Alien Knights

Three days later, Rachel walked into Todd's commentary hall with a thick record.

"Currently, there are 79 alien refugees in Muxi Town. I compiled the introductions of each of them and listed them here..."

I took the record book from the woman, and flipped through the records of each alien species, including name, age, place of birth, ability of the alien species, profile of experience, word-of-mouth in the neighborhood, and so on. With a bit of surprise and admiration, Todd raised his head and glanced at the organizer, then focused on the paper.

After some screening, Todd finally picked out a male xenomorph.

『Randall Quincy, male, from Lone Rock City, 19 years old, single. He used to be a hunter in the mountains. In order to defend his hometown, he participated in the war with the pagans in the south. When he was injured, he was identified as a heterogeneous species. Then he escaped from the pursuit of the army and the church. His only relative, his mother, died on the way to escape. According to the testimonies of neighbors who live with him on a daily basis, he is low-key and inarticulate, but willing to help others.

Exotic Ability: Regeneration. With the exception of fatal wounds to the head and heart, any wound can grow new flesh and heal in varying periods of time, depending on the size and depth of the wound. 』

"Are you sure it's this person?" Rachel picked up the introduction and read it carefully.

Todd thought for a while: "You can't make a decision in such a hurry. Just relying on these introductions, you can't judge whether a person is good or bad."

Suddenly remembered something, he said to Rachel with a teasing tone, "I understand a little bit now, why did you test me so many times back then."

The woman smiled, and didn't intend to continue the topic at all. She tapped the paper with her fingers and asked, "If you are sure it is this person, what are you going to do?"

"I recently heard that due to the gradual revitalization and prosperity of Muxi Town, there are more and more businessmen and tourists coming and going, and those robbing robbers and bandits are also eyeing here. I plan to subsidize this alien species, give him board and lodging, equipment and rewards, and let him protect pedestrians for free. In this way, to improve..."

"To improve the image of the alien species in the eyes of the public?" Rachel helped him complete the last sentence without waiting for Todd to finish.

Todd nodded.

The woman fell silent, staring into the priest's eyes, which made the latter feel a little uncomfortable, and asked, "What? Is there a problem with the plan?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." Rachel put her arm on the edge of the table, and plucked the hair beside her ear: "Master Chief, I heard that you are only fifteen years old this year..."

"Um?"

"Why do I look nothing like that?"

Todd paused, his body froze.

Rachel covered her mouth and laughed lightly, shaking the paper in her hand, she said again: "Leave it to me about testing Randall. At most one week, I will tell you whether he is the person we are looking for."

Looking at the alien species introductions scattered on the table, Todd suddenly called out to the nun who was about to leave: "Rachel, I hope you will send these alien species refugees here in batches, and I want to give them a 'medical examination'."

The woman was stunned, and repeated the strange word: "Medical examination?"

Todd touched the introduction on the paper in the column of "Alien Abilities" with his finger, and said again: "That's right, a physical examination."

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Withdrawing the needle of the syringe from the arm of the young woman in front of him, Todd pressed a piece of sterile cotton ball to the wound, and said to her, "Okay, after pressing the wound for three minutes, the cotton ball can be removed. Also, take this..."

He handed a small bag of copper coins to the woman.

Dressed in rags, the woman looked at the priest in front of her, timidly and fearfully, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Master Son, have we aliens been forgotten by the Heavenly Father?"

Todd carefully pushed the blood in the syringe into a glass tube and stored it in a preservation box. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at this heterogeneous refugee who had gone through vicissitudes, and said gently: "The Heavenly Father will never abandon any believer. Please remember, the key lies in whether your faith is firm. These sufferings are the trials given by the Holy Spirit to the heterogeneous. Don't shake your faith."

The woman cast a grateful look, nodded, stood up and saluted Todd.

Looking at the figure of the other party going away, Todd picked up the silver cross on his chest, looked at the sacred book printed on it, and sighed deeply.

Returning to his laboratory building with the latest batch of blood samples, Todd looked at the dozens of petri dishes placed on the table, with various abilities marked in Latin on them.

"Regeneration", "Resistance to Pain", "Metal Armor", "Flame Breath", "Night Vision", "Acidic Blood", "Sonic Shock"...

There are all kinds of things, about twenty kinds in total, and Todd gave these petri dishes an interesting name.

"Ability Library".

For him, the biggest problem now is how to preserve these supernatural bacteria. On the one hand, it is necessary to maintain the activity of bacteria so that they will not die; on the other hand, it is necessary to ensure that there will be no "bacterial contamination" and avoid genetic traits from changing.

In the past modern society, the best way is "freeze-drying preservation method". That is, the microorganisms are first frozen, and then the water is removed by sublimation under reduced pressure. After the bacteria lose most of the water, the physiological activities of the cells will stop, so that they can maintain their living conditions for a long time.

Taking a step back, you can also use the "liquid paraffin-covered preservation method", that is, cover the medium with sterilized liquid paraffin for low-temperature refrigeration. This method is simple, does not require special equipment, has a wide range of applications, and has a long storage time (several years or even more than ten years), but the quality of the liquid paraffin used must be high, and it must be sterilized several times by high pressure.

But the problem is that under the conditions of the Middle Ages, there were no high-purification separation instruments, no high-pressure sterilization chambers, no microbial freezers, no liquid nitrogen bottles, and even no electricity. Naturally, these two methods cannot be carried out at all.

As the next best thing, Todd intends to use the "subculture preservation method" and "suspension preservation method".

The former is the oldest and most basic way to preserve microorganisms. The general practice is: set the culture temperature slightly lower than the optimum temperature for growth, then lower the concentration of the culture medium appropriately, and inoculate all the bacteria every two days. The advantage of this method is that bacteria are available at any time, but the disadvantage is that it is troublesome and easy to cause pollution.

The "suspension preservation method" is mainly for non-aerobic bacteria. According to the characteristics of the bacteria, they are suspended in distilled water, sugar solution or phosphoric acid to maintain their properties. If they are properly preserved, they can be preserved at room temperature for several years.

It took almost ten days, and Todd finally got all the bacteria preserved. Looking at the full Petri dishes and suspensions on the rack, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and there was only one thought in his mind.

The prototype of the "Ability Library" has finally been completed. Although there are only more than 20 kinds of abilities now, just like a library, with the research and discovery of abilities, this warehouse of microorganisms will eventually become larger and more perfect. Maybe one day, after discovering the secrets hidden by the microorganisms with abilities, they can even improve or even artificially synthesize more powerful abilities.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

After closing the door leading to the back room, Todd walked to the door of the laboratory. When he opened it, Rachel shook a stack of papers in his hand and said with a smile: "Master, the test results about Randall have come out, do you want to hear it?"

Todd, who was standing at the door, turned his body sideways, made way for a path, and said, "Come in and talk about it."

Rachel, who was quite surprised, raised her eyebrows, raised the hem of the nun's robe with one hand, and walked into the laboratory. Looking at the complex equipment and colorful solvents in the room, the woman felt a little emotional: "This is the first time I have been allowed to enter here."

Todd moved a chair, wiped the dust off it with a dry cloth, and placed it in the middle of the laboratory.

Rachel watched his every move, and for some reason suddenly remembered the Relief Society dinner. The half-grown boy in front of him, in the same attire, would rather curl up in the recliner, just not to stretch his feet towards him rudely.

Seeing that the woman stayed where she was, with her eyes out of focus, Todd had no choice but to signal her to sit down.

"Tell me, has our Mr. Randall passed the test, is he suitable for the role of a heterogeneous hero?"

Rachel handed the paper in Todd's hand, resting her chin in one hand, and said somewhat uncertainly: "It can be said that he passed, or he could not pass..."

Todd withdrew his gaze from the paper, raised his head and looked at the woman with a puzzled face: "Why do you say that?"

"There is no doubt that he has a strong sense of justice. In the face of evil and injustice, he has never considered personal gains and losses and his life safety. He will stand up every time..."

Listening to Rachel's words, Todd became more and more strange: "Isn't this very much in line with our requirements?"

The woman rolled up the cross on her chest with her fingers, and looked to the side: "But his fighting style and fighting awareness are unrecognizable. It is a fighting style that is desperate for life, and never cares about the enemy's sword and wounds. In a test, my people were forced to almost pierce Randall's heart by this desperate fighting style. From my point of view, it is more like pursuing self-destruction than fighting..."

Todd flipped through the "test report" compiled by the woman, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. In order to save an "old couple" who ran into a "bandit" by chance, this guy acted like a lunatic during the battle. Facing six enemies, he actually raised his sword and went up. After being stabbed and cut with countless wounds, he still didn't flinch until he was exhausted and fell to the ground.

"I want to meet him."

Hearing this, Rachel gave Todd a meaningful look, and asked, "Master Chief, in what capacity are you going to meet Randall?"

Todd put down the paper, looked at the woman and smiled: "Miss Rachel, there is a priest who hopes to point the way for the lost lamb."