Everyone was suspicious of Carl, and the captain of the guard heard the discussions around him, and his originally excited expression became a little worried. He looked at Carl:
Carl "Your Excellency, are you really sure?
Of course Carl heard everyone's doubts, but he didn't bother to waste his time explaining to these people.
Facts speak louder than words, as long as the antidote is formulated, doubts will disappear naturally.
After giving the captain a reassuring look, Carl took his two deputies to start making the medicinal liquid.
A huge boiler has been erected.
According to his memory, he searched for the medicinal properties of various herbs, summed up the effects of various herbs, and put them together to produce a pharmacological reaction. Carl slowly threw herbs into the big boiler step by step in accordance with the order.
Looking like he's making soup, Carl moves casually.
Throw this one all at once, then throw another one in two steps. And at the next moment, he poured a car directly into the pot, or when the time came, he would take out the dregs and continue to boil.
Anyway the process looks weird.
Just like a witch making a terrifying curse potion, the water in Carl's pot gradually swelled with green, fetid bubbles and kept tumbling.
The white smoke rose, the strange smell came, and the crowd became suspicious again, and some people even more determined their guesses.
They are all well-informed and well-known doctors, but they have never seen the process of dispensing such a medicine, and the whispered discussion sounded again..
"Is this kid really making an antidote? How I look like I'm playing.
"Does anyone really dare to drink what he made?"
"Hmph, just let him mess around, I hope he won't be imprisoned in Edoras' prison for killing people in the end."
"Pity!"
People are disappointed to comment on Carl, of course, more people are also gloating at the same time.
Carl was busy with Gandalf and Bilbo for a long time. As the last herbs were put into the pot, the potion that was still cloudy suddenly changed. The thick green soup pot suddenly became light, like clear water, and the water surface was no longer there. rolled over.
Gandalf and Bilbo stared at this miraculous scene.
Could it be that the so-called antidote was made in the process of turning around? This is too simple.
"Carl, have we missed something?" Gandalf asked insincerely.
Gandalf thought he was superfluous, but Carl slapped his head and cried, "Almost forgot."
After speaking, he walked to the car that was pulling the herbs, picked up a large pile, walked over, and headed towards the pot.
The herbs sank into the liquid medicine.
"Clap," Carl clapped his hands and smiled contentedly, "Okay, you're done."
"…"
Of course, the herbs Carl put in at the end were only used to adjust the taste of the medicine, making it less bitter, and had no effect on the efficacy.
"Captain of the guard, now only one volunteer is needed to test the medicine!" Carl turned around.
The captain of the guard was a little stunned, is this all right?
Aside, Carl couldn't help but say:
"Boy, you have to figure out what's going on right now. The Andain River is a disaster area, not a place for you to mess around!"
"If because of your own heart and one mistake, you killed the Anda people who were already suffering, what should you use to apologize?"
Hearing this, Carl couldn't help being stunned, but he didn't expect that this respectable-looking old boy would suddenly come out and accuse him.
He didn't have a good sense of Carl at first. The boy's eyes were dark and his face was like an eagle. It was not easy to get along with him. Carl just glanced at him and already knew the details of him.
Now that he is suddenly targeted by such a guy, Carl's impression of him has naturally dropped from the original "nothing, it doesn't matter" to hostile.
All enemies should be damned!
Carl didn't show his face, and said slowly: "Of course, I guarantee my life, if something goes wrong, I will be responsible!"
"Humph! Responsible? Can you be responsible? What kind of status are you, is your life very valuable? Is it enough to pay? What right do you have to stand here and say such things!" Carl cried.
Carl's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't know where he provoke Carl, but looking at Carl's fierce eyes flashing with jealousy, he suddenly wanted to laugh.
"You don't believe me?" Carl didn't get angry, just looked at Carl lightly.
"Everyone here doesn't believe you," Carl scolded. "All of us here are experts in saving lives."
"We don't know how much experience we have accumulated in terms of treating illnesses and saving people. We can't come up with ideas right away in the face of disasters."
"You are a hairy boy, how old are you this year? I guess, I am afraid that the scientific names of herbal medicines are not fully recognized. Now, when I come, I say there is a way, aah, it's a joke."
After speaking, Carl suddenly walked to a carriage, grabbed some herbs placed on it, and held it up high:
"Look, you even dare to throw brown-leaf grass in it, how dare you say that you can cure diseases?"
"What, it turned out to be brown-leaf grass, isn't that poisonous weed?" Everyone came to their senses after Carl's reminder.
Brownleaf is a vegetation that grows in the Misty Mountains, generally clinging to dark, miasmatic canyons.
People pick these things and usually use them to make venom and smear them on weapons against the enemy.
The black barbarians especially like to collect this poisonous weed and make poisonous arrows.
Now, when I suddenly heard that the original medicinal herb used was brown leaf grass, everyone could not settle down.
"I said, this guy should not be a spy sent by the black barbarians, trying to frame the people of Rohan."
"It's possible, after all, you dare to throw poisonous weeds in it, and you have bad intentions!"
"I think he is too slow. Since he is going to be poisoned, why is he so anxious? Wouldn't it be better to stand up later? It has to be known to everyone."
There was a lot of discussion (of the king's), and the face of the captain of the guard, who was not so-called, also changed. His hand suddenly fell on the sword, and he looked at Carl vigilantly.
Carl on the side looked at this scene, but also sneered in his heart.
Look how capable he is. With just one or two words, you can force the hated person to death, no one can beat him, and if you go against him, this is the end.
However, I also blamed this kid for being so stupid, so he was caught and ignored.
Carl thought proudly.
However.
"Hahaha!" Carl's laughter came suddenly.
"Stupid, ignorant, what is it that gives you the courage to stand in front of me and say such things to me!"
When the words fell, Carl's eyes suddenly turned cold.
For a moment, as if being stared at by the most ferocious poisonous snake, Carl couldn't help breathing in the room, and cold sweat poured out from behind.
"It's terrifying, I'm going to die!" The subconscious thought flashed, and Carl only felt like he was in an ice cave.