Waterfall Camp

Without sufficient equipment, without truly seasoned experts, no one could dismantle these beautiful amber-colored things with their bare hands.

Unless she was a history major transmigrator from the Celestial Empire.

As everyone knew, not only were science students less romantic than humanities students, after transmigrating, they also lacked the humanities students' wild, unconstrained imagination.

Burning glass by hand to make mirrors, one nitrate, two sulfur, three charcoal, not to mention building blast furnaces and smelting alloys... Any job within a science student's specialty, a humanities transmigrator would definitely do better than a science transmigrator!

...Unfortunately, though Jiang Han was in the humanities, she was humanities among science students. She did not possess the ability to handcraft molecular formulas and estimate milligrams by sight.

Without equipment or experts, the best method was to find somewhere with professional equipment, then find somewhere with professional experts.

In Jiang Han's room, a gigantic map lay spread across the table in the reception room. Jiang Han knelt on the map, her tail poking at a marker on it.

"This is the largest camp nearby. We can find experts there who understand salt-lake ecosystems. Even if we can't, we can still get two microscopes and a refining furnace, then add a sterile room and an occult isolation spell array. Nothing could possibly go wrong!"

Chen Ligu sighed, stood up, grabbed Jiang Han beneath the arms with both hands, and lifted down this witch who was far too obstructive when placed on the tabletop.

Lester sighed and withdrew her gaze, studying the map with an apparently serious expression. After a moment, she added innocently, ignorantly, and even lewdly:

"Um, which place did you just point at?"

Lilia was lost amid her bewilderment, and amid that helplessness, a faint smile appeared on her face.

"D."

Hah, these days