Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 99: The Old Street at Night

In fact, the woodland is generally nothing, and it's usually very sparse.

In addition to returning from school every day to ask the Theories, Claude is also staying in the pharmacy lab to read books if nothing happens. Sometimes go up the mountain to collect some herbs and come back to do some medicine treatment practice. Dinner is usually served by one person in a random way. Occasionally, we also work with the Theories to cook a few dishes for everyone to try.

The Theories are also busy, although they are not busy watching the foresters' work, but their own personal work. For example, they opened five or six acres of mountain fields on the hillside, planted potato rye, and raised dozens of chickens in a large circle in the woods, laying 20 or 30 eggs each day...

The Theories, however, had obtained permission from Mrs. Maria to carry out these personal tasks, and the Theories were themselves part of the Normanly family. Both husband and wife, one son and one daughter, have grown up and signed a domestic servant agreement with the Normanly family to be servants in the Duke of Normanly. Brother is the Viscount's closest servant, sister is the Viscount's closest maid, and the Theories are just looking for a place to retire.

This woodland in White Deer Town serves only two purposes for the Normanly family. One is the origin of the family, where Baron Afis was born. Although he is a shoemaker in White Deer Town, his father is a forest watchman in this woodland.

Second, for vacation. Lady Maria loves the cleanliness of the place and has built a drug laboratory that comes to this woodland every year for a relaxing day. Here she can just do the experiment instead of in Wangdu, often interrupt the experiment to welcome the visitor to the door for medical attention...

The woodland covers approximately seventy-three hectares, one hundred hectares in the Kingdom of Orvillas, and three hills near the estate villa are privately owned by the Normanly family. For more than 50 years, there has been no logging or production in the forest farms, so densely planted with weeds, that there are signs of development towards pristine forests.

The only two guardians of such a large forest area are the Theories, whose greatest duty is to patrol the entire forest area along the mountain roads at intervals, so long as no one comes to steal the trees, it will be over. Now that Claude has an extra head of the forest farm, the task of the tour has been entrusted to Claude.

For Claude, a tour of the woods was a simple job, and it would take him less than an hour to ride the black horse Jamie around the mountain with a fireline gun. Unless he sees a wild chicken rabbit or something, or picks some herbs, he doesn't have to patrol every day, just run down the hill every other couple of days. Whether or not trees have been felled is clear at first glance, and even if someone comes to sneak off mountain roads they will not be able to move out...

When the Theories visited the woodlands, they took a big vine basket, picked up some mushrooms along the mountain road or something, went back to the sun and got it to the open market for sale, and made some change for themselves. Claude didn't need it, he spent most of his time in the drug lab reading books or handling medicines.

Go to school during the day, come back after school to visit the woodland, and occasionally go home to talk to your parents, play with your younger siblings and little snowdogs before going back to the woodland. At night, I read books in the pharmacy lab to learn about pharmacology. When I have time, I go to the woodlands and nearby mountains to collect herbs and come back for treatment. Claude's life is simple and fulfilling.

Knowing that he is in business now, the three partners rarely visit him in the woods. Bok Al was busy following his father in his business and went to his own business office every day after school as a buddy. And Eriksson and Velikro mix together, either fishing or sailing in a small fishing boat on Lake Beringa, and occasionally the harvest brings Claude some fish for a meal in the woods before returning.

Claude is currently studying primary therapeutics for the rest of his time, except for meditation, which is basically a trial of refining synthetic drugs in a single batch. He just regretted that the synthesis of primary therapeutic agents was not so easy, that more than a dozen trials had been conducted to successfully extract three tubes of the synthetic agent, and there was no guarantee that it would have a therapeutic effect.

Claude is going to put some more serial trap sets in the weed bushes deep in the woodland, grab some live Wild Chicken Mountain Rabbits or something and come back for a drug test. See if your refining the synthetic primary treatment is effective.

The book says that excellent quality primary therapeutics can be distinguished by colour and clarified with green. And Claude looked at the three tubes of medicine he had refined and synthesized, and he always felt a little cloudy. This is also the main reason why he did not dare to use a knife to draw a mouth on his arm to refine the efficacy of these three tubes of medicine.

The next day Claude grabbed three fat rabbits and two wild chickens where he had set his own trap. It seems that the Normanly Forest Farm has few visitors, and these little preys are plentiful and can be caught several more times. Towards the end of October, winter was approaching, and these rabbit wild chickens all looked fat, and Claude thought it was a shame to use them for drug trials.

Claude, who returned to the pharmacy lab, took a fat rabbit and opened a large mouth on it with a direct knife, bleeding out. Pull out the pine plug on the glass tube, pour the medicine over the wound, and throw the rabbit in the cage to watch it struggle.

Half an hour later, Claude found that the knife on the rabbit wasn't bleeding, but the rabbit was hard, too. Obviously, all three of these primary therapeutics were refined and synthesized on their own. No wonder Lady Maria has always cautioned that every step must be done carefully and meticulously when experimenting with drugs. Otherwise, refining synthetic drugs is ineffective or trivial. The worst fear is to become poison, so that the healer will not become harmful.

Probably a drug handling problem. Isn't it isolated or filtered? It has to be said that the steps of handling medicines with those instruments are too complicated. Claude remembers that Master Landers also recorded detailed steps in the diary for the preparation of primary therapeutics, saying that this was the simplest alchemy experiment, and that it was easy for a cyclic grammar in the alchemy magic array to produce the perfect quality of primary therapeutics...

Claude remembered the address Mrs. Maria gave him when she walked away, the underground magic market that opened at the underground acquisition point in White Deer Town. It's too early to go for a walk to see if there are the right magic items to sell, and if you're lucky, you might be able to acquire the magic materials to set up the Alchemy Character Array.

Claude thinks the biggest difference between herself and Mrs. Maria is that Mrs. Maria sees herself as a pharmacist and doesn't care much about her identity as a magician. Claude saw magic as his first choice, and he saw no need to use magic to test drugs like Mrs. Maria did.

As long as an alchemy magic bullet array is set up, then whether it is a drug test or something else, Claude can do it in the alchemy magic bullet array, rather than treating the drug as troublesome as he is now, and accidentally abandon it slightly.

Claude threw a fat rabbit at Theory, told him he was going down the hill to eat at his mother's house, then pulled Jamie Black out of the stables and onto the carriage, threw a wild chicken and a rabbit on the carriage, and left in the carriage.

When she got home just in time, her mother started cooking dinner, and Claude brought a fat rabbit and wild chicken as a side dish. Fat rabbit made red burn, wild chicken stew soup, Claude lived another half day to kill the chicken rabbit, and then his brother Brooke hung around with the little snow dog for half a day. Soon it was dinner time.

During the meal, Mr. Morsan routinely asked about the woodland and asked Claude to do well, not to fail the trust of Baroness Maria.

Albert sat on the side and ate and drank. After eating, he went out and grew. He didn't say hello. Claude said he brought the rabbit and the wild chicken with him the most, but he didn't even shake his tail like a snow dog...

Mother asked if Claude had finished eating and went back. Claude shook her head and said she needed to go shopping and do some medicine experiments. Mr. Morsan cautioned against spending money and went back early.

Claude didn't take the carriage, Mrs. Maria gave the address in the ghetto, and it wasn't safe to go there at night. Claude doesn't want to expose himself, either, and it's convenient to get out of here alone in case anything happens.

It's dark, most shops on the street are closed, and only the candlelight from the windows of the house next to the road can barely illuminate the ground. The closer you get to the ghetto, the fewer windows light up the candlelight, and most of the pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, but the people on the old street are loud and the lights are bright.

Claude is wearing a black robe, which is rainproof and has a look like a raincoat from a past life. Then surround your face with a grey napkin and reveal only a pair of eyes. This kind of outfit may be eye-catching during the day, but here, four or five out of ten pedestrians are dressed like this. Whether they go to the Old Street for fun or for something else, this outfit best hides their true face and identity.

Claude used to hear from Erickson and Bockall that Old Street is now the moon of White Deer Town. When Claude used to pass by the old Monk's fishing gear and onboard supplies dealership in Vakuri during the day, he just felt like Shawther on the Old Street. The dilapidated wood and stone houses on both sides of the road are closed doors with few pedestrians.

I didn't expect the Old Street to become so lively at night, almost all the doors on both sides of the street were open, a woman standing or sitting in front of the door unaccompanied or just dressed in little clothes and branches, the old little fat, thin, beautiful ugly can be said to have everything, and even some two-story house windows poked out a woman waving around to solicit business.

Many pedestrians in the street turn back one step at a time, and some come close to the woman he met in the past and whisper about the price, either dragged by the woman into the house or the price didn't come together, or regretted to cause the woman to curse and the man's warlord to flee. Others stood up more daringly in the street to solicit guests, and the pedestrians were not strange. Instead, they took the opportunity to touch two hands on them to make fun of each other for a while...

Claude looked up and looked at the sky. It's not even 8: 00 yet, so many people are so lively. I thought this time was kind of early. There's nobody here...

Just avoiding the pull of a woman with white powder on her face, Claude heard a somewhat familiar voice, looking forward, but Albert was standing under a roof not far away bargaining with a woman. The woman is very spicy and has a loud voice. It means don't come without money. There is no credit for this. I won't promise to accompany you without a penny...

Claude wanted to laugh, but immediately remembered that he was still on the old street, wearing a robe that covered his body and covered his face with nappy towels, and even acquaintances wouldn't recognize themselves. So he walked generously in front of Albert and watched as a bunch of pussies dug him down there.

17 Flower Stone Lane, Old Street, this is the address Mrs. Maria gave him on that note.

This stone alley is small enough to accommodate a carriage passing by. The dark lacquer in the alley lacks a hint of light, and the candlelight shines through the old streets outside.

Claude noticed that Flower Stone Lane stood not far from the alley on this side of Old Street by four flustered men, who should be the keepers of order on this old street. Strangely enough, the four men obviously saw themselves in the alley, out of character with the pedestrians on the street, but they only looked at themselves a few times and didn't come to question them, as if the alley was out of line with them.

Claude thought about it and turned around into the alley...