Distilled Water and Assault

"So that's how it is..." Facing the owner's answer, Rodney thought for a moment and asked, "Do you just wait for rain all the time? Have you ever thought about digging wells to extract groundwater, or using other methods to obtain fresh water?"

The owner shook his head and said, "There's only one well in town. Originally, after it rained a few times a year, the groundwater in the well was enough for everyone's daily drinking. But it hasn't rained for more than a year, and it's long been exhausted. It's because there's so little fresh water left that everyone chose to leave. As for the other methods you mentioned to obtain fresh water, I wouldn't know. We've always relied on rain and groundwater like this."

Rodney was silent. In theory, being near the coast, they could obtain fresh water by distilling seawater. Although drinking too much distilled water isn't good for the body, it could greatly reduce the demand for fresh water in the short term, to alleviate the immediate crisis. But the people here didn't seem to know about it.

He could also see that the technology tree of this world was obviously skewed. And because of the sea, the relatively closed-off, difficult-to-communicate lifestyle made many people's lives very different. Some were like the modern era, some in the Middle Ages, and some even in ancient times.

Their daily lives weren't very colorful. Technology was used to serve the upper class, and the lower classes rarely came into contact with it. They continued to use the things that had been passed down from ancient times, right up to the present day.

There were even cyborgs who could fire lasers, but some people's lives were still in ancient times.

He really didn't know what was going on. Wasn't technology supposed to serve people?

The people of this world seemed to put all their energy into war, and didn't pay attention to the common people. Productivity was low, and human life was so worthless?

Damn it!

Rodney breathed out. He wasn't a science student, and it was even more impossible for him to lead a technological revolution in this world. He could only do what he could.

His values were out of sync with this world. Even though he had integrated into it to some extent, there were still some things he found unsuited to.

He stood up and asked, "Boss, do you have any concave glass here? A pot lid will do, preferably concave glass."

"Concave glass, let me think, I think I do. What do you want it for?"

"Just doing an experiment." Rodney said with a smile.

The owner took out a glass plate, which seemed to be used for serving dishes, and it was quite large.

He also asked the owner for two basins, one large and one small.

He went to the St. Dorah River, filled the large basin halfway with seawater, put the small basin inside, buried it in the sand, and placed the concave glass facing down over the large basin, covering it.

He left it exposed to the sun.

The owner asked curiously, "Guest, what are you doing?"

"Extracting fresh water from seawater," Rodney said.

His words shocked the owner. "Extracting, extracting fresh water from seawater? Guest, you're not joking, are you?" Affected by technology, the owner had no knowledge of distilled water at all. However, they would distill fresh water from the sand.

They still relied on the heavens to live. They lived if it rained, and died ninety percent of the time if it didn't. The water in the sand was ultimately only a small amount.

Although the concave glass diffused the light, the sand and sun exposure caused the seawater to evaporate quickly. The water vapor flew up and was blocked by the concave glass. Rodney exhaled a cool breath, causing the hot air to meet the cold water and condense into water droplets.

Because of the curvature of the glass surface, the droplets moved towards the center and eventually fell into the small basin in the center. And the water in the big basin was constantly evaporating.

Half a basin of water evaporated quickly. When Rodney swept away the sand on one side, took out the hot glass and two basins, the small basin was already full of warm distilled water, and the surface of the large basin was covered with a layer of salt crystals, and the bottom of the basin was a paste-like mixture of water and salt.

He handed the distilled water to the owner and said, "Have a taste."

The owner trembled as he took a sip.

It was fresh, without any salty taste of seawater. It tasted a little different from the water he usually drank, but it was undoubtedly fresh water.

Fresh water, really extracted from seawater?

Tears welled up in his eyes as he held the water and cried, "If, if you could have come sooner, if you could have come sooner, so many people wouldn't have left, and so many more wouldn't have died."

Rodney said, "Although this is fresh water, it's not good for the body to drink it for a long time. Eat more vegetables and other foods." Since distilled water doesn't contain many of the trace elements needed by the human body, drinking too much of it isn't good for the body, but it can be supplemented in other ways.

"Oh, right, remember to store some ice at night."

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is extreme. It's normal for it to be forty or fifty degrees Celsius during the day and below zero at night. Condensing the distilled water is a crucial step. His water was only slightly cooler than the temperature of the steam. It was best to use ice.

He wrote down the things and steps needed to distill water on a piece of paper and handed it to the owner.

The owner treated it like a treasure. For those who didn't understand this method, it was comparable to life.

Having water in the desert meant they could survive.

They no longer needed to rely on the weather.

All this was thanks to the person in front of him.

"Guest, may I ask for your honorable name?"

"Joestar J. Rodney, remember every step above, it's best to customize a better collector." Rodney had rested enough and was ready to leave.

"Lord Rodney, are you leaving? Can you stay a few more days? When everyone knows what you've done, you will surely become famous and become a national hero like Lord Crocodile." The owner said from the bottom of his heart.

He believed that Rodney would become an even greater hero than Crocodile. Crocodile protected the people, but Rodney's method could save more people. If it spread, it would definitely save many lives.

"No need, it's just a small matter. I have more important things to do." Rodney raised the sails and left with the sand sled.

The owner watched the departing figure, firm in his belief that he must make Rodney's name known to everyone in Alabasta.

Not long after leaving Erumalu, Rodney stopped the sand sled.

In front of him, a house-sized, earthy-yellow turtle blocked his path.

On the turtle's back were seats with parasols, and on them were two people, a man and a woman.

The man had dark skin, wore a brown coat, and had a white number "5" on his left chest and the lower right corner of his coat. He had dreadlocks and wore sunglasses, looking like a rock singer.

The woman was holding a parasol, wearing a lemon-yellow bodycon dress with cut-out lemon logos, and a yellow hat. She was a fashionable and beautiful woman, and her smile gave people a sense of schadenfreude.

The woman looked at the wanted poster in her hand, which showed Rodney's previous face, and said with a smile, "Oh, I found him. It's just a pity that the wanted poster has been withdrawn. Three million Belly is quite a bit of pocket money. What a pity."

The man next to her said, "Let's cut the crap, Miss Valentine. We can complete the mission after we kill him."

Miss Valentine said with dissatisfaction, "We came all the way here just to kill this guy? The sun is making my skin unbearable."

Mr. 5 was expressionless, stuck a finger into his nose, dug out a ball of boogers, pinched it between his fingers, and aimed it at Rodney, saying, "Killing him is just a matter of convenience, very simple."

With a flick of his finger, the booger flew out.

Booger Bomb!

BOOM!

A violent explosion occurred, stirring up a large amount of dust. A Kunai with an Explosive Tag flew out and stuck into their seat. The Explosive Tag ignited, and Mr. 5 grabbed the Explosive Tag with one hand upon seeing this.

The Explosive Tag exploded, and nothing happened to his hand except that it turned black.

He said somewhat triumphantly, "I am an Explosion Man who ate the Paramecia Explosion-Explosion Fruit. Explosions are useless to me."

Miss Valentine laughed on the side, "Is this his last struggle? Mr. 5, how pathetic."

"That's how the weak are. Our mission is comple..." Mr. 5 pushed Miss Valentine away with one hand, and Shuriken grazed past, sticking into the sand behind them.

Turning his head to look, he saw Rodney standing there unscathed, smiling and saying, "Surprise, motherfu**er!"