Becoming the villain of the white moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

Louis looked away from "Basic Mathematics" and stared at the poor people who put on masks and gloves and prepared to go outside to dispose of the corpses.

Corpse collector, in the city of Kanxi where the plague broke out, is the most humble occupation that is closest to death. Even the poor at the bottom are unwilling to take up the job. Most of them are patients who have been diagnosed with the plague, and their time is numbered.

In fact, the masks and gloves that the mage in front of him distributed to several poor people were enough to surprise Louis. Even the nobles who were conferred by the king himself, he had rarely seen such white, delicate and soft cloths before, let alone the Such precious cloth was generously given to a few poor people just to save their lives.

Touching the cotton gauze mask bleached with hydrogen peroxide, Louis couldn't help raising his evaluation of Bai Ze in his heart, and also... couldn't help but have a bit of unrealistic expectations about what he wanted to ask this mage.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the desire in his heart, lowered his head and copied the book.Practicing calligraphy commonly used by nobles since he was a child, Viscount Louis copied it quickly and well.

At the same time, Bai Ze was not idle. He turned around after all the poor people who received the task of collecting corpses had left, and found a few muddy and strangely colored Erlenmeyer flasks on the wooden shelf next to them.

I picked up the Erlenmeyer flask with a scientific eye and put it in the sunlight to appreciate it quietly.

Bai Ze looked at the Streptomyces he had painstakingly bred from hundreds of soil samples, as if looking at his lover.

He sighed: "Look, what a gorgeous structure, what an exquisite appearance, what a beautiful color."

law:"……"

Even without eyes, Law knows how terrifying the culture fluid in the Erlenmeyer flask is to other people.

→ In a bottle of dark brown, floating in the solution of mashed potatoes, beef mince and beer foam, there are pieces of radial hyphae floating, because the mycelium of Streptomyces is very tough and not easy to break, so they seem to grow The hairy seaweed, like the long hair of a water ghost, floats and stretches in the turbid liquid...

What's more worth mentioning is that these hyphae are still colorful, including Streptomyces gray, Streptomyces golden, Streptomyces white...

It's not a good thing at first glance!

But it unexpectedly matches the identity of a dark mage.

Harrison pursed his lips, and went outside with his parchment in his arms. The poor people who were working inside and outside the house widened their eyes, and their jaws trembled with fright.They watched Bai Ze put down the Erlenmeyer flask with horrified and terrified eyes, and took out a transparent and delicate glass from the drawer—an expensive vessel they had coveted for a long time.

This beautiful cup can no longer arouse anyone's desire to snatch it, because of the hand that holds it.

The fingers are slender and white, and the palm is soft. This is a hand as exquisite as a handicraft.

This hand lightly lit the alcohol lamp, put the glass on the light blue outer flame, poured a shallow layer of culture solution in the Erlenmeyer flask, and then put in a pinch of phosphorus extracted from white bones powder, stirring clockwise.

After a while, the culture solution was bubbling and bubbling, and sediment emerged from the bottom layer, while the surface gradually became clear.

A smell like rotten eggs wafted through the shed.

God!

terrible!

The poor, including Louis who was still in the house at this time, couldn't help covering their noses, thinking——

Did we just witness the scene where wizards refine potions?

After witnessing the scene where the wizard made the potion, he was still alive. It's really a wife... It's amazing!

Louis memorized the formula of the potion in his heart, and he was already more than half sure that this potion was the special medicine that cured the plague.

—dirt, beef broth, mashed potatoes, beef mince, rye beer... and now add calcined bonemeal.

But the other materials added by the mage can't be discerned with his experience, for example, that group of furry substances...

Searching through all the known and unknown species in his mind, Louie finally had to admit that he was too ignorant.

He thought he was very knowledgeable before!

In fact, it's because Louis is a traditional, cleanliness-loving aristocrat who changes three sets of clothes a day and never delays washing his underwear until the next day.Had his knights been there at this moment, they might have recognized the grey-white Streptomyces colonies that grew on the smelly socks they had dropped under their beds that hadn't been washed in three years.

……Pity.

Truth and falsehood are always just one step away.

"Clap."

Just as everyone in the house covered their mouths and noses tightly, hoping that the terrible smell of rotten eggs would dissipate soon, there was a crisp sound outside, which seemed to be the sound of a firewood pile being knocked down.

Harrison: "Who?"

The red-haired mage raised his eyebrows viciously. He looked around, used a detect spell, and then strode out to pick out a few furtive figures from the shadows around the corner.

They were wearing familiar shabby clothes, masks on their faces, and gloves on their hands, in which they were holding... a few rotten dead rats? !

It was the poor people who were sent to dispose of the corpses. They took the lead to ambush around the hut, followed by a group of ordinary Kanxi city civilians with fearful expressions and fanaticism in their eyes.

"What do you want to do?!"

Harrison scolded angrily, and his tall figure cast a heavy shadow in front of the civilians.

However, I don't know whether they are going all out or breaking the jar, these ordinary people shut their mouths tightly, and did not say a word in a daze.

"No sound? I think you are underburned!" A red fireball appeared in Harrison's palm, and the center of the flame had turned white, enough to see the blazing heat of the flame.

As early as his youth, he had witnessed many wizard hunting scenes. Harrison hated these blind obedient and ignorant civilians, and he really did not hesitate to kill them.

However, although the civilians were afraid, they still raised their heads, as if they were dead ducks.

"..."

At this moment, with a "squeak", the door opened.

Bai Ze put out the fire in Harrison's hand with a handful of baking soda (→ one of the main components of dry powder fire extinguishers), poked his head out and said, "Don't scare them."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, and without hesitation, pulled several body collectors in, and asked them, "Has the body been disposed of?"

"Okay... okay."

"That's good." Bai Ze casually threw the dead mouse in their hands into a glass jar filled with concentrated sulfuric acid.

With a burst of "gurgling", in less than ten seconds, the mouse was corroded until only bones remained.

Bai Ze hurriedly said: "Qiubai, pick up these bones, I'm worried that the phosphor powder for processing streptomycin is not enough."

"Yes."

In everyone's eyes, a handsome young man picked up the glass jar, skillfully scooped up the bone, and threw it into the blazing fire.

Then he raised his head and glanced at the poor people who brought the dead rats back to their homes.

"..."

For some reason, the poor man who was unyielding in facing Harrison's fireball just now felt a deep chill from the bottom of his heart after seeing the young man's cold gaze.

It seemed to anger some sleeping beast.

At this moment, Bai Ze rescued them again.

He said, "Qiubai, the streptomycin has precipitated."

"Yes."

The boy withdrew his gaze, skillfully filtered out the sediment in the lower layer of the measuring cup, and handed the clear liquid to Bai Ze.

"Although protective measures have been taken, just to be on the safe side, let's get an injection."

As Bai Ze spoke, he took out a syringe from his pocket.

!!!

After watching around the shed for more than ten days, who can still not know what material the medicine in front of him is made of?

Even those who don't know clearly can almost understand [-]% to [-]% by looking at the mold still floating in the petri dish.

The poor who were not assigned the task of collecting corpses looked at their companions with pity while doing their work.

Is it not good to live?Why can't you think about provoking the dark wizard?

The poor who tried to escape by attracting the believers of the church were stunned and pale.

Their knees could not stand up straight, and they trembled in fear, making rustling noises, especially when Bai Ze inserted a strange instrument of torture (→syringe) with a long tail into the top of the glass bottle and sucked five milliliters Liquid, walking towards him with evil (slow) (steady) steps, with an evil (gentle) evil (mild) smile on his face.

The trembling sound like sifting chaff stopped, and all kinds of cruel methods often used by evil wizards that the pastor of the church had preached appeared in his mind. A poor man rolled his eyes and fainted with a "gudong" Then he knelt down with a "plop" and kowtowed desperately——

"I, I, I was wrong! My lord wizard! I, I, we absolutely have no intention of taking the opportunity to escape."

"Yes, it's all old John's fault. He gave us two silver coins and asked us to bring him to you."

"The dead rats were also brought by Old John. We don't want to skin these smelly and dirty dead rats and throw them near your residence."

"Yes, please forgive us!"

"Dong dong dong", the sound of kowtowing hit the floor heavily.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Bai Ze's black robe getting closer and closer, and the cold light of the needle point flashed, and the poor man said desperately: "No!"

"Master Wizard, please spare us! Don't use us to test the potion that turns people into devils, please!"

"Useless people like us, even if they become devils, they are the weakest kind, and they can't help you much!"

"Yes, you kill us!"

Bai Ze: "...wait a minute."

He put the needle aside and humbly asked for advice: "Who said streptomycin can turn people into devils?"

"Church!" the paupers were convinced.

"Old John heard from the pastor of the church that an evil wizard is hiding in Cancy City to spread the plague. We told him what happened yesterday, and the pastor firmly pointed out that you are the wizard and will use evil means to kill us all. Become a devil. Only by devoutly believing in the God of Light, praying and repenting day and night, can Kanxi City be forgiven by God."

White Pond:"……"

"I'll make it up all day long, have you guys eaten up reproductive isolation?" He couldn't bear it anymore.

Determined, this group of illiterate and magicians of the church is the enemy of modern science.

The poor people in the room were still shaking, their reed-like arms were shaking so badly that Bai Ze couldn't give the needle at all, and other church believers surrounding the shed also made noise.

Maybe it was the power of faith, or maybe it was the courage of the people. They stared at the shack and shouted in hoarse voices under the drowsy sky: "Burn him! Burn him!"

"Burn him to death, and the God of Light will forgive Kanxi City!"

The author has something to say: I have been on a business trip for the past two days, and I will add updates for everyone after returning home.

Thanks for your support, Chirp~