The Economics of Prophecy

Beyond the desk is the white hair of an old man lying down. There's a dozen bunches of sensational demon paper scattered between the old man and me.

I sighed in front of the Sense Demon Paper. There are fifteen pieces of Sensory Demon Paper, which is the result of an assay of ten pieces of Chalet per sheet. Fulsey using magic in the long run should be tired.

And the harvest is terrible, there are only four signals out there. 4 out of about 50,000. It's really 0.008 percent. Apparently, he was lucky to have even one signal in the first 3,000.

Besides, those four hardly change the magic inhibitory effect. Whether it looks critical or not. Worst of all, all four of these could be bacteria of the same kind. In that case, the substance is one.

"It's still low, given the dirt situation in the Red Forest. The problem is that the conditions are different between the local area and the medium..."

When it does, it will still have to be cultivated in a magical situation. We'll build a lab in the red woods or we'll use demonic crystals. The cost jumps and it takes time.

If I may say so, the lab has been completed. Windmills revolve around the roof of the laboratory, which is visible through the window. I really would have preferred a waterwheel, but it seems too expensive to draw water from Wangdu's waterway on a boulder. Should Fulsey make the Earl Episcopal feat? No, more than that......

"Hey, you just saw me with weird eyes, didn't you?"

Noel trembled terribly as he watched the Devil's Guide at another desk. It's a vigilant thing. If you think about it, Noel said he wasn't interested in reviving the door.

"Threaten the Chancellor more than that? Anyway, the security of my territory is at stake..."

"Don't be too horrible in front of ordinary people."

He looked at me like Dalgan was out there. Shit, was the little civic idea leaking out of your mouth? Sleep deprivation is around.

"That soup... you said you wanted to change the flavor of the medium that wasn't"

Being able to be a man, Dalgan switched to talking about his job. That's why I asked you to come today.

"Yes, I'd like to look into the conditions that make it easier for the small mucus I'm looking for to increase. The low cost seems to make it possible to adjust the saltiness intensity. I will adjust the salt concentration here, can you please remove the salt medium?"

"I'm talking about not having to put gelatine in, rather less effort. How much?

"This beaker... about two bottles."

"But how do we find out which is promising?"

"That's it, isn't it? Worst of all, I changed the salt concentration, and I cultured it in a primary culture, and I spread it into a shire and tested it."

A minimum of a thousand assays would be required per type of medium. Of course, I hope the primary culture in the test tube makes enough difference to react to the antenna.

"Vinder, I brought you what you asked for."

At the end of the recipe meeting with Dalgan, I heard Vinaldia. Blind blonde twin tails shake in her eyes all night long. In her hands, this again has a bottle of bright red liquid tight to her eyes.

"I've had a hard time. Red leaves are creepy."

What I was asking for was the extraction of the pigment from the red leaves. Vinaldia says it did not dissolve in water, but when dissolved in oil, the colour disappeared. They succeeded in extracting it with the high concentration of alcohol I gave them to try.

In previous life, knowledge of the manufacturer's materials on the solvents and dyes of ink was useful in order to pursue the written taste of the ink of the ballpoint pen.

"Thanks for the help. Of course I'll pay for it. I have to thank you."

Needless to say, the payment is made by the Chancellery.

"... well, let us have a cloth for you when you get married."

Vinaldia got a naughty look after a little thought.

"I don't know what that means. Why would I thank you for that? In the first place, I haven't thought about marriage at all yet. Well, I'll remember that for once."

"Hey, it's a joke!

Would it be okay to be such an abnegation and a merchant? I guess my mother is only from the aristocracy and floating away.

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This is easy to understand. There are 16 test tubes lined up in front of me, 4 × 4 in total. The colors of the test tubes clouded by the growth of bacteria range from red to almost white.

It was adjusted to various salt concentrations in the liquid medium made by Dalgan. There, it's a melt of the dye that Vinaldia prepared for me. The vertical arrangement corresponds to the salt concentration. Side by side is the heat shock, that is, the length of time I put it on hot water.

A mistake was made during the experiment and a test tube was placed on the side of the fireplace. I stumbled upon the red color disappearing closer to the fireplace. Coincidental luck.

I don't remember the high temperature of red forest soil, so I'm probably involved with stress.

I took up one of them, especially one with a light red color. The salt concentration is 20 percent higher than the medium first made by Dalgan. The time for heating is roughly one hourglass of about five minutes.

The color is brown. It's almost the color of medium and bacteria.

Just like the black soil in the red forest, it was possible to explore the conditions under which bacteria that break down red dyes often increase. There is no guarantee that this is really involved with magic inhibitors, but at least it is a condition for a preferential increase in the same bacteria as forests.

By the way, I also cultured bacteria taken from garden soil as a control, but the red pigment has barely decreased.

The rest is the same as before. You colonize this primary cultured bacterial solution in a shire and look it up one at a time.

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"Ha ha, this is funny though." "Yeah, it worked great."

Me and Fulsey looked at each other like garlic. I see three black dots in just one chalet.

"Thanks to Vinaldia."

"... I'm absolutely out of my mind. Oh, that's a compliment. You're out of your mind, and you saved Natalie."

Vinaldia, who was behind me, shook her body all the time. You can't have that kind of compliment. It's about scientists who are happy to be told you're a lunatic and a piece of paper.

"Four to three hundredths of fifty thousand? More than a hundred times more efficient. Besides, isn't it a lot clearer"

The darkness of the black dots is about halfway between the 100-fold diluted control and the ten-fold diluted control.

"So, which one do you choose?"

"Right...... This must be the first candidate."

I pointed to a wide circular shadow.

"Is that it? I think this one's clearer."

Fulsey pointed to another black dot. Of course that is also a candidate, but there is another important element.

"Look."

I put the chalet back on the paper. The shadow range is wider than the corresponding colony. If you look closely, the medium has a slightly greener color.

"This mucus secretes magic inhibitors out of the body."

First, to say that it secretes in vitro can eliminate the possibility that it only works in the bacteria 'bodies.

Secondly, if it secretes the substance of interest, it should make the process easier after this. Even penicillin under the same conditions took a long time from discovery to practical application, so I can't be alarmed.

"Uh Vinder. Why are you looking at me? My role must be over."

"Terrible. This is the show of Vinaldia's arms."

I went. dyes, paints and solvents. Cloth staining is chemistry. I can't help but hope for her after this.