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“Welcome, welcome, welcome ~ Hahaha, it's truly rare! My humble nest is actually fortunate enough to welcome a Mechanicus Sage in person.”

Harkas, the eldest son of the Coin Guild's chief, rushed to the very front of the welcoming party.

He expressed his enthusiasm with an excessively flamboyant tone and exaggerated gestures.

His unrestrained behavior was quickly met with a head-on blow.

This blow came from the silent and unyielding Guardians.

These armed personnel, clad in dark red robes, were not popular among people outside the Mechanicus.

Various colored cables were concealed by their robes, hidden from the sight of others.

Also concealed were poorly maintained, decaying pieces of flesh, machine oil clinging to sliding rods and gears, and the intense stench of sweat and sourness from years of not bathing.

They did indeed light censers, using incense to appease the machine spirits, but don't assume that the scent emanating from the censers was necessarily pleasant.

It was actually a gas that strongly irritated the human respiratory system.

With such a complex mixture of odors, the Guardians' body odor was enough to make those unaccustomed to it nauseous.

Harkas was caught off guard by the sudden stench.

The brilliant smile on his face vanished in an instant, followed by…

“Ugh — — — —”

He vomited profusely.

Wherever the Guardians passed, it was as if a pile of dung had crossed the border, triggering a series of dry heaves and nausea.

Baron Damme surveyed the nobles frantically spewing stomach acid and food remnants, shook his head slightly, and led his team around them, without exchanging a word.

Did you think being a bodyguard for the oil-soaked guys was easy?

Heh heh.

Except for a very few clean Mechanicus priests and Guardians, almost all Mechanicus members were stinky.

You nobles are already like this when you see the Guardians. If you were to see the servitors in the Forge World, wouldn't you have a mental breakdown on the spot?

Behind the crowd surrounding the dockyard exit, two figures arrived late, none other than Reno and Isabel.

Knowing in advance of the arrival of the oil-soaked guys, they had stuffed invisible nose plugs into their nostrils to filter out the stench, thus managing to maintain a straight face.

Damme led his team through the crowd and came to Reno and Isabel.

Reno took out the data slate he had used in the Upper Hive and handed it over.

The Guardian leader pulled out a cable from his sleeve and connected it to the data slate.

A red beam of light shot out from his bionic eye, scanning Reno's body from top to bottom.

The sound of crackling electricity and low Gothic electronic tones emanated from the Guardian's throat:

“Biometric identification passed / / / Identity code correct / / Confirmed as Reno, civilian from Upper Hive Aepiteme.”

The Guardian leader retracted the cable.

Reno put the data slate into his pocket and extended his right hand to the Guardian Knight:

“Welcome, Baron Damme. I'm Reno, and this is my partner, Isabel Krum. We have everything prepared, come with us.”

Reno looked young and naive, with the scholarly air of someone who had just graduated from school, wearing a white robe of a researcher.

Isabel was clearly more mature and stable than him, with more social experience.

To match Reno, she also wore a white researcher's robe today, making herself more dignified with a single ponytail and square glasses.

Damme's gaze swept over the two of them, not showing any disdain for Reno because of his age.

“Hello, Reno, Isabel. Sage Rilalu has entrusted me to be fully responsible for this task. Please lead the way.”

“Please.” Reno and Isabel shook hands with Damme in greeting, stepped aside to make way, and invited him to board the transport vehicle.

Two transport vehicles, one large and one small, were parked on the platform. The Guardians rode in the large transport vehicle, while Reno, Isabel, and Damme sat in the medium-sized transport vehicle with a conference table.

Those noble representatives who had come to the port to welcome the Sage had just recovered from the shock brought by the Guardians.

After discovering that the Sage's private affairs were related to the Krum family's youngest daughter, many communication requests flooded into the Krum family, trying every possible means to inquire about information on the private affairs.

These communication requests were destined to sink without a trace, receiving no response.

As early as five or six days ago, when Delton told Reno that the representative of the Forge World was about to arrive, Isabel had made ample preparations.

She would not allow anyone or any force to interfere with Reno's meeting with the Forge World representative, not even her own family members.

She persuaded her father to block the prying eyes from within and outside the family. Only after Reno met with the Forge World representative would she selectively reveal some of the truth to the family.

Isabel turned off the communication function of the data slate, and so did Reno.

They accompanied Baron Damme from the Upper Hive to the Lower Hive, introducing the scenery and facilities along the way.

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the starch factory in the Lower Hive and got out of the car in the garage.

Reno knew that he was sometimes clumsy with words, so he simply handed over the task of introducing the production process to Isabel.

“Baron Damme, let's go to the workshop where the reaction kettle is located first. There, we can directly see the entire process of promethium refining residue being converted into starch paste.”

Isabel smiled and guided the group to the third-floor suspended corridor of the production workshop.

From here, you could overlook the entire workshop, taking in all the pipes, reaction kettles, and instruments.

The servo-skull beside Damme flew away from the suspended corridor, shuttling between the production equipment, constantly emitting scanning beams to collect information.

After scanning a circle, the servo-skull flew to a corner of the workshop, hovering over a pipe transporting liquid.

One red beam of light after another shot out from the skull, repeatedly scanning the liquid composition in the pipe.

Damme raised his hand and pressed his right ear, making a gesture to answer the communication rosary call, and asked, tilting his head:

“Isabel, Sage Rilalu asked me to ask, what is the reagent you use to convert promethium refining residue? Is it convenient for you to introduce its composition to us?”

Isabel looked at Reno, and Reno naturally took a step forward, taking over the topic involving professional fields.

The servo-skull returned, the camera aimed at Reno, and Sage Rilalu was watching him from behind the scenes.

Reno said calmly:

“This reagent is a patent of our Umbrella Corporation. To the outside world, it can be temporarily called 'Promethium Refining Residue Starch Conversion Reagent', or 'Residue Starch Conversion Reagent' for short.

“It is essentially a synthetic catalyst. Within the group, its name is Activated Carbon-Like Supported Metal Oxide Sterilization and Disinfection Catalyst. Just like its name, it performs well in three aspects: adsorbing metal ions, preserving carbohydrates, and sterilizing and disinfecting…”

Reno told his prepared speech in detail.

He repeatedly told himself that he must not tell the truth at any cost.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not tell the other party that the main component of the reagent comes from a kind of mycin.

In the human empire's scientific system, mycin is an antibiotic, specifically used to target bacterial and fungal infections, and it is impossible to have functions such as eliminating viruses, adsorbing metal ions, and preserving carbohydrates.

Once the raw material of the reagent is defined as mycin, then the only ending Reno has to face is:

That is to be judged as a technical heretic by Sage Rilalu on the spot.

The Guardians would immediately restrain him, escort him to the ship, and Sage Rilalu would personally dissect his body and brain to search for memories.

It was precisely because he had considered this unbearable consequence in advance that Reno wisely transformed the poisonous starch-converting mycin into a synthetic material in advance.

In this way, even if Sage Rilalu asked for a sample and tried to replicate the same material in his own laboratory, Reno would not panic at all.

“Do you have a sample on you?” Sage Rilalu's voice came from the servo-skull.

“Of course.” Reno took out a glass jar and handed it to Baron Damme.

The servo-skull projected a scanning beam into the light gray powder in the glass jar.

The light intensity of the beam continued to rise, and the flashing frequency also accelerated at the same time, and the sound of crackling electricity became more and more high-pitched.

The servo-skull slowly circled the glass jar, flying around and around.

A full 10 minutes passed before the skull stopped scanning, and a puff of white smoke floated out from the cracks in the metal shell, with a faint smell of burning.

“Crackling.” Sparks splashed, and a few flames窜out from under the shell.

The skull swayed, as if it was about to fall from the air.

The Guardian leader quickly stepped forward to catch the skull and repaired it with the tools he carried with him, which prevented the skull from self-igniting due to overload and overheating.

A low Gothic language with static came from the skull, sounding very uneasy:

“This…this reagent…its characteristics and composition are temporarily unclassified, and it is not entirely the same as any substance recorded in the Holy Database. It is a completely new product. Tell me, Reno, who invented such a novel creation?”

“Venerable Sage, I am the inventor of the potion.”

The voice within the skull grew even more agitated, to the point that the sound device emitted broken sounds and howls:

“You?! Are you saying that you, alone, without the help of the Sacred Mechanics, without the guidance of the Divine Wisdom, invented such a complex compound? No, that's impossible. It exceeds the capabilities of an unenhanced mortal skull, and is unprecedented. Please explain in detail the entire process of how you accomplished this feat!”

The skull sputtered machine oil and sparks, and intermittent static noises foretold the stormy seas within the Sage's heart.

Never doubt Rilaru the Sage's thirst for knowledge.

As a high-ranking existence within the Mechanicus priesthood, it was precisely because of his near-fanatical worship and obsession with knowledge that he was able to stand out from the rest of the Mechanicus priests and become a Sage-level high priest.

Li Nuo knew that if he didn't demonstrate the process of synthesizing the compound, he wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle today.

“Please follow me to the laboratory, where I will demonstrate the entire process of making the potion for you.”

The skull was repaired by the Adeptus Arbites and regained its ability to fly.

It flew up from the Adeptus Arbites' hands, hovered in front of Li Nuo, and said tremblingly:

“Thank you for the light of knowledge shining upon me. I swear in the name of the Omnissiah that I will guarantee the confidentiality of the production process. Lead the way, Li Nuo. Damme, Nail Snail-63, you two wait outside the laboratory door later, and do not enter.”

Baron Damme bowed in agreement.

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The Adeptus Arbites leader, Nail Snail-63, responded with a burst of extremely fast binary speech.

The group left the starch factory and boarded the transport vehicle again.

Before long, the transport vehicle stopped in front of the medical laboratory Li Nuo had purchased.

The Adeptus Arbites surrounded the laboratory, and Damme guarded the door.

Isabel contacted the Enforcers and asked them to come and help evacuate the Underhive residents who were watching.

Some noble spies who had received the news appeared in the streets and alleys, secretly observing the situation around the laboratory.

Inside the laboratory, there were so many pharmaceutical equipment that it almost filled the interior space.

The servo-skull hovered at the height of the rafters, watching Li Nuo's every move.

Li Nuo didn't waste any words and started making the potion directly.

The core raw material he showed to the Sage was not Toxin-Converted Starch Mycin, but a synthetic compound.

Taking the most famous penicillin among many mycins as an example.

The core structure of penicillin is 6-APA. Extracting this substance as a precursor, after fermentation, extraction, purification, and synthesis, amoxicillin can be produced.

The relationship between Toxin-Converted Starch Mycin and the synthetic compound is also the same.

Li Nuo activated the system's automatic simulation function, found the core structure of Toxin-Converted Starch Mycin, extracted this substance as a precursor, and greatly modified the molecular structure of the precursor while ensuring that its effect remained unchanged.

In the end, after more than 100,000 days of simulation by the system, a synthetic compound with the same effect as Toxin-Converted Starch Mycin but with a completely different molecular structure was produced.

As long as Li Nuo didn't say it, no one would know that the synthetic compound was made with reference to Toxin-Converted Starch Mycin.

However, the Sage's desire for knowledge was extremely strong.

After Li Nuo demonstrated the entire production process, Rilaru couldn't wait to ask:

“Where did the precursor material for your synthetic compound come from?”

This question hit the nail on the head.

Li Nuo spread his hands and said helplessly:

“Your Excellency, to be honest, I don't know where the precursor material came from either. There is a freezer in the corner. It is my compound library, and it contains thousands of synthetic compounds, all produced in batches using combinatorial chemistry techniques.

“As you can see, the conditions here are too simple. I don't even have an instrument that can screen compounds with high throughput. If it weren't for luck, I wouldn't have been able to invent a potion that turns residue into starch.”

The servo-skull floated over and scanned the various powders in the freezer.

After a while, a long sigh came from the skull.

The compound library was too cluttered, and most of the compounds had no labels.

It could be seen that Li Nuo usually devoted himself to experiments and couldn't spare more time and energy to carefully manage his compound library, which was understandable.

In the absence of accurate records of the source of the precursor material for the compound, unless the Omnissiah manifested, no one could trace the source of the precursor material.

“Alas, Li Nuo, you should have found a helper earlier to organize your compound library and experimental data for you on weekdays.”

Rilaru complained.

Li Nuo smiled wryly and said nothing.

The servo-skull floated over, hovered in front of Li Nuo, and shot out a beam of light, scanning the other party's vital signs again:

“In the hive city, talents like you will only be buried. Only under the radiance of the Omnissiah can your wisdom… wait… have you undergone genetic modification?”

“Yes, Your Excellency. My real identity in the hive city is a Governor's Agent, and chemical research is my hobby. Don't look at how tall and strong I am, I'm actually only 15 years old this year and haven't reached the age requirement to become a Mechanicus priest yet.”

At least 21 years old to become a Mechanicus priest. This is a rigid requirement of the Mechanicus.

Before meeting the age requirement, anyone who aspires to become a Mechanicus priest must undergo extremely rigorous academic training.

After spending several years in heavy study and passing the graduation exam, one can accept basic mechanization modifications and become the lowest-level Mechanicus priest.

From then on, he embarked on the narrow path of the Mechanicus's cattle and horses.

Singing praises to the parts on the assembly line, or regularly repairing the fixed servitors on the assembly line, taking time to study subject projects, learning obscure and difficult Mechanicus knowledge, and writing subject papers.

This kind of life may be a paradise for those who are obsessed with academics.

But Li Nuo didn't want to live such a life.

There is no other reason.

During the Horus Heresy, Mars also ushered in the Great Schism.

The loyalist Mechanicus members suffered heavy losses, with most of them dead or injured.

The rebellious Mechanicus members established the Dark Mechanicum, and from then on, they escaped into the Eye of Terror.

Joining the Mechanicus now is tantamount to that what what entering that what what.

Moreover, the trend of division within the Mechanicus had already appeared before the Horus Heresy.

Academic cliques squeeze each other out, fight openly and secretly, and internal factions are numerous. The complexity of personnel relationships directly chases palace dramas.

There is really no need to join such a force.

Faced with the olive branch thrown by Rilaru, Li Nuo decisively used his age and the identity of the Governor's Agent to prevaricate.

Rilaru understood Li Nuo's meaning and didn't force it, but manipulated the skull to fly towards the door:

“Although your invention is based on luck, I recognize your results. You and Damme can discuss the trade of promethium refining residue. Also, give me a can of the chemically synthesized compound. I want to record its properties and molecular structure in the Holy Databanks. I will credit you as the inventor of this compound.”

“Thank you, Your Excellency. With your words, I can rest assured.”

One person and one skull walked out of the laboratory.

Isabel cast an inquiring gaze, her expression a little nervous.

Li Nuo nodded with a smile.

Isabel was relieved, her lips raised high, and she invited Damme into the car to go to the starch factory's conference room to discuss the details of the cooperation.

Li Nuo didn't need to worry about the follow-up matters. Isabel and Damme would take care of everything.

Li Nuo, as a listener and technical advisor, witnessed the contract from scratch, and finally signed his name on the contract with the "Mechanical Skull" pattern.

According to the terms of the contract, the forge world Demos will provide a long-term and stable supply of promethium refining residue.

In the next three months, the daily transport volume of residue will be 10,000 tons.

Every 30 days, the transport volume will increase by 10,000 tons, and the starch factory and bakery will carry out corresponding expansion.

Expand in such a cycle several times, and finally, within one year after the signing of the contract, increase the production capacity of residue processing to 100,000 tons per day, perfectly meeting the needs of the forge world.

Isabel is responsible for daily production affairs.

All Li Nuo has to do is provide the potion.

Without a doubt, promethium refining residue has become a source of profit.

And the potion formula and core raw materials mastered by Li Nuo are the golden shovels for digging this well of profit.