Chapter 58 I have a bold idea

"That's roughly what's going on. I suspect someone threw the clarification potion into the well in the salt tide area, and gathering people who have taken the clarification within a certain range will cause symptoms to worsen."

Craft was nestled in a chair, holding a broken fresh wooden board at hand. Before the burrs could be worn flat, there was a huge carbon-painted broken circle on one side.

The table was finally bought, and the boss did not give a negative answer to these unnatural people, especially when the most abnormal nobleman was still carrying a sword.

Looking at the boss's attitude, he couldn't stay in the hotel anymore. Craft packed up his own things, hung them on the horses fostered in the stable, and changed to a hotel to stay. Before leaving, he asked the boss to borrow a hand saw and cut off the table board and take it away.

Now they were sitting in the room of the new hotel, because there was only one chair, and Liston and Lucius could only sit on the edge of the bed.

He lifted the small blanket covered with his body, and Craft moved a little to the stove, "Tomorrow we will go to the salt tide area, guard the well, and tell them not to drink anymore."

"So they will really believe it and accept that they will go further every day to fetch water?" Liston doubted this, "And with your current state, can you really go tomorrow?"

Craft had just changed into half-dry clothes and rinsed away the salt particles that were constantly irritating and scratching on his body with clean water. Now he dared to say that he would go to the salt tide area tomorrow. Liston expressed serious doubts about whether he could do it.

"Don't worry, even if I go to the battlefield, I can still hold on for a few rounds."

Old Wood doesn't want him to go to the battlefield, but he also considered that he could not care about him for the rest of his life and would have the possibility of making achievements after a fever in the future, so he would never let the training intensity go. He had to have the physical strength to wear a full set of metal armor and trot all the way.

Although Craft has been complaining in private that he is planning to run away after losing his horse on the battlefield, he still basically met the standards recognized by his grandfather.

The warm fire emits reassuring heat, which is the most effective and reliable energy that humans have mastered at this stage. He can feel his body warming up and his physical strength gradually recovering, at least there is no problem with normal activities tomorrow morning.

"As for the well issue... I can pay someone to dig a well for them in another place, or even two people, and then fill in a damn polluted well."

Having money is indeed a happy thing, and it can easily solve most problems. Even things and alien phenomena require material basis.

The residents of Yanchao District had no money to live there and shared a well with many people. Then Craft could use money to solve the impact of the well water and cut the source directly.

But when it comes to money, Craft remembered one thing, "By the way, as a lecturer, I should be paid?"

"Did you notice this on the first day?" Liston showed an expression of looking at the lord's stupid son and only worked overtime for two months to remember the reward. This was the first time in his life.

Unexpectedly, CRATT thought for a moment and nodded seriously. He usually had little expenses, and the most money was to buy paper and ink for copying books. If he hadn't only been out recently, he wouldn't have considered this issue.

Subconsciously, he is not an independent individual, but exists as the heir of the family, and all sources of income are in the hands of Old Wood and Anderson.

"Do I need to tell you about the operating mode of the college?"

"Thank you, but now is not the time." Craft keenly smelled a hint of disgusting, which was his least favorite administrative process.

He can understand countless complicated operations, and he has hundreds or thousands of twists and turns on his back. He just can't figure out these strange rules and procedures, and his head hurts when he gets involved in paperwork other than professionalism.

"Let's talk about the current situation. The work on Liston's side must also be adjusted. Before we can completely clarify the mechanism of everything, a drop of clarification potion cannot be used."

Emotionally speaking, it is difficult for Liston to accept this decision, "Then we will return to our original situation immediately, and even the cleaning surgery you requested cannot be done in some amputations."

"We can't bet on how many people who take Clarification will affect each other, and I don't know how to calculate the gathering within a wide range." Craft was also helpless about this.

Losing the help of dilution would be bad, but if he lets go, it would wear through the alien phenomenon between the present and the deep barrier spreading in Wendeng Port, he could not refuse to blame.

Assuming that it really continues, more people realize the significance of this technology. When Professor Morrison decides to publicly discover that the situation is beyond their control.

No one can resist the painless temptation of surgery. Even if it proves that too many people cannot use it, the result will only be that everyone thinks to use it themselves.

The little black liquid left in the basement alone is enough to provide conditions for thousands of surgeries after dilution. This number of people will be a considerable proportion in the entire Wendenggang. It is a matter of time to create a large replica of the Yanchao area incident.

"This is so strange. It's like some kind of epidemic. Drinking Clarinet is the prerequisite for its contagion, and the gathering of users is the cause of its outbreak?" Liston glared at Lucius, who showed an innocent expression. Craft didn't tell him this at the time, "Then do we need to let them spread out?"

"It's hard to do, they have nowhere to go. And it shouldn't be needed," Craft explained. "I guess the well water has diluted the agent to the extreme, so that continuous drinking is needed to gather and interact to gradually promote the progress of the disease."

"Our method is to break one of the links first."

More words were swallowed, and he could not explain how he knew it in the wandering deep invisible creatures. He said it without meaning except being treated as hysteria to reduce credibility.

"I don't have much doubt about these, but there is one thing I need to know." Liston wanted to ask this question for a long time, "How could Chengming appear in the well in the Yanchao District?"

Craft, who had just looked like he was talking freely, quickly shut up and made a non-convincing thinking posture. Lucius next to him shrank his body to minimize his presence as much as possible.

The scene became quite awkward, and for Liston, speechlessness was the most powerful answer, more obvious than Lucius's silent words.

This basically confirmed his previous speculation. Even if Lucius helped conceal it, Craft couldn't say it and didn't dare to give an indefinite object of suspicion. This person could only be Professor Kalman, and it is highly likely that he was the source of the clarification potion.

"Okay, if you want to know, you'll get him out long ago." Pretending to be confused is a science. Although Liston has not seen some classic clips that are well-known to souls in other worlds, it does not prevent him from learning this skill in long-term social practice.

It's too late to regret now. This pit was buried when participating in that operation. Maybe Craft himself didn't realize that no one can think of clearing the relationship now.

Why should the professor do that? How to explain this damn motive? Liston was extremely crazy and had to maintain a helpless expression on the surface to pretend to know nothing.

Craft also knew that his silence was too far-fetched, but fortunately, Liston's words gave him a step down, "I really have no clue about this, and fortunately it doesn't hinder the next steps. Do what I can do first."

"Do you need to sleep first?"

"No, I've had enough sleep, let's talk about it tomorrow night." When talking about sleep, Craft subconsciously pressed the left waist and touched the hilt of the sword. The cold, hard, round and dull texture brought peace of mind as always.

A good mental state reminded him of a problem, that is, he will fall asleep sooner or later, and that existence, that soft body, and squirming thing will come to him and drag him into the deeper layer.

In a sense, this is not a bad thing, but it is just right for him.

He already knew the clues to return from the deep layer, and from the result, the thing in the deep layer failed to catch him. Wouldn't he just go and see what the situation is in the corresponding area of ​​the Salt Tide Zone at another level?

A bold idea was born.

People's desire to die and curiosity are unstoppable. Craft has been brewing for a while and expressed his thoughts: "I want to go to Yumu Street to find a house that can stay overnight."

“Is it really necessary?”

"Next, I may have to travel to and from the Yanchao area frequently. It is necessary to find a temporary place next to me, right?"

"Well... That's right." Lucius agreed.

Liston nodded. He felt that there were other reasons. Everything about Craft was not normal, but he could come to explore the specific reasons later. "If you have other things to help, please do not forget me."

"Thank you, this couldn't be better. I'm going to buy something." Whether Liston was polite or not, Craft was not polite, and took off the blanket on his body and went to get paper and pen. "I made a list, which were easy to find daily necessities."

In his mind, Craft had begun to conceive a complete strategy. In his fragmented memory, the dark and humid but surprisingly consistent with the present world gave him inspiration. The preparations here are likely to be copied deep into the original form.

"Oil, fire-induced object?" Liston frowned, "What are you doing with?"

"It will make me have a good dream. Just treat it as the obsession of an unlucky guy who wakes up in the cold and dampness." Responding to him was Craft's shrugging and shook the blanket aside.

He took the paper and even saw a small boat at the bottom, the one that was only one person wide, used for nearshore water traffic, and some large boats for escape.

"Okay, no problem. When you come back from the Yanchao District tomorrow, you will find that these things have been sent to Yumu Street."

The paper was folded into small squares and stuffed into the bag. Liston did not continue to ask questions, and was not dissatisfied with the errands that obviously took him away. He could ask someone to complete the chaotic purchase entries inside.

Anyway, he also needs the right reason to act alone to complete a bold idea.

(End of this chapter)
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