Chapter 212 - Alchemy Factory (2/2)
Gawain looked at the foolish girl and asked, “Why do you want to go there? It is just a completion of the reaction vessel. It isn’t a celebration ceremony for the completion of the factory. Furthermore, you don’t know anything about alchemy.”
“I can go over and release two Fireballs to liven things up! Shouldn’t there be fireworks for something that is worth celebrating…?”
Gawain immediately glared at her and said, “If you dare to release a Fireball at the Alchemy Factory, I will throw you out like a Fireball!”
“I mean to throw it into the sky…”
“Not even into the sky!”
Rebecca stuck her tongue out and obediently raised one hand. “Then I swear on the name of the Cecil Clan’s ancestors, I will obediently—”
Gawain wanted to nod at first, but he suddenly came back to his senses. “I am your ancestor!”
Rebecca: “…”
Amber sneaked beside Jenni and whispered to her, “Don’t you feel that when these two are conversing, their brains seem to have pits?”
Jenni had already adapted to the atmosphere of the Cecil territory, but she wasn’t adapted to Amber’s mouth. She didn’t know how to continue this topic. “I… I don’t know what to say…”
“Tsk. Boring.” Amber looked with contempt at the Runemaster who couldn’t even be a supporting character before she turned to look at Gawain. “Old dumpling, are you not going to leave yet? It is interesting to bicker with your granddaughter…”
Amber’s words had successfully diverted Gawain and Rebecca’s attention, while the latter stopped protesting…
In the end, after Rebecca’s constant pestering, Gawain still brought this overly curious and foolish girl with him. Along with Rebecca, the trio headed to the Alchemy Factory that was located at the borders of the town.
Even with the “black technology”-class construction techniques, the Alchemy Factory was far from completion. Right now, there was only the No. 1 Workshop and its related warehouse. Inside the No. 1 Workshop, there was only one reaction-vessel set that was completely assembled. In Gawain’s conception, this place would need at least three workshops and twelve reaction vessels to fulfill the production of basic medicine alchemy — like catalyzers for plants to be used in agriculture, soil improvement serums, weed control serums, druidic medicine for human use, inferior magic medicine, and various types of medication for illnesses. There were over a dozen types of fundamental medicines. For traditional alchemists, these medicinal potions were all refined in small alchemy labs and were done with a small alchemy table and a few reaction control bottles. However, such an operation obviously wasn’t suited for the factory. The reaction vessels in the factory would be operated continuously; be it the addition of materials or of finished-product output, they would be constantly produced in batches. Apart from a few rare situations, each medicinal potion would have a specialized reaction vessel.
As such, by referring to the properties of the fundamental medicinal fluids, Pittman had sorted them into 12 “production lines” and three different workshops. The different workshops isolated and formed different sections to ensure that the produced medicinal fluids wouldn’t be mixed together and cause accidents. In fact, if it was according to Gawain’s request, the medicine for ordinary people, medicine for Beyonders, and medicine for agriculture wouldn’t have been produced in the same factory. However, due to the restricted conditions of the territory, the costs to open three Alchemy Factories at the same time would be terrifyingly expensive. Furthermore, the Druid medicines had different characteristics compared to the “agricultural chemicals” that Gawain knew of. The fundamental medicinal fluids that were scheduled for production didn’t have too much of a contamination risk; therefore, Pittman was permitted to put the three workshops in the same factory.
However, he had also made a special request to Pittman. In the future, if they had to produce a higher grade of medicinal fluid that had a better effect and fewer harmful side effects, they would do a completely isolated production process. There must not be any possibility of cross-contamination from the raw material to the half-finished product to the finished product.
The tall and big reaction vessel stood in the middle of the spacious production workshop. Pittman and the apprentices that he had trained, along with the ordinary workers, were busy working on the brand new installation. This was an apparatus that was unprecedented, and it was unlike any alchemy setup in this world. It was also unlike any of the magic-conducting machinery that had been developed in the territory. Of course, it was also unlike any chemical industry equipment in Gawain’s otherworld memories.
At the center was a two-meter tall vertical metal vessel, and there were several bending pipes that connected the metal vessel together with a few smaller reaction vessels, forming a star-shaped atomic structure. The pipes weren’t just for the distribution of materials and gases, they were also a part of the magic circle. At the connecting parts between the “piping magic circle” and the reaction vessels, there were glittering Druid theurgy runes and all sorts of magic runes reflecting off each other. On a portion of the reaction vessel’s surface, there were magic circles of various sizes that were glowing faintly. On the “foundation” of the entire equipment, there was a cement platform that was a few centimeters higher than the surface of the ground. On the surface of it was a crucial detail: the Inversion Circle.
It was able to extract the magic from the underground magic web and transmute it into a “natural divine energy” that could be used by the Druid’s theurgy circles. Through this miraculous transmutation process, the humans had control of the power that once belonged to gods.