Knight's Guide to Anti-Wolf [Western Fantasy]

Back in Southwest Province, Ansu, who was exposed, was in a bad mood for a long time.

"When did my brother find out?" He hung on Miriam, feeling hurt.

"Before he wasn't by your side, even if he felt something was wrong, he wouldn't think about it, but later you asked the original Ansu to see him if you had anything to do." In fact, Mi Lieya had been watching a good show for a long time. When she found out that her brother's personality During the split, Renault's panic under the cold face was simply delightful to see, who made him always look calm and calm.

"Okay, I have an older brother." Ansu was actually quite beautiful, so he stretched his hand into Mireia's arms again.

Mireya slapped it away: "Don't force me!"

"Is it okay to let go?" An Su was displeased.

"Didn't you have enough trouble last night? Why are you so energetic even though you are suffering?" Miriam couldn't understand.

"Because the fields that have not been plowed are only exhausted cows." Ansu felt that the healing technique was truly a magical technique, very useful and easy to use.

Mireia finally got serious: "You forced me."

"Why, you still want to deal with me?" An Su asked curiously.

Miriah sneered, and a familiar animal crawled out of his hand.

"Hey..." The little red scorpion waved its cute pincers, ran up to An Su's body, stopped on the chest of the clothes, swished its two soft tails, and rubbed against Mummy's neck.

"Don't call me Mommy, that's the one opposite." An Su blushed a little.

The little scorpion's black eyes turned to Miriam curiously: "Huh?"

"Don't lie to children." Miriam said seriously, "Education is such an important thing, how can you lie to our children like this?"

"When I was young, my mother said that I was picked up from the garbage." An Su was a little embarrassed, so he could only suffer a little bit, and stroked the head of the little scorpion with his fingers, "Okay, Xiao Hong, come here, what do you eat? What about things?"

"He eats dreams, but it doesn't matter if you eat and play with things in the material world." Mireya put a piece of bread on the table in front of the little scorpion, "Come, eat and play."

The red scorpion flicked its tail happily, climbed onto his hand and ate the bread bigger than itself beautifully, then raised its black eyes to look at the two fathers: "Huh?"

"Of course, you can eat whatever you want." An Su's heart melted from his son Shuishui's eyes, and he assigned someone to deliver the food.

But Xiaohong jumped on the table excitedly when she heard this sentence, biting the table and eating all the way.

In less than a second, the ink and parchment on the table were eaten, and he gnawed on the floor excitedly.

"Ah, you can't eat this." An Ban and Mi Lieya shot at the same time, and each of them lifted the son up by one tail. If Mi Lieya hadn't let go of his hand quickly, one of the tails might be ripped off.

The little scorpion who was lifted upside down in the air looked at An Su curiously, twisted in his hands, and hugged his fingers: "Huh?"

"In the dream, you can eat a whole world without any problem," Miriam nodded on his son's head. "Not the material world. You are too young to digest it."

"Hey," Little Red Scorpion nodded, and then stretched his pincers towards Ansu, "Hey~ Hey~~."

Ansu looked at Miriam in astonishment, suspecting that he had misunderstood.

"You heard me right. He is very curious about how we gave birth to him. If you want, we can perform in front of him." Miriah couldn't believe it, Ansu could do it.

"...You can't keep him outside forever." Ansu said a little angrily.

"It doesn't have to be all the time, as long as it is during the day." Miriam breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed at the little scorpion by the way, "You have thrown him into a dream for a long time, he has always missed you, and he has half human blood , and get acquainted with the real world.”

"Forget it, I don't care about you." Although I know that this little scorpion exists as a shield, it's time to cultivate feelings.

Without bothering Miriah any more, Ansu asked Little Red Scorpion to stand on his shoulders and left the small courtyard.

The little scorpion didn't have much time in the human world. She looked around curiously. Sometimes Ansu blocked her view, so she simply climbed onto Ansu's ear. in the hair.

"Oh~~" The hair was so warm, and the little scorpion rolled comfortably in the hair.

The summer sun was getting stronger, Ansu stood outside the courtyard, not knowing where to go.

When he came back, the pastor Xi Ya, who was already in charge, wanted to arrange guards for him, but he refused. After all, he is already a strong man of the holy rank. Basically, there is no one in this world who can kill him directly, even if he is besieged. He asked his partner Ansu to come to the rescue, and brought guards who were not up to the level, so he probably became a guard instead.

Then go to the pharmacy first.

Ansu walked along the street to a group of new buildings in the west of the city. Before that, he had moved his small production of penicillin extraction here, and put some key points and detection methods in the form of an assembly line. Later, due to the expansion of power, the arrival of various resources Both the route and the quantity met the standards he wanted, so in addition to extracting penicillin, another pesticide production line was built there to mix Bordeaux mixture to fight plant diseases.

Walking into the warehouse, many young people are busy in it. They have to use the crank to stir the culture solution to keep it in contact with the air, so as to prevent the mold from growing on the surface. Ansu thought that it would be great if it could be driven by electricity. But he has long forgotten the principles of electricity in middle school, so he can think about this kind of thing.

Ansu then randomly checked a fermented strain tank and nodded. The growth is not bad, but the cost of glucose hydrolyzed with starch liquid is still too high. If possible, it is better to find cotton seeds as soon as possible. Residue soaking in water is the culture medium with the lowest cost and the highest yield. I heard that it grows in foreign continents. Mountain people also introduced it back then. I have the opportunity to ask my brother, and cotton is also a very economical crop. It would be a pity not to introduce it.

Then he went to the production line for extracting penicillin, and he had a bit of a headache. Although the extraction process in school was enough to send him to prison for a lifetime, but in this kind of feudal society in the middle world, the requirements should not be too high.

Just looking at the extract that was refrigerated in a glass bottle, and thinking about the poor syringe and the hygienic habits of the people here, Ansu felt that the intravenous injection of penicillin might have to be done by himself, and the others could only be tried. Oral penicillin has been made, but it is so wasteful, the efficacy of the drug is one-fifth of that of injection, and an additional layer of technology is required.

Or we can only take it slowly, these things can't be done at once.

After a half-day lecture on the basic knowledge of medicine to a few apprentices who had studied with him before, Ansu gave them a simple microscope that someone had made, and then went to the rubber production line next door.

The root of this kind of rubber grass contains about 25% natural rubber, and the leather soles, gloves, and wheels made of it are very popular. Pastor Shia, who is already on the right track of management, has asked people to surround the place with three layers inside and outside. , because this is already the largest source of income in the Southwest Province. In front of the wear-resistant and soft rubber, clogs and bare wooden wheels are as shabby as a beggar.

Syringes are also much easier to use because of the discovery of rubber grass, but the problem of needles cannot be solved, but the sales of soap are not as good.

After a day of tossing, Ansu returned to the room, but did not see Miriah.

The newly moved table is extremely clean, exuding the fragrance of plants and trees, and the fragrant flowers are placed in exquisite vases, neat and fresh.

There were no signs of a fight in the room.

But there was a letter on the table, the handwriting on it was beautiful and delicate, and it was Miriah's handwriting.

"What kind of letter do you write under one roof?" Ansu picked up the letter paper a little uneasy.

The letter is very short, so short that there is only one goodbye.

There is no beginning, no end, just a goodbye.

Ansu was stunned.

"Huh?" The little scorpion turned around, pulling Ansu's sleeve to point in the direction, "Huh~"

"No, I won't go to him." Ansu felt the breath in his chest was extremely tight, but he still suppressed it, "It's not that your father is irresponsible and ignorant of the seriousness. He left a letter like this without saying much, just I have encountered a lot of trouble, and I have to figure it out before I can figure out what to do.”

The little red scorpion's tail drooped down along with its claws.

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Thousands of miles away, White Rose collar.

The bright moon hangs high, the sky is full of stars, beautiful and dazzling.

The summer night is quiet and serene, and the sea of ​​roses spreads along the hillside to the endless distance.

The white rose under the moonlight is glamorous and pure, and the rolling dew is like the tears of a girl, which makes people love it.

It's just that Rose Castle tonight is too quiet.

The fragrance of roses carried a trace of bloody breath.

Terrible corpses of different death shapes were scattered all over the castle, blood pooled in the low-lying places, and gradually seeped into the soil.

Mireya stood quietly in the corner, watching a huge demon gnaw away a hot heart, without saying a word.

At this time, the ground shook suddenly, and a worm-shaped monster more than ten meters high appeared from under the flower pot in the corner, like an earthworm magnified countless times, and the mucus on its body exuded a stench.

"Did you find anything?" Rick Luther asked aside.

The monster suddenly spat out a walnut staff from its mouthparts.

"That's right, it's one of the seven keys, so Miriah, go find the next one." The little cousin sighed softly, "After you find it, go back quickly, don't worry Ansu."

"I'm not sure whether to go back." Miriam whispered.

"I always feel that you don't look like a devil." Rick Luther looked at him a little puzzled.

"You look more and more alike."