The Economics of Prophecy

The experimental desk in the curator's office was lit with flames from two types of glass bottles, a carpeted glass bottle and a thick candle. Circular areas are marked around flames, with instruments such as test tubes and chalet on one side and medium on the other.

Between the two flames I was moving my arms nervously.

Gacha

I panicked and stopped my right hand when I was about to take the glass lid out of the sterile area. As soon as possible, my left hand hit an empty chalet.

"Not a little too clumsy, Vinder"

"Right. You're disqualified as a food dealer."

Complaints flew from behind me. The product we're dealing with, "honey", can't be used a little bit softly. It's very conservative.

"Oh, the pipette I made is crying."

I could also hear the blur from across the table.

"Oh, already, mess with the air, Ngu! …………

I held my mouth in a hurry.

"" "Ha..." "

Prla, Lilka and Noel sighed together. By the way, Prla is helping me create distilled water, and Lilka is helping me wash things with Vinaldia. It really helps in situations where it is difficult to hire people for confidentiality purposes.

It's painful to ask a future Gold Chamber child to do such chores, but the Central Garden members who saw Alfina washing the test tube behind me on my way to Chalet the other day voluntarily cooperated even though this one didn't say anything.

No, I know.... I mean, the Empire is bad.

This past week, I've been saddened by the inconvenience of invisible organisms. The first two prepared mediums, one that did nothing, did nothing after two days. And once, if you opened the lid for just a few minutes, four bacteria-like colonies and two molds grew.

Until this point, it is as expected. The fact that the chalet that didn't open the lid was safe told me that the minimum conditions were in place just by passing the heat through. A growing colony on an open chalet showed that the medium could play a role.

But the presence of that microbe bothers me. It was difficult to exclude uninvited guests, the so-called contami.

My hand is the biggest possible source of contamination. Then the air. All the cloth was boiled and disinfected, and the distilled liquor was further distilled to produce a high concentration of alcohol. Dilute it slightly for hand sanitization. Alcohol lamps were made with stock solution. The candle flames alone scared the impurity mix when flying disinfected alcohol from the appliance.

By thoroughly disinfecting hands and appliances and preventing mold and bacteria from coming down from above with the rising airflow that creates the flame, the chance that something will grow just by finally opening the lid of the medium was reduced to one in ten pieces.

Anyway, the intrusion from above was inevitable. Modern warfare was not the only thing that mattered about the right to control airspace. Conversely, as long as we secure the right to control the airspace, the raids from the sides are no big deal. But if my hands are beautiful.

That's about the limit. Anyway, just getting here reduces the budget set aside from the Chancellery by an amazing amount of momentum. I saw a flame of alcohol lamps with cursing eyes. Literally, time is money as it is.

Unlike in previous life, when alcohol was easily bought in pharmacies and sterilized packs were readily available. Enough to think about inverting everything and developing instruments that can be operated.

I'd like to think that if the Fulsey lab oven was finished, it would be a little better. Compared to alcohol, firewood is just like that.

Anyway, I've been able to reduce the probability of contami within acceptable limits over the past week. Today is the day to finally determine the dilution magnification of the fungal fluid. Of course, it's a test using soil that I just took from the roots of a tree in the backyard of the college, not from red forest soil.

I set up a pipette. Three test tubes of the glass earlier in the pinky were prepared.

Using a spoon, the soil was taken from the bottle into a chalet and poured water. When the memory of the pipette is set to [19] by twisting the screws, [19] units of water are poured into the three test tubes. And when the pipette is set to [1], the soil is sucked up by [1] the melted supernatant.

By the way, where [1] units are approximately 0.05 cc? I feel like I weighed 0.001 cc in my previous life, but if it's the standard in this world, it's precision manipulation. Moreover, it can be heated and disinfected, and does not affect acids or alkalis. I mean, I don't even have a funny chemical reaction with the sample. Long live Magic Guide Kim.

Add [1] to the first test tube. Twenty-fold dilution because the fungal solution has [19] water relative to [1]. Stir the diluted test tube and suck [1] out of it and do the same thing again. Now four hundred times diluted. I don't know the concentration of the first fungal fluid, so this is how I shake the conditions.

Place [1] of fungal fluid from each test tube in the chalet of the three gelatin media provided and spread it using the small dragonfly made by Noel. This is also made of magic gold. Using poor metal can kill bacteria. In my previous life, I made glass bars bent, but I can't expect such precision from glass bars in this world.

"After all, what are you doing with this?"

said Vinaldia, who is helping me wash things.

"Simply put, the task is to isolate every little mucus in the soil."

"Suppose there were 2,000 little mucuses in the first of these muddy waters [1]. The first bottle, diluted twenty times in the test tube, makes 100 in [1], and the second one diluted twenty times more becomes five."

"In calculation, yes. But you don't know because you can't see."

Fulsey, who was coming behind me at some point, said.

"This is the case at the moment, but from now on, the mucus sown in the chalet will grow more and more as it absorbs the nutrition of the medium: one in two and two in four. Approximately 1,000 if that is repeated ten times. It's a million if it's repeated ten more times. Then you'll be visible as a group. A pure population of descendants, originally increased from one, is called colonies. See, here it is."

I showed the unsuccessful chalet. The chalet has three colonies the size of a yellow fingertip. And I see one mold. I see this is how Fleming discovered penicillin. Unfortunately, they're not blue mold, and mold is going to lose to bacteria.

"This was originally three little mucuses and one mold spore coming down from the air, and that's more stuff. Even the mildew on the bread will be spotty."

"Hmm, one at a time, even if it's small, if we get together, it looks big. It's the same as that warcraft."

Fulsey said. That's the thing. Most importantly, this doesn't make such an active move.

"Now that we have a collection of mucuses per dilution magnification, if we have a colony, we can finally complete a preliminary experiment."

In fact, there must be species with a lot of individuals and species that don't. Depending on the size of the colony required for the assay (test), two or three hundred colonies per chalet would be the limit.

In the first place, even if there were 100 bacteria, only 10 could be cultured under this condition. Even if 100 could be cultured, there could also be a pungent result that 99 were of the same species of colony, and only two if taken as bacteria types.

Well, I'm a little creative about that.

"I see what you're saying. But the point is not yet. How do you know there's something there that has to do with magic?"

"Some of the very small mucuses that have lived in the midst of the red forest have evolved so that they can take in and use their chi... the changed species or the species that try to get spills from them. Or the hypothesis is that there must have been species that took in the temper and advanced the means to counter the enhanced mucus."

If there is a stream of gold, a company is created there. Organisms can also be understood as companies where molecules are gathered and organized against energy flows.

And it's not a complete coincidence that the substance Penicillin, which kills bacteria from mold, was discovered in a previous life. Mold and bacteria have a competitive relationship in the background. Just like the human world, the world of bacteria should be created by a complex combination of cooperation and competition.

Of course, even if there were such bacteria, it's not necessarily the kind that would be successfully cultured. But it's actually screening (sorting), including that. Even if there are bacteria that produce great magic catalysts, they can't grow slowly or be cultured without a special medium.

In addition, the bet is that with vast varieties of bacteria, some species will be easy to cultivate in creating substances that respond to magic. Given the changing color of red forest soil, I don't think it's even that bad of a bet.

Plus, I take samples from everywhere. Even if the odds of winning are one in 10,000 lottery tickets, if you buy ten sets of 10,000 tickets, you almost win.

The problem is the establishment of an assay system for sorting wins out of those millions of lottery tickets. Thanks to Noel, the operation is more streamlined than I imagined, and there is a full-sea for the assay.

"... just to be clear, it's hard to believe. Not the best I've ever heard of you. I feel something horrible. You can't just watch this and not see it. How soon will it be?"

"I don't know. I didn't know sterile manipulation alone would cost this much. It's a battle against time."

In the West, Craig has managed to put in place a system to besiege Kazel. Apparently the Empire is either wary of pollen or not attacking the position.

It's just that a separate squad that tried to drop Morant to isolate Kasel was apparently run over by horse dragon troops. The small number and the large spacing of the queues were not densely arranged, so the damage was small.

And it seems that the key Eastern Imperial Army has made no move so far after consolidating the passage from Kurtheit to the Great River to the north. Perhaps you are wary of the devastation of the horse dragon squad, but there is no guarantee that you will always be adulterated.