Two Hundred and Thirty Sleeping Pills

"Sure enough... I was hated from the very beginning... Ah! Ah!"

In a magnificent restaurant, the dinner has been over for a long time.

Linlang's tableware had already been packed, and the sailors had their own busy schedules. Even the hard-working Offee was on duty, and in the rare spare time at night, he went to Xiangyangpo to chat with his dear girlfriends.

Lorraine and Bell were the only ones left in the restaurant.

But from another point of view, fortunately, the thick-lined Offie left, and Bell, who was frustrated in his first love, was able to radiate the frustration in his heart wantonly, howling bloody tears one after another.

Candles... half burnt...

Lorraine dug out his ears in embarrassment, not understanding how he could be so forced to provide emotional counseling for the frustrated...frustrated youth.

Although Bell's vague feelings were originally revealed by him, the progress of emotional consultation is also inseparable from the business relationship of the chamber of commerce.

But he is the president, isn't he?

The chairman of the general chamber of commerce, the chairman of the board with absolute authority, the helm of the giant commercial ship...

Isn't this kind of boss-level bigwigs usually creating problems from above, asking for progress, and then standing by and watching, killing or burying them?

Obviously, the scale of the Drake Chamber of Commerce is still too small.

Lorraine sighed regretfully, knocked on the table, and comforted him gently: "Bell, it's too ugly."

"You're my little girl!" Bell tore half of his face from the table, and begged to look at Lorraine, "I don't want you to see the ugly face, why should I let my dear sister see it?"

Lorraine has a black line on his forehead.

"I found that you always mentioned your sister at inappropriate times. Once when you sold me a commuter, once when you defected to me, and it happened again today. Could it be that this is some kind of sign that you are covering up your guilty conscience? "

"Uh... how come! My sister is the bond of friendship between you and me, and also the comfort of my soul. It is natural to think of the angels at home when you are weak, just like the Puritans always embrace God when they are dying."

It's a very reasonable explanation. Lorraine didn't realize that he had touched the truth inadvertently, and easily let go of this rare insight.

He restrained his spirit and carefully considered his words.

"Bell,

Girls always have some weird reading comprehension, and only scum like Yacharin can express their feelings perfectly in front of them. Normal people are like you, failure, failure, ups and downs..."

"real?"

"Look at me, I have a huge net worth, high skills, cultivation, knowledge, taste, looks, career, majesty, boat, and beautiful female crew. I'm not a bachelor yet?"

Bell seemed to have suddenly discovered some new continent.

"It's only when you say that that I realize that your life has failed more than mine!"

"If you don't want to die, shut up."

Lorraine took a few deep breaths: "There is an ancient oriental proverb, which is called alcohol is the most beautiful creation in the world. It can heal emotional wounds, strengthen the soul, and make people no longer Fragile, able to withstand the wind and rain..."

Bell was full of doubts: "Can seven syllables express such a complicated meaning?"

"East..." Lorraine waved his hand impatiently, "Why don't you try it?"

"drink wine?"

Lorraine rang the bell and called the Indian maid on duty: "Fenlier, go to my study and fetch that bottle of Bushmill whiskey, bring a bucket of ice, and thank you for two glasses."

After a while, Fenrir prepared the relevant things on the dining table, and Bell looked at the amber wine in front of him salivatingly, his voice trembling slightly.

"This is the legendary..."

"Bushmill, the oldest whiskey distillery in the world, was established in 1608. It is the origin and sacred place of all whiskey in the world."

"You still have such good things?"

"I'm a businessman." Lorraine spread his hands indifferently, "As you know, I'm still the most popular businessman in recent years."

The clear wine is poured into the wine glass, and the ice cubes frozen into the shape of clover make a crisp sound, bringing people a unique visual experience.

Lorraine continued: "Whiskey originated from the brewing technology of Irish missionaries, so it is the best match with clover. If it is brandy, I like to serve it with lily ice. Bringing a French tasting experience."

"Evil capital!" Bell uttered a proletarian roar, raised his hand, and drank it down.

"Huh? This wine...is so strong..."

bang!

Bell fell headfirst on the soft carpet, and Lorraine's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Daniel."

Daniel Solander walked in from outside the restaurant expressionlessly, laid Bell on his back, measured his breathing and body temperature, and listened to his heartbeat for a while, carefully inspecting Bell's skin, and then turned to Lorraine slightly. nod.

Lorraine played with the wine glass in front of him.

"How long does the medicine last?"

"Integrating 227 human experiments conducted by the Royal Alchemist Association, this dose of medicine can bring Judea sleep for a minimum of 7 days and a maximum of 9 days. There are no special records."

"7 to 9 days, will his body function be affected?"

"The moss powder that is specially produced in the caves in northern Ireland is ground and mixed with the hallucinogenic mushrooms in Central Africa. This sleeping pill is different from the general stunner. It does not form a coma, but a high fever-like symptom."

"After about 4 hours, he will enter a trance, unable to distinguish the environment he is in, and unable to wake up, but will subconsciously maintain his physiological needs. After waking up, except for a certain degree of weakness, there will be no residual sequelae."

Lorraine raised her eyebrows: "Like a high fever?"

"Hallucinations, confusion, inability to correctly feed back stimuli, inability to form effective memories, that's about it."

"It seems that I need to take some time to learn about alchemy." Lorraine sighed, "Speaking of which, do you bring a lot of strange materials like this?"

"I have some special products that are not available in America, easy to carry and relatively common. The main reason is that many alchemy preparations have medical value. For example, sleeping pills are also very suitable sedatives."

Lorraine agreed with his thinking.

It is true that the sleeping pills used on Bell are definitely far less than the tranquilizers of later generations, but in this era of lack of medical treatment and drugs, and expecting to use feces and urine to cure diseases, they are well-deserved holy medicines and magic medicines, even if the cost is high. Some, also belong to the category that can be tried and enriched.

Thinking of this, Lorraine said to Daniel: "Daniel, I think you are suitable to use the channels of the Chamber of Commerce to serve your alchemy skills. Now that the ocean trade has been opened up, the Chamber of Commerce for Purchasing and Shipping can try its best to cooperate with you, and the Chamber of Commerce should also bear part of the expenses. , at this stage, I think one hundred pounds per month is an appropriate amount."

After joining the flagship for more than half a year, Daniel showed a clear expression for the first time.

He said in surprise: "I thought that with your pragmatism, I would need more proof to get the privilege."

"I can still tell if it's worth it or not." Lorraine smiled, "Of course, I'm also prepared to lose everything. Because according to general estimates, you must have a lot of formulas and experiments in hand, but like Sleeping pills are like this, and there are probably very few that can make an ordinary person like me see practicality."

"I have to say, your words are not at all like a mortal who knows nothing about alchemy."

"Complimenting each other is a waste of precious time." Lorraine stood up, "Since even Bell is ready...inform everyone that it's time to explore the Maya."

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