When Roland rushed to the laboratory by Chishui River, he found that the damage was not as serious as he thought, at least the main room used for acid refining was unscathed, and the window glass in the side room was shattered by two pieces.
"Lord Lord, please save our mentor! He is seriously injured and is about to die."
Seeing Roland appear, a group of disciples immediately surrounded him, but they were quickly stopped by the guards. Roland waved his hand to signal everyone not to be anxious, "Where are the others? Let me see first." Then he turned his head and asked Carter in a low voice, "Where's Nana?"
"I have already sent someone to invite it, and it is estimated that they will arrive soon."
"Um."
Roland nodded and entered the laboratory under the protection of his personal guard.
Camere Strell was lying on the ground with a little blood on the ground, extending to the side, presumably being dragged from the accident site to the main house. His face was blurred, blood and pus mixed together, probably from the strong acid splashed by the explosion. Several fingers were missing on the hand, and the white phalanx could be seen through the flesh.
The apprentices have already taken emergency measures, and it can be seen that they have encountered similar things when they were in Chishui City, taking people away from danger, tying up to stop bleeding, seeking help... These measures are all in place. However, this kind of injury is usually treated with herbal medicine and self-healing methods. Nine times out of ten, it has not been saved.
Roland instructed his guards to guard the door and wait for Nana's arrival, while he and Carter walked into the side room, trying to retrieve the chief alchemist's finger. Otherwise, even if the little girl healed his injury, he would not be able to carry out chemical experiments again, which would definitely be a major loss for Border Town.
"It's like being swept away by the strong wind," Carter said, pinching his nose, "and there is an unpleasant smell."
"That's the smell of nitrogen dioxide." Roland glanced at the small room for a week. The windows were all open, and the possibility of poisoning was not high. At most, it was just a few residues. The glass bottle on the test bench shattered on the table, and the acid water flowed down the table and gathered into water stains on the ground.
"Remember to use tools when rummaging, and don't touch them directly with your hands," the prince urged. "There are gloves in the cupboard."
Since Soraya's ability has evolved, he has also sent more than a dozen pairs of anti-corrosion ultra-thin gloves to the laboratory, but seeing the tragic state of the alchemist, it is obvious that he conducted the test without wearing gloves. If he wears gloves, even if the explosion breaks his fingers, at least the broken fingers can be kept inside.
In the locker above the test bench, something caught Roland's attention. After he took down the peculiarly shaped bottle, he found out that it was actually a liquor sold in the convenience market, and the wine inside had been drank a lot, and only half of the bottle remained.
Kaimo actually brought liquor into the laboratory? It's hard to imagine an experienced chief alchemist drinking alcohol while experimenting!
"Your Highness, Miss Nana is here," the guard reported.
"Well, keep guarding the door and don't let the apprentices enter." Leaving Carter to continue rummaging through the pile of glass slag, Roland returned to the laboratory's main room first.
"Is that him?" For Nana, this level of treatment is commonplace. Compared with the little girl who was scared to see blood and fainted when she encountered terrifying wounds, she has grown up now. A lot of both ability and courage.
"Cure the corrosive wound on his face first," Roland nodded. "Carter is looking for his broken finger, you can reconnect it later."
"No," Nana smiled proudly, "I can heal this small injury directly now."
Roland was stunned and saw that she put her hands on top of the alchemist's chest and closed her eyes. Kaimo's injury changed immediately. His face healed as before, and the broken finger actually started to stretch out. Much slower. First the bones, then the flesh, and finally the nails and hair. It took about a quarter of an hour for his fingers to fully recover.
At this moment, Carter also came out from the side room, ""His Royal Highness, only three were found, and one of the broken fingers may have been blown up, eh? "
"When did you do this?" Roland asked in surprise.
"About a week ago, when I was training with chickens, I found that I didn't need to cut off limbs. As long as I poured enough magic power, it could grow back slowly." She stuck out her tongue, "probably remembered what you said about every body on those people. Each part is made up of cells, and there will definitely be cell loss where it is broken. Since magic power can make up for these losses, why can’t the entire limb be made up? Then I tried to do it.”
"Can any part grow?"
Nana shook her head, "This method is too labor-intensive. It's okay to have a long finger. If it's an arm or a calf, I can't do anything. After all, the magic power I can hold is far less than Sister Anna."
That's because you're still underage, Roland thought to himself. In addition, is this a manifestation of ability evolution, or is it because of training that the current magic power is enough to achieve effects that could not be achieved before? Even if Nightingale wasn't there, he couldn't tell whether Nana's magic power had changed in form. If it was just because of the increase in magic power, the little girl's performance as an adult would definitely be expected.
"His Royal Highness, he is awake." Carter said.
"I'm... what's wrong?" Kaimo frowned, first looking at his intact hands, then touching his face, "I shouldn't"
"Should have been seriously injured in a chemical accident, but the witch saved your life. The person next to me is the one who rescued you, Miss Nana Pyne." Roland decided to tell Nana's identity bluntly The chief alchemist, a person who can rush to Border Town for chemical reactions, should not be a stubborn person, even if he hates witches, he will not leave his job and go to the church to report it. In addition, there are now more Lucias in the town, and it is a matter of time before the alchemist and the witch cooperate.
"My God, do you mean that this witch can heal the wounds caused by alchemy and chemical experiments?" Unexpectedly, Kaimo's reaction was very different from what he thought, "Hahaha, this is really good, Your Highness, so that I can test my reactions without fear of danger!"
"Then what happened?" Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you bring liquor into the laboratory?"
"No, Your Highness, that's just a test item," the chief alchemist said excitedly, "I made what you asked me to try out!"
"You mean... mercury fulminate?"
"Yes, Your Highness! The missing reactant turned out to be alcohol!" he said in a breath, "I have tried dozens of ingredients without any progress. When I was bored, I went to the market to buy some wine, and then I suddenly remembered As mentioned in "Elementary Chemistry", alcohol is an organic solvent, and it is also a necessary raw material for some reactions. So I distilled and purified liquor as a new reagent and tested it. The result was successful the sixth time... Several test tubes appeared. The precipitation of gray crystals, I also recorded the heating time and reaction temperature at the time, and took out some of them for testing. The characteristics are the same as you said. The gray-white needle-like crystals or powders are extremely sensitive and violent. Just when I wanted to put When the sediment in the remaining test tubes was filtered out, the test tubes suddenly exploded."
It turned out to be the case. Roland recalled at this moment that mercury fulminate was formed by mixing mercury and ethanol in excess nitric acid, or by reacting directly with ethanol with nitric acid*mercury.
"Good job," he patted Kaimer Strell on the shoulder. "This achievement is enough to earn you the highest honor and rich reward in Border Town."
In this way, the impact primer of the fixed bullet finally has its eyes. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)