Chapter 809
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At night, the Undercity of the Demon Realm.
Under Cersei's planning, an industrial area had been gradually built here. New alchemy workshops and factories were built here.
The Prophet was in a factory that had just been completed in this area.
In front of the Prophet was a huge glass jar that contained a large amount of green light and bubbling green liquid.
Above the glass jar was a pipeline that transported the liquid to the other side of the factory.
The Prophet went to the bottom of the glass jar and turned on a device that looked like a faucet. The dark green liquid slipped into the glass in the Prophet's hand.
"Drink it." The Prophet handed the glass in her hand to her apprentice, Lyssa.
This young girl from the Blood Breeds was also a foreign student in Noland. She was now specializing in the field of alchemy and had just obtained the certificate of a rank 3 alchemist some time ago.
"Mentor, you have a better grasp of the composition of the formula than I do."
Lyssa had just finished teaching her students today when she was called to this factory by the Prophet. She had already heard that the Prophet planned to build a new alchemy factory.
However, today was her first time here, and Lyssa only felt that this place was filled with a kind of evil atmosphere.
"I'm testing the effect, not the taste … I don't have high requirements for the taste of food. Don't you always pay attention to the taste when you're alchemy?"
The Prophet's words also represented the two schools of alchemy in Noland. The first school was that 'the taste of the potion is as important as the effect of the potion'. The second school was that 'the most important thing in a bottle of potion is the effect, and the taste doesn't matter at all!'
The Prophet belonged to the latter school, while Lyssa was more inclined to the former …
The former was more suitable for commercialization. After all, the potion with frog legs in the bottle couldn't be sold.
Lyssa obeyed the Prophet's order and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.
"It's better than last time. The balance between sweet and sour is just right. The coke you made for the experiment last time was a little sour."
Lyssa gave her evaluation after drinking it like a wine taster.
"There's still room for improvement," the Prophet said.
"Mentor, I think the taste is already very good."
"I'm referring to the amount of Sin Dust consumed by the materials. The current ratio of Sin Dust in the formula is 27: 1. If the right amount is added with some catalysts to replace it …"
The Prophet was an absolute pragmatist. In the Sin Cola, only the dust was the most precious and indispensable raw material.
The best way to maximize the profits was to reduce the proportion of Sin Dust in the formula as much as possible.
"Prophet, our powder reserves should be sufficient, right?"
Josiah visited the newly built alchemy workshop at this time. The gray-clothed man came to the Demon Realm with Josiah.
"Your Highness Josiah!" Upon seeing Josiah, Lyssa immediately bowed to Josiah.
"Sufficient storage and maximizing profits are not in conflict, but if Your Highness Josiah wants to start the first production line today, this formula is the most perfect for now." The Prophet said.
"There's no need to delay it any longer. It happens to be the opening day of the Noland portal, so we can sell it all over the world."
Under Josiah's signal, the Prophet began to organize the workers hired in advance and officially started the alchemy factory.
This was the first time Josiah witnessed the start of the alchemy factory. The industrial system of this world had many similarities and differences with the earth.
The sound of gears running still rang in Josiah's ears, but what drove these gears was magic …
The liquid in the huge glass jar in front of Josiah bubbled, and the pipe pumped the liquid to another part of the factory.
"Where is the official shipping place?" Josiah asked.
"This way."
The Prophet led Josiah and the gray-clothed man to another part of the factory. It was like a maze covered by gears. It wasn't until Josiah walked to the end that he saw the empty space used as a temporary warehouse.
A lot of packaged Sin Cola had been produced here, and the workers hired by the Prophet were packing them into boxes and piling them on one side of the warehouse.
"The packaging material is the latest soft stone from the Iron Nation. Their alchemists used this soft metal material to package potions half a year ago."
The Prophet picked up one of the packaged Sin Cola on the production line and handed it to Josiah.
The shape and material of the packaging were very similar to the cans on earth, but there was no fancy paint on it.
"Your Highness Josiah, your design for this soft stone packaging once again makes me … unable to make any suggestions for improvement." The Prophet said.
"I just feel that the cork and glass bottle are not very suitable for long-distance transportation."
Josiah opened the ring on the top of the packaging. Most potions in this world were still mass-produced with corks and glass bottles.
The Iron Nation's use of this soft stone material similar to aluminum was already an innovative operation.
On top of this innovation, Josiah added the design of the Earth, so he made the classic drink packaging.
When the ring was pulled by Josiah, the clear sound of bubbles sounded very pleasant to Josiah's ears.
"Gray Robe, this is the way to open the packaging of this drink."
Josiah once again picked up a bottle of Sin Cola on the production line and handed it to the Gray Robe. He held it in his hand and began to study it.
"Waxy soft stone?"
The Gray Robe's knowledge of alchemy was not to be underestimated. He immediately recognized the raw material used for the packaging.
"This soft stone is good at absorbing magic, but it is not easy to process. The Iron Nation still found a way to make it into a container?"
The Gray Robe also pulled the ring and poured a drop of the liquid inside into his palm.
"Sweet Fey Fruit, Sourheart Fruit … Some White Crystal Syrup, and there is also an alchemy material I have not seen before, but it will not affect magic. I know what to do."
"Gray Robe, do you need to find some empty cans for you?" Josiah asked.
"No need, no need … Just inscribe a seal that ordinary people will not be able to detect."
The Gray Robe placed a can of Sin Cola on the ground. The owl standing on his shoulder instantly jumped and began to drink the liquid inside.
"Randomly choose one?"
The Gray Robe came to the side of the production line and looked at the pile of Sin Cola.
"Well … randomly," Josiah said.
After getting Josiah's answer, the Gray Robe raised his hand and a bottle of Sin Cola floated in the air.
A pale white crystal appeared in the Gray Robe's hand. At the same time, a large number of inscriptions appeared beside the Gray Robe.
These inscriptions were all absorbed by the can of Sin Cola.
Josiah watched this scene from the side. He had a feeling that the quality of this bottle of Sin Cola would be upgraded from Common to Rare in the next second.
"This is my first idea. Josiah, you can open it and take a look," the Gray Robe said.
The bottle of Sin Cola floated into Josiah's hand. Josiah directly pulled the ring on top.
Just as Josiah pulled the ring, the surface of the bottle overflowed with a pale white light. Special effects like fireworks emerged from the mouth of the bottle.
Josiah really did hear the sound of something exploding. Then, the entire can gradually turned from green to gold.
On the surface of the can, the silhouette of an owl standing on a branch and an inscription symbol appeared.
"It's very simple to change the color of waxy soft stone, but … This crystal will remember every container that I marked."
The gray crystal in the Gray Robe's hand lit up with a dim light.
"The effect has completely exceeded my imagination. But can you change these inscription symbols into some words?"
Josiah flipped the can in his hand. The inscription on it should be the seal mark that the Gray Robe Robe had inscribed on it.
"There's no problem … What do you want to add on it?" The owl that the Gray Robe Robe Robe had previously released had already flown back to his shoulder. It even let out a burp.
"Consider it a congratulatory message. I'll keep this as a souvenir."
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