Chapter 1205 Lord of Plague, Don’t You Even Recognize a Fly?

Gold foil, vacuum chambers, observation instruments, etc., Gretel actually asked for them for Archmage Baierbo.

The eldest brother is at the critical point of advancing to the legend, and he cannot miss a step. In order to accompany him, I delayed half a year of research. This is too painful——

Therefore, Grete used public services for his own benefit and added these experimental instruments related to observing atomic nuclei to the list. It's not very expensive either, like gold foil or something. Senior brother just made a fortune, there's a lot of gold...

As for himself, all he wanted was flies, flies, flies and flies. Led by Udian and Ash Moonsong, a dozen elves ran in the surrounding forest for seven or eight days before they tremblingly picked up a pile of burdens and returned with thousands of bottles:

"Well, Gretel, this is the fly you want..."

Oh my god, things like flies are really disgusting! Either in the garbage dump, in the toilet, or next to the dead animals, or live animals that are bitten, bleeding and injured...

Elves, as long as there is no elf, there is no one who doesn’t like to be clean!

In order to find all these flies, they pinched their noses and walked wherever they were dirty or smelly, but they would die!

If it weren't for the elves living nearby, either himself or his friends, or an acquaintance or a familiar monster, who had received Gretel's treatment, who would be willing to suffer such a heavy punishment!

Grete also had an earthy complexion.

There was a pile of rot, rotten meat, feces, etc. underneath each of these one thousand bottles, and there were hundreds of flies buzzing inside.

In order to maintain ventilation, the bottle mouth cannot be sealed and can only be covered with a layer of gauze. The scent from a thousand bottles comes out of the gauze, and the effect is...

Gretel cast a bubble spell on himself with his backhand.

Looking at the elves again, all of them were wearing bubble spells and cleansing spells to protect their bodies, and they still looked gloomy. Everyone looked like they had been ravaged a hundred times.

Gretel forced a smile, nodded gratefully to them, and looked at the bottles again. Taking a closer look, I felt even more dizzy:

Big ones, small ones, gray ones, black ones, green ones. Red eyes, black eyes, brown eyes. At a glance, in short, there are at least twenty or thirty kinds...

"Um..." he asked weakly: "Have you separated these flies one by one?"

"Do we still want to separate?"

"Different species? Who cares what species of flies there are!"

"That's right, who would study flies! Such smelly, dirty things!"

"Thousands of bottles of flies! How do you divide them, open them all, and guide them into groups? Do you tell them, 'You guys should discuss with each other, and fly the same kind together'?"

"Who is going to communicate with flies? I don't want to... just thinking about it makes me feel so dirty and smelly... vomit..."

Gretel: T_T

"Okay, you guys, please stop bullying little Gretel, look at him almost crying..."

At the critical moment, it was Ashe Yuege who stood up, waving his arms and sending away his companions who had brought the flies along. Then, he turned to Gretel and sighed longly:

"Forget it, just tell me how to group them into groups, and I will find a way to help you..."

"Don't help him."

A deep voice suddenly sounded at the entrance of the laboratory - or the experimental area.

Archmage Baierbo strode over. As expected, he also had a bubble spell covering his head and a cleaning spell protecting his body. He glanced at the fly bottle at the door and frowned, looking very dissatisfied:

"You don't even know a fly anymore?"

"Ah?" Why should I know...

"Plague..." Archmage Baierbo wanted to complain about "Lord of Plague". He glanced at Ashe Yuesong and thought that he was a magician of the plasticity system after all, so he reluctantly endured the title:

"Didn't you snatch part of the Plague Girl's inheritance? There's nothing about flies in it? Use your brain and think about it! Move it around! Don't wait for others to do everything for you!"

Gretel: T_T

If possible, I really don't want to mobilize those inheritances...it's dirty and smelly, just in my head...larvae are swarming, flies are flying everywhere, spreading diseases and so on...

He sighed deeply, sat down with his oak staff in his arms, and began to meditate. The little snake poked its head out from the oak stick, its tail wrapped around the stick, its long snake body stretched forward, and put its head between Grete's eyebrows:

Hey, when I swallowed the inheritance of that plague girl, I swallowed a big portion! The biggest portion!

Grete meditated seriously. In my memory, the dirty black veil and the dementor-like figure... the flies are its skirt, the mosquitoes are its streamers, and the miasma is its makeup...

All kinds of flies follow it, constantly flying, constantly breeding, constantly updating and iterating, constantly...

All kinds of diseases are spread.

How did Plague Girl choose them? Order them? Enhance them? And how to speed up their reproduction and make them carry various germs... No, the last one, you don’t need to learn it for the time being...

Grete silently sorted through his memories. Some of the memories passed down from the plague girl were very useful, some were not so useful, and some ideas were very different from his own.

However, no matter what, these knowledge, methods and techniques can still help a lot...

"The bottle can be opened." He whispered softly, as if dreaming, and raised the oak staff. Archmage Baierbo and Ashe Yuesong looked at each other and stretched out their hands helplessly.

The grass blades rustled and the wind blew, lifting the gauze on the bottle mouth one by one, letting the flies inside rise into the sky. Then, a small group of gray-green breath gently covered the large pile of glass bottles.

"Come on, be obedient... line up your lines according to your species... and go into different bottles... As for your larvae, we'll talk about it after they hatch..."

Grete ordered softly. In terms of its nature, the power inherited from the plague girl, or stolen from it, is of a higher level than the level 12 nature priest's ability to communicate with animals, and the effect is immediate——

And those flies, according to Gretel's order, split into black clouds one after another, dispersed and dropped into different glass bottles.

Grete breathed a sigh of relief and looked at them one by one. Size, body color, shape, pattern...

"This is not...this is not...this is not...this is not..."

"What exactly do you want fly?"

Ashe Yuesong stood far away, full of doubts. Gretel turned his head and gave her a smile that was uglier than crying:

I heard the biology student next door complain that there are more than 10,000 known species of flies in the world, and more than 1,600 species have been recorded in China. so……

How did senior scientists accurately identify fruit flies from among these numerous fly species?

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