The Economics of Prophecy

Most of my luggage moved to the new lab in the curator's office, and I was lighting a single chalet. The table is stacked with nine flipped chalets.

The precious alcohol lamp is off. Above the amber medium, visible in the candlelight, there is a surprising colony. It's a little yellow, and I can't even say it's beautiful in flattery. Various sizes, but about 1mm in diameter on average?

"It doesn't sound like a point. Nevertheless, the way it looks...... pup"

"Sioux, heh, heh.............................................. oh shut up already"

I told Vinaldia I would rip the cloth that covered my mouth and nose. It's a cloth for not inhaling harmful gases during the dyeing operation that Vinaldia has prepared for you. Now the opposite is because germs don't fly out of my mouth. Looks like an old comic book bank robber from a previous life, but I can't complain because the success rate of sterile manipulation has improved a lot.

I prepared eleven first, but only one mold grew. I don't know if it's Contami [mixed] or the mold spores that were in the soil about this, so I think it was a perfect mental health operation.

"Still, I think I'm better at it."

"I don't want anyone else to do it."

"I don't know, are you talking about the sickness?

"Oh, I'm the only one who can deal with it in case."

Of course I can't deal with it. I just don't understand the real risk of what I'm doing right now to a human without the concept of germs. That's the only risk I can take.

Of course, it's self-satisfying because there's a risk of just being nearby like this.

"Well, there shouldn't be a level of easy air infection...... Okay, count."

Apply inky aqueous dye to the brush of the horse's hair and draw a cross line behind the chalet. Vinaldia brought me some paint on this glass.

Later even counts. Hey, hey, hey, hey, mark five colonies from behind the chalet. Draw a single horizontal line on the paper beside you. Mark another five again and draw a vertical line below the horizontal line.

When I finished marking all the colonies in one compartment, the paper had fifteen [positive] letters and one [below] written on it. Seventy-eight colonies in a quarter of the chalet. Overall, it means 300.

"That's a good calculation."

About a week from the start of the experiment. With the sterile operation, I was finally working on the red forest soil I had saved in the ice chamber of the Grand Duke's mansion. There is only soil in the woods on boulders and bacterial density is higher than the soil in the college yard. The dilution rate could be adjusted accordingly to obtain just the right number of colonies of about 300 per shire.

The chalet is ten in all, so we can look into about 3,000 bacteria. The question is, is this a lot or less? If it's all E. coli, I can cry. No, this E. coli over here might have super power.

"It's finally time for Non."

Fulsey, who was watching the Imperial Enchantress at his desk, busted his hand with the ring in place and stood up with the black paper in his hand. From here on out, there's nothing I can do about it.

"Don't open the lid if you're wrong."

"I get it. But why is it coming from black soil? I know you're looking for materials that inhibit magic, like walls in this room..."

Fulsey's eyes looked at the bottle. The sauce of this colony is in the red forest, the soil at the roots of the very slightly growing green grass. The colour itself is the same as ordinary forest soil.

You think red soil under red plants seems more interesting. I know how you feel.

"The first experiment is simpler and easier to evaluate, isn't it? Red soil, a small mucus actively using magic can have many effects. On the other hand, those who prevent it will have a simple action. The other is the cost. In the case of red soil, it may not work unless cultured in the presence of magic. At the end of the day, it's dangerous."

It is more likely that being away from the human living environment is more dangerous if it enters the human body.

"Still, there are risks. Don't worry, old man. Say it's short."

"Not too short. Besides, can other humans do such interesting things? By and large, you can only give them the precision they need."

Well, it's less risky than being bitten by a warcraft. Among the bacteria in the earth, there will be only a few species that can grow in the animal's body. On the other hand, if you are a bacteria infected with the Demon Wolf, you are at a higher risk of infecting humans who are the same mammal.

I asked Fulsey to look into it once, but there are no records of the plague endemic after the Warcraft crusade. Nevertheless, do you spare yourself the ascent to the status of the Great Sage? Doesn't it have a preservation mind or something? You're very different from me.

"... after that, it's also big to have solid control [comparison control]"

Noel is getting me the raw liquid from the magic inhibitor paint on the wall. It seems greasy, but I make a series that dilutes it ten, a hundred, a thousand times with oil. So this is the criterion for weighing colony's magic inhibition.

"The basics are just as good as they were at the annual wheel."

I nodded. In the case of the annual wheel, messy magic, or qi, weighed the effect scattered on the beautiful magic of the magic prop. Makes the sensory demon paper white and photosensitive according to the amount of temper

The magic decreases, so it drains black. In this case, what does bacteria create? Expect magic to be absorbed, reflected or scattered by Either way, there will be less magic to reach the filter paper, so it should still fall out black.

In short, say that Fulsey pours magic from above the colony and can measure how effective it is as it passes through the bacterial colony as a shade of sensory demon paper.

"I didn't know what it meant when I first heard it. I see each and every one of these white dots is a bunch of little mucus descendants. Even if one's power is weak, does it mean that if you make a pure population, it will be measurable?... your knowledge is truly unknown."

Because you're on the shoulder of history, no, with a history you can't bottom-up.

It's probably awesome to properly understand that the dilution multiplier and the number of colonies correspond nicely and that the colonies just showed them getting bigger over time.

Fulsey's ring glows, my eyes look up unexpectedly. The pattern is just about the thickness of the line drawn with a horsehair brush. More than double the thickness of my ballpoint pen. The pattern of the Imperial breaking castle hammer was thinner.

"It's over. This is what it looks like."

The control is a black paint coated with stock solution, ten, hundred and thousand times diluted, on top of a medium only chalet. When Fulsey shifts it off the Sensory Demon paper, three points of different intensity line up nicely.

Even the thinnest thousand-fold dilution produces enough shadows to discern. Other than that, white, no. Is there a slight shadow along the edge of the chalet? Magic hardly seems to refract with glass.

"That's just it."

Magic is truly amazing, without a modern analytical apparatus, and over 3,000 colonies could be assayed in just a few moments.

I sat back and watched as Fulsey shifted the chalet.

The first, the second and the chalet are excluded. Me and Fulsey stare at Sensational Demon Paper with their eyes like plates. Besides the four black dots for alignment, I can't find any shade. Incidentally, the chalet other than the control is marked four places behind the chalet, in black dye, to identify the position of the colony reacted.

Fourth sheet. Nothing. Not even the fifth.... Now I've checked over 1500 colonies. But there's not even a slight trace. I watched the winning lottery rate strictly, but I still get anxious. Though three thousand colonies at a time, if only one in a million......

"Ooh. Isn't this it!

Fulsey raised her voice when she lifted the eighth chalet. I looked at Fulsey's fingertips in a hurry. A small, thin black dot appears to be critical. It's a small signal that you can't tell without paying attention. Fulsey uses the point of alignment to cover the chalet again.

"Definitely. This is not the colony's position."

I exhaled heavily. After all, there were bacteria that had the properties of inhibiting magic. But the reaction is very modest. Thinner than the black dot a thousand times diluted than the control.

Fulsey excludes the two remaining chalets. Unfortunately, both are white.

"One in thousands, and with this much power, it's not useless to point an antenna at the soil. I didn't expect you to find it. I was convinced of the principle, but I didn't think I could actually show it..."

"But in the end, it's just one..."

And thin. Look at me like Fulsey's out there, but I was in a hurry. Success, of course. By and large, I don't know the true potency unless I try mass culture and purification.

But that's a problem, too. There is no guarantee that the substance will be successfully extracted. Assuming it's protein, I might lose my nature just by putting heat on it. I want to pick stronger objects from multiple candidates if I can. Given that, I feel it's tough to have one in three thousand.

Given the millions of compounds that pharmaceutical companies have been looking for in their previous lives, maybe we should be lucky to find them. Honestly, I was expecting a slightly higher chance or stronger effect from growing green grass in the red forest.

"... you need to increase your odds a little bit"

Seeing Fulsey comparing the black dots and colonies on sensational demon paper sounded interesting, I thought about the recipe I would consult with Dalgan.