Russell was about to put away the thermometer, but then he spotted the paper underneath it. "What's this?"
He took out the printed illustration. It showed the steps for using a thermometer.
There was a little text beside it, but most of the page was taken up by especially charming little figures demonstrating how to use it.
Clear and lifelike.
Anyone with a functioning brain could figure it out.
"They even thought of that?"
"Report: The vaccinations have been completed."
"Mm, understood." Lynn glanced over, then addressed the people in the laboratory. "Food must be supplied as usual. Pay must be issued as usual once the experiment is complete. Make sure they receive the full benefits they're entitled to."
"The church's Saintess is the one in charge here." Lynn looked toward Ria, who was also wearing Aningsbe's protective suit. Everyone looked more or less the same in them.
After all, aside from the masks they'd outsourced to merchant nobles in exchange for a cut, the remaining protective suits—the kind worn on battlefields or in high-risk epidemic zones—had to meet especially strict standards. Lynn didn't want to buy them from civilian suppliers.
Besides, he didn't want to sort through different types. A few sets seemed like enough.
The two large round lenses on their suits also had a sunglasses effect.
They protected against sudden flashes.
And they kept the sun from glaring into their eyes and affecting their aim.
They were wrapped up from head to toe.
Lynn turned to Ria. "You're in charge here now, Ria."
"The experiment will probably take two or three months. Take your time."
"Still, regarding variolation, I'd recommend introducing it in areas with enough clergy to administer it."
"Though the success rate isn't very high."
Ria was still hesitating. With this method, only two