When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#113 - This slime has heat stroke, let's take it to the fire

Leather-clad calves drew ripples in the green duckweed and puddles.

Among the dense dawn redwood trees, two soldiers wearing brimmed helmets and silver breastplates under black cloaks waded through the water.

No one knew where Carrie had found this path. Although it was in an uninhabited swamp area, the dense areas of dawn redwood trees had few hidden ditches or mud pits.

The cold ignited the leaves of the dawn redwood trees, but only halfway. The half-yellow, half-green branches and leaves rustled in the autumn wind.

Today was already October 20th. There were only 180 miles left to Jeanne d'Arc Fortress, and 50 miles to the Wild Spider Forest.

Although this section was relatively uninhabited swamp, and there were not many long-haired monsters recorded by Homer's mercenaries, the puddles were still crowded with countless slimes.

Originally, it was said that the Wild Spider Forest area was a foothills area and relatively safer than the uninhabited swamp area, but as they got closer to the Wild Spider Forest, there were more and more monsters.

"Oh, look." Kohler bent down and picked up a skull from the ground. "Someone has been here before."

Looking at the two holes in the skull, Victor frowned: "Alright, respect the dead, put it down."

After throwing the skull into the water, Kohler suddenly reached into the water and pulled out a rusty iron cross pendant.

"Oh, a missionary." After putting the pendant into his cloth bag, Kohler carried the squirming sack and continued to walk forward with Victor.

"I heard we're eating monster meat today?" Carrying a bag of slimes, Kohler slowly stepped through the knee-deep shallow water.

"Bishop Madlen shot and killed a two-headed monster wolf with two shots yesterday." Victor picked up a leather water bag and took a sip of water. "I asked the logistics department, and they said to be careful when eating it, some iron filings and gravel were not picked out."

Kohler sighed: "Bishop Madlen is indeed a bishop, his holy power is more than others."

Holy power was Horn's definition of the magic power in the bodies of the villagers, a power bestowed by the Holy Father, specially used to use the God-given exorcism clockwork gun - Cannity.

People like Victor and Kohler could only fire one shot at most before they couldn't fire anymore.

However, it was said that after practicing meditation, they might be able to fire one more shot.

According to the distribution rules set by Horn, whoever could fire more shots would be given priority.

"Every time there's something good, the Imperial Guards get it first, and then it's our turn," Kohler was still indignant.

Now there were only five clockwork guns in the Papal States. The Imperial Guards took four, and the Black Hat Army only had one, which was still in Jeschka's hands.

Victor had nothing to complain about. The four gunners of the Imperial Guards could indeed fire two shots each, which was fair, but he knew that Kohler wouldn't listen to this.

"Imperial Guard morons!"

"Alright, stop complaining. With this time, hurry up and send the slimes back and practice meditation more."

The two carefully came to the deep water area, held on to the dawn redwood trees, and moved to the shore little by little.

After climbing ashore and sending a bag of slimes to the logistics department, the two hurried to practice meditation.

The people in the logistics department immersed the light blue slimes in clean water and sent them to Horn and the others after soaking them overnight.

At this moment, the slimes soaked yesterday basically met the requirements and had been sent to Sisi and Horn.

Sisi was about to teach them how to make the catalyst for the calming potion.

The slime was actually a very strange creature. It was a rare creature that looked like a monster but was not actually a monster.

A slime was mainly composed of three main components: the spore coat, the acid gel, and the slime core, as well as minor components such as the stomach sac.

Picking up a small knife, Sisi began to demonstrate to them how to process slime alchemical materials, which was considered Horn and others' alchemy introductory course.

The first step was to place the slime in an iron basin and force it to spit out harmful impurities with clean water and a few drops of vegetable oil.

The second step was to successively remove the slime's eye spots and contact points, and then use a small knife to cut along the eye spots.

Then Sisi grabbed the slime's spore coat and lifted it up, like digging out a dragon fruit, carefully cutting the internal acid gel and organs from the spore coat.

If left unattended, the slime would continue to use the acid gel and organs to create another layer of spore coat and restore the eye spots on the outer layer.

The third step was to use a stirring rod to dilute and disperse the acid gel, and use a colander to scoop out organs such as the stomach sac and slime core.

After sieving the remaining part, pour in bile water and heat it. After heating, it would stratify up and down.

The semi-solid gel in the upper layer was slime glue, and the clear liquid in the lower layer was slime juice, the main tool for making mortar.

The remaining organs and slime core of the slime could be dried, ground into powder, and used as a catalyst for making calming potions.

If the slime core was randomly thrown into the swamp, then a new slime would be obtained in the coming spring.

While Sisi was cruelly dissecting the slime, she was still introducing to Horn: "In the Black Serpent Bay area, slimes are like rats, everywhere.

Sometimes even monster slimes appear. They have to be cleaned up every two or three years, which is annoying."

Pouring a basin of acid gel into a large pot and adding firewood to cook, Sisi showed them the leather gloves on her hands:

"Don't forget, the above operations must be performed with leather gloves. Slime's acid gel is corrosive.

If the time is short, it's nothing. If the time is long, it will not only peel, but also cause severe burns."

"So disgusting." Duvaron looked disgusted and scared. "Papa, we won't be doing this, will we?"

"This is disgusting? Your slimes are only the size of a human head!" Sisi poured a basin of bile water into the large pot, constantly stirring, while still complaining, "Our southern slimes are bigger than cows, and the acid gel is incredibly corrosive.

When I was a child, I personally saw a female villager fall into a slime the size of a thatched house. Her clothes were all rotten in a few seconds.

By the time we rescued her, her eyes were completely blind, her whole body was burned, and she was disfigured.

Slime has always been one of the biggest problems for the people of Black Serpent Bay. This thing is too viable. One batch is killed and another batch comes. It can't be killed at all."

"Isn't your White Mountain Hermit Society making money by selling mortar?" Jeanne asked curiously from the side, "Isn't it good to have more slimes?"

"Our White Mountain Hermit Society is a distributor. We don't produce mortar. We are just mortar porters. The Roanne Party is the producer.

Besides, there is not so much demand for mortar now.

In the past, during the Hundred Years' War, a large number of castles and roads needed to be built, and mortar prices reached an all-time high.

After the war, there was no demand, and the Empire issued a decree prohibiting the use of mortar, which led to a sharp decline in mortar prices.

In addition, mortar is, after all, an alchemical product and requires alchemists to operate.

After the war, knights and priests began a frenzied siege of the Secret Party, and our alchemists are much fewer than before."

That is, as soon as the war ended, the production and demand sides shrank at the same time.

The behavior of these feudal lords is also quite abstract. Regardless of economic laws, they forcibly use transcendent violence to arbitrarily restrain the behavior of the people.

If they can't solve the economic problem, they solve the people. Fortunately, they are in a world with transcendent beings, otherwise they would have been overthrown by the petty nobles colluding with the people in riots.

It's just like that damn "Labor Law", which is very much in line with Horn's stereotype of feudal lords in the fantasy world.

"Alright." Covering the pot, Sisi clapped her hands and put down the large wooden spoon. "It will naturally stratify after cooling for a while."

"How should I deal with this slime spore coat?" Lifting the half-finger-thick spore coat, Horn asked Sisi.

"After washing with wood ash water, apply slime juice and dry it. The texture is soft, but it is not resistant to sharp objects. It can be used to make water bags and fake breasts. My previous fake breasts were made with this."

"…"

"…Are you still looking?!" Jeanne roared angrily at Horn.

"I didn't look at you. I just turned my head to talk to Madlen."

Seeing Jeanne leaving with a pout, Horn shook his head helplessly.

A confident woman, so annoying.