is better to poison the civilians and let them die happily without experiencing terrible torture.

This logic is extremely absurd, but also extremely sad.

For the weak, this distorted world is like hell. They can't control their own destiny, life and death are in the hands of others, and even a happy death has become a kind of "kindness."

Alietti let out a sigh of relief. From a leather bag placed next to her body, she took out a small black glass bottle engraved with gorgeous patterns, and whispered:

"This is a powerful poison extracted from Mozhi's'Bloody Corolla'. My grandfather called it the'Blood Crown Toxin'. This small bottle of poison is enough to poison..."

Having said that, she paused intentionally, and then increased her tone.

"...Thousands of people were poisoned!"

Vasilite raised his brows, a trace of shock appeared in his eyes, and then turned to doubts.

Why isn't such a powerful poison used to deal with the Black Orcs?

Just imagine, if the poison was thrown into the black orc army, wouldn't it be possible to kill hundreds of people at once?

Isn’t it a pity to waste it on civilians?

Arrietty noticed Vasilite's question, she smiled and continued to explain.

"Unfortunately, the blood crown poison can only be effective against ordinary people, because it is more sensitive to mana. The higher the mana level, the stronger the resistance to poison. The black hybrid soldier's mana level far exceeds that of ordinary people. At most it will only make them stiff and slow."

"If you want to use it to poison the black orcs, the only way is to let them drink water mixed with poison..."

Arrietty spread her hands and said:

"However, the smell of blood crown poison is very obvious..."

Vasilit suddenly showed regret.

It seems that this kind of poison is just a kind of poison, no wonder the Castro family has never used it.

Arrietty said again:

"After the family got the **** corolla, they tried to cultivate this magic plant and improve the poison. Unfortunately, both attempts failed. For this reason, the family also lost 2 magic plant cultivators and 1 potionist... …"

On the magic boat, Xiao En and others, who gradually recovered from their grief, seemed to have entered a brand new world. Everything on the boat made them feel extremely novel.

Entering the cabin all the way from the deck, the three people were surprised to find that the ship turned out to be an incredible all-metal ship.

The deck is made of metal, the stairs are made of metal, and the bulkheads are also made of metal. Even the sleeping bed is especially metal.

God, why can an iron ship float on the water?

This group is really rich. How much steel does this all-metal ship consume? How much does it cost?

Another thing that surprised the three of them was that there were no oarsmen on the boat.

The inland navigation of the Thousand Lakes Kingdom is extremely developed, and every inland river boat is absolutely indispensable for oarsmen, especially when the boat is against the tide, if there is no oarsman, the wooden boat can not move a step.

But on this weird iron boat, the three of them didn’t see a rower. The iron boat, as if it had been cast by a legendary magic, went upstream, surprisingly fast, and it looked like it was on the surface of the river. It's the same as "flying".

The layout of the cabin is equally amazing.

The double-layer metal bed and the metal table at the head of the bed are fixed to the floor or wall by some strange hexagonal iron rings (bolts).

The bed was extremely soft and comfortable. Sitting on the bed, half of my buttocks were trapped in it, as if sitting on a pile of woolen blankets.

No, it's softer than a wool blanket.

Xiao En quietly pulled the linen sheets printed with the yellow grid, and found a large piece of gray stuff on the metal bed. There seemed to be many bubbles on the surface, and when he pressed his palm, he fell deeply into it.

This is the latest achievement of the Materials Laboratory of the Rune Institute-sponge.

Since Renault issued the order to develop sponges, it took more than two months for the laboratory to come up with something that surprised Renault. He named it "Darumian" because its main material is A kind of gum that is secreted by a shrub called "Daru".

Darumian not only has all the advantages of conventional sponges, such as heat preservation, heat insulation, sound absorption, shock absorption, and air permeability, but also its toughness and strength are very good, and it is difficult to cut with a knife.

At the request of Renault, the newly established Daruma manufacturing plant and the first batch of Daruma were all made into mattresses and equipped in the territory's fleet.

"Mr. Sean, Mr. Shifiro, Mr. Banker, come and have something to eat..."

At lunch time, Lanster sent them ten "poop-stirring sticks" and a large bowl of hot sea vegetable soup.

The "stirring feces stick" is a joke of the island guards for instant dry food, because this thing is so hard, it is like a "stone stick" polished from stone, and it is a big bag when it hits the head.

The three of Xiao En took the dung stick, tore open the layer of paper wrapped outside, looked at it over and over for a while, and squeezed it hard with their hands, with a look of confusion.

Isn't this a stone?

Is it really edible?

If they hadn't heard the words "eat something" just now, they must have thought that they were holding some kind of stone throwing weapon.

Lanster laughed:

"Everyone, soak them in seaweed soup for a while and they will soften..."

"Due to conditions, I can only invite three people to a potluck meal, but trust me, it tastes good..."

The three hurriedly put the shit-stirring sticks in the wooden bowl and stared at the wooden bowl eagerly.

As the dark red surface of the dung-stirring stick was soaked in the green sea vegetable soup, an alluring scent filled the three people.

After waiting for 2 minutes, the three people who were already hungry couldn't help it anymore. They picked up the **** stick and bit on it.

The rich flavor of fish, the refreshing of vegetables, the fineness of oil, the salty taste of sea salt, and the pungent and umami taste of spices all broke out in the mouth.

good to eat!

They realized that this turned out to be a delicious fish.

Mr. Lanster was right, it tasted great.

Oops, the gentlemen on the iron ship are so kind, the food provided is actually all meat...

How can this be a simple meal, this is obviously a big meal...

The three of them gobbled up the ten shit-stirring sticks, and even drank the sea vegetable soup used to make the sticks.

They touched their belly, feeling still unfulfilled.

The three of them deeply felt that this lunch was their most delicious and satisfying lunch in the past six months or so.