Chapter 99
On the first day Ice Cream entered the castle, Cyrus received a letter from Grand Duke Orville, asking him if he had any intention of writing a new storybook after the completion of the Tales of the Gods series.
Finally, at the end of the letter, it was written, "I have obtained a cub of the Snow Wolf King, a wolf, a cub."
Orville also has a wolf cub?
Cyrus thought for a moment and replied, "I've been busy researching new alchemy lately, so I probably won't have time to write new stories. Maybe I'll write some later..."
Finally, congratulations, Your Excellency. Wolves are loyal animals; please treat it well.
Cyrus paused for a moment, her hand holding the pen nib.
He figured that given Grand Duke Orville's love for fluffy things, he would surely adore the little wolf and provide it with the best environment; there was absolutely no need to worry.
So he picked up his pen again and wrote: I have no doubt about your love for animals.
Another thing worth mentioning is that I recently got a pure white wolf cub. It's very handsome and has a proud personality. It took a while to get close to me, and it even tamed a pack of wolves in the mountains when it first arrived. It's amazing...
I named it Ice Cream, which is a very nice name, don't you think?
Of course, along with the White Wolf came two cubs, who were also very cute. One was a very mischievous puppy named Eggy, and the other was a well-behaved white fox, which I called Rice Cake...
The castle is bustling with activity every day. Raising kittens again reminds me of when Black Sugar was little. Oh, it's all grown up now, which makes me proud.
I love my fluffy pets.
I think we now have a common topic to discuss, and we can talk about our experiences raising wolves in the future.
Your dear ally, Desinia.
I've written so many words without even realizing it.
Cyrus put down her pen, rotated her wrist, and waited for the ink to dry before putting it in the envelope for Qing Tuan to deliver. A little while later, the letter was folded, stuffed into the envelope, and sealed with red sealing wax...
After the Qing Tuan dumpling spread its wings and flew away, Cyrus took the opportunity to lie down by the window and look out of the castle.
It was summer, and the entire forest of Par Mountain was bustling with activity.
Flocks of waterbirds flock to Par Lake and inhabit this area, which stretches into the distant grassland valley where horses leisurely stroll...
[Honestly, I've been using this app to follow my favorite books lately. It has multiple reading sources, various voice options, and works on both Android Apple.]
Nearby, the Rose Garden is in full bloom, a riot of color; around the castle are herb gardens, vegetable patches, and livestock pens...
Two playful cubs suddenly ran out of the castle gate, rolling around like two fluffy balls as they reached the grassy lakeside. They were so round and adorable.
White Fox Rice Cake pressed down on Eggy, nibbling at his chubby ears. Eggy retaliated, his tiny teeth howling as he bit at Rice Cake's big tail. As they played, they rolled around together.
The two little balls of fur were covered with bits of bright green grass.
Behind the two cubs, Ice Cream and Black Sugar emerged one after the other.
Black Sugar is clearly no longer interested in the cubs' games.
It glanced at it indifferently, then jumped onto a small boat moored by the lake, lay down on the bow, startling a flock of water birds that had been resting on the boat.
Black Sugar's long tail drooped down, the tip slightly upturned, occasionally brushing against the small grass growing by the boat. Its head rested on its crossed forelegs, and its pair of golden eyes first quietly watched the lively lake surface for a while, then turned to look at the two cubs still rolling together.
The two cubs, one whimpering and nibbling at the other's fleshy ear, the other howling and biting at the other's big tail, seemed to be saying, "You let go first, then I'll let go."
The White Wolf circled the cubs, who were almost curled up together, twice, then walked over and patted Rice Cake's head with its paw. Rice Cake's big black eyes rolled around, and it obediently opened its mouth, making a childish sound, "Woof~"
The other cub, however, stubbornly refused to let go.
The Rice Cake twitched its tail sadly.
So the White Wolf lowered its head, bit the Eggy's nape, lifted it up, and forced the cub to let go— the Eggy obediently curled up its chubby limbs, drooped its ears, and howled a few times in pleading for mercy.
The howls of wolves echoed from the distant mountains and forests.
After putting down the Eggy, Ice Cream looked up into the forest. Then it lowered its head and nudged the cubs' round little bottoms with its paws, pushing the two cubs toward the black leopard, before running into the forest.
Ice Cream remains the leader of a wolf pack, with its own duties and mission within the pack.
Just like going to work, the Ice Cream goes out of the castle every day and comes back in the evening.
Of course, there were also times when they "worked overtime," and the White Wolf's figure would only be seen slowly emerging from the forest the next morning.
When Cyrus could clearly see the two cubs stumbling and running towards Black Sugar, Black Sugar's long, swaying tail froze. Then, helplessly, she stood up from the bow and picked them up one by one, placing them into the cabin...
Cyrus smiled, then left the window; he had to continue his experiments.
at the same time.
Orville took the letter from the outstretched paw of the Qing Tuan, unfolded it, and read it, then. "..."
A pure white wolf cub?!
Two adorable cubs?!
Robert had been watching the wolf cub rolling around on the soft cushions in the study. It was chubby and round, clearly well-fed by the Duke. Now, it was tearing at the cushions with its four paws, tearing the fabric into strips to reveal the soft fur inside.
The down feathers plucked from the duck flew everywhere, making the wolf cub sneeze, but it immediately resumed its energetic flapping.
Robert wanted to laugh, but then he immediately sensed something was wrong—why hadn't the Duke come over yet?!
He turned his head to look—the Duke was still standing by the window, reading a letter in his hand, the thin sheet of paper crumpled at the edge...
Um?!
Robert couldn't help but want to take a step back. Why did he feel that the Duke... was in a somewhat unpleasant mood at this moment?!
What was written in the letter?
In the Middle Ages, a scholar once mentioned that he believed that distillation could completely extract the essence of a liquid, and he called the liquid obtained from distillation "Water of Life".
When Cyrus saw this sentence in the book, she thought of a type of liquor— Vodka.
Strictly speaking, it's not only Vodka that's called the Water of Life.
In medieval Europe, due to the backward conditions, people generally believed that wine was a safer beverage than water.
They typically used wine as a source of hydration, believing that warm wine was beneficial to the body. For example, people in medieval Europe added spices to wine, resulting in the existence of spiced wines.
Therefore, in the Middle Ages, almost all alcoholic beverages could be called "Water of Life."
Vodka's early history is that of a distilled spirit.
Distilled spirits are most commonly used for medical purposes, including clinical treatment, disinfection, and blending with alcohol. They can also be mixed with any alcoholic beverage or used to make fruit wines.
Vodka is known as the world's strongest liquor, with an alcohol content as high as 96%.
This kind of alcohol can kill a person—in a practical sense.
Even if you drink Vodka in one gulp from the smallest cup, you will immediately feel your mouth go numb, your throat burn as if it's on fire, and your stomach feel like it's been punched in the stomach, which is very painful.
The production process of Vodka is not complicated. It is mostly made from grains, which undergo a saccharification process, followed by distillation to produce an alcohol content of up to 96%. The vodka then flows through a container filled with activated charcoal to absorb impurities and foreign matter.
When it comes to the ingredients for brewing Vodka, there aren't actually many special requirements; the choice of ingredients is quite diverse... such as commonly used grains, or Potato, Corn, etc.
Therefore, almost any raw material that can be fermented can be used to brew Vodka.
The most distinctive feature of Vodka is its purity.
This kind of distilled spirit, which is simple and convenient to make and has multiple uses, is the first thing that Cyrus wanted to research. He had seen a set of data in the system book that he redeemed with reputation points.
--95% alcohol can be used to wipe ultraviolet lamps, 70% to 75% alcohol is used for disinfection, 40% to 50% alcohol can prevent bedsores, and 25% to 50% alcohol can be used for physical fever reduction.
The most common medical alcohol has a concentration of around 75%.
Vodka has an alcohol content as high as 96%.
Vodka has great potential for development, whether for medicinal purposes or in various ways of consumption.
While Cyrus was engrossed in her research, news from the outside world was constantly changing—for example, the Saint Airo Empire sent envoys to the Bovell Kingdom to shake hands and make peace. Regardless of what was going on behind the scenes, the two countries had at least temporarily reached a superficial reconciliation.
A grand event that has not been held for a long time will take place in the Saint Airo Empire this winter.
This grand event was initiated by the Alchemists' Association, which invited all alchemists from the Western Continent to participate in the "Alchemists and Physicians Exchange".
The location is within the Saint Airo Empire.
Given the slow pace of communication on the Western Continent, and the time needed for all alchemists and physicians to prepare for their departure and to determine the experimental subjects, the news spread at this time.
--No invitation is required; anyone who is an alchemist or physician can come as they please.
This exchange event will include auctions of items, displays of experimental results, and more. Those with enough talent will be remembered and become famous, bringing them wealth, status, and the appreciation of the nobility.
No one wants to miss such a great opportunity.
Cyrus flipped through the three letters he had received, one from His Holiness the Pope, one from the Grand Duke, and one from the leader of the Chamber of Commerce. The letters all mentioned the upcoming exchange meeting and asked if he was interested in attending.
Cyrus should definitely attend; this exchange meeting came at just the right time.
Before winter arrives, he can make sufficient preparations.
He couldn't help but look at the sea map on the system interface—a conspicuous green dot was merrily hovering near a continent that had become clearly visible. The mosaic obscuring the unknown land receded, and the Rice Ball stopped moving forward, which meant that the fleet led by Samuel had finally found New Continent.