amaotonovel Chapter 2604 Mayfly World (4)
Chapter 2604 Mayfly World (4)
Chapter 2604 Mayfly World (IV)
Before Stark had even stepped into Schiller's office in Arkham Sanatorium, he saw a girl with long red hair and a white sweatshirt busying herself at the desk.
Hearing footsteps, the girl said without turning her head: "Dr. Schiller, I have to say that your gardening skills are as bad as the other you and his housekeeper. I don't know how you killed the cactus..."
She turned her head, and Stark was sure that she was a college student who had stayed up late to catch up on her studies. She was also their target today, because other women who were qualified to enter this nursing home would not usually dress like this.
"Oh, you are...you are..." The girl stuttered for a long time, and finally walked up to shake hands and said, "Hello, I'm Pamela Isley, you are the Iron Man, right?"
“I remember we met at a music festival.”
"I'm sorry, I haven't been up for three nights in a row and my memory has deteriorated significantly." Pamela scratched her head until she had scratched out a corner on the top of her thick hair.
Schiller walked up to her, smoothed her hair and said, "Are you serious? Three nights without sleep?"
Pamela looked at him with resentful eyes and said, "Who do you think I stayed up for three nights because of? I was busy with the debt collection company with Harley, and you insisted on issuing an expedited work."
"There's no other way. There's no economic crisis in our universe. Don't you want to be paid?"
"I'm so tired just because I want to be paid." Pamela sighed and took out a pot of plants from under the table.
"Isn't this saffron?" Stark narrowed his eyes and looked at the plant that was obviously not a mature one. It had not yet bloomed, and the upper part of the plant's main body was a small bud.
"After my research over the past few days, I found that the biggest problem in your failure to cultivate this magical plant is that you did not take into account the huge difference between the growth environment of wild plants and that of greenhouse plants."
"What is it?"
"Oxygen content," Pamela said unhappily, slamming the flowerpot on the table. "The wild plant samples you gave me grew on a plateau at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, but the greenhouse plant samples did not show any characteristics of plateau growth at all."
“But the greenhouse is built on a plateau.”
"I wonder what's going on, too," Pamela said. "Who on earth would have the time to add an oxygen supply to a greenhouse?"
Schiller thought for a moment and said, "I guess they probably think that high oxygen content is good for plant growth. If plants can grow so well in low oxygen content, wouldn't it be better if the oxygen content is high?"
Pamela shook her head like a wave drum. She said, "That shows that your researchers don't know the slightest bit about botany. Many plants have special nutrients to cope with extremely harsh environments."
"Similar to how sugar accumulates more when the temperature difference between day and night is large?" Stark asked. He didn't know much about botany. In fact, he was not particularly good at biology, but he knew the systematic nature of science.
"It's not the same thing, but the principle is similar." Pamela said: "If the researchers here choose to provide all plants with an environment that is most conducive to plant growth, it may indeed make them grow vigorously, but we are not looking for ornamental plants. It is not the case that the bigger the plant grows, the more effective ingredients it will have."
Schiller understood Strange's misunderstanding. To put it bluntly, this guy was a surgeon, and surgeons never understood scientific research.
According to common sense, in order for something to grow well, of course there must be good weather and good harvests, and as much nutrients as possible must be provided to it. However, most people only have some common sense about growing flowers. Of course, flowers must be carefully cared for, but this does not work for medicinal plants.
In other words, most practical plants cannot be watered or fertilized too much. The milder the climate, the better they will grow if more fertilizer is given. It depends on the nature of the plant, its original growth environment, and its growth in other environments.
"Isn't Harley coming?" Schiller asked. He was surprised that Harley didn't come to join in the fun. She often kept telling Schiller that she wanted to come here to play, so why didn't she come after being invited?
Pamela rolled her eyes again and said, "Who's the reason she can't come? It's because you've caused her so much trouble, and the house hasn't been sold yet."
Schiller smiled, sat on the chair, turned around in the chair and said, "Doesn't that old antique Arrogant like manor houses the most? He is willing to sell them."
"Whether it can be sold or not is still uncertain." Pamela thought for a moment and said, "Although you want Harley and Robin to come, from my professional experience, bringing so many people here will only cause more trouble."
"Who do you think would be a better choice?"
"Forget about the Robins. They have their own things to do." Pamela also went to sit on the single sofa next to her and said, "Dick is busy with love, Tim is busy with competitions, and Jason has to make money to support his former friends."
"Harley has to sell the house, and the business performance of her store is not very good, so she has to go over and keep an eye on it. Zack is busy running a moving company, and Constantine has to look after the bookstore..." Pamela counted on her fingers, but there were only a few people left.
"You mean no one can come except you?"
"That's not the case. Do you still remember the boy who ran very fast?"
"Barry Allen?"
"Yes, he is in junior high school, his schoolwork is not too busy, and his parents have stable jobs, so he has no financial pressure. He will be a good helper."
Schiller thought about it and felt that it made sense. He then asked, "What else?"
"Aren't you the person in charge of the project? You have to charge extra money for personnel work," said Pamela.
"That's still not possible. Let me think about it. Maybe that boy named Martin can be useful. He is not busy recently. Aisha may also be able to do it, provided that she doesn't gnaw around everywhere."
"Helen returned to Earth recently." Stark said aloud, "I think she might be able to help."
"That's about it." Schiller stood up and said, "After all, there are still so many wizards and students. The villagers can also help. If it's not enough, we can transfer some people from the Gotham School of Magic."
"Are we leaving?" Pamela picked up the potted plant and asked, "How do we get there?"
"Of course, we'll go through the portal. Follow me."
Schiller brought them to the basement of the Arkham Sanatorium shuttle platform, where the portal was located. After activating the portal, they were stunned by the scene in front of them as soon as they stepped out.
The scenery in Shambhala is very beautiful, with lush green that is completely different from the snowy plateau. In the air with thin oxygen and more transparent air, everything seems full of vitality.
Schiller walked forward but didn't hear any footsteps behind him. He turned around and found Stark falling to the left while pinching his neck, and Pamela falling to the right while rolling her eyes.
Wait, did I laugh at Strange for forgetting about altitude sickness before?
"Someone come! Someone come!" Schiller shouted, "Someone has fainted from altitude sickness!!"
When Stark woke up again, he found himself lying in a dimly lit hut, with Pamela lying on another bed next to him.
He took a deep breath and roared: "Schiller!!!"
Schiller walked in, scratched his ears and said, "Why are you calling me? Don't you remember it?"
Stark was choked back. After a moment of silence, he said, "How high is the altitude here?"
"It's currently 5500 meters. You are now in the lowest house in the lowest village. The highest is 7000 meters."
Stark sighed, then said, "Does Stephen know?"
"He has already laughed at you twice with me, but he is busy with other things now and has no time to come over. Do you want me to call him over to laugh at you in person?"
"No need for that." Stark gritted his teeth and said, "What on earth are these wizards doing? With such powerful magic, can't they improve the living environment here?"
"Didn't you understand what Xiao Pa said? Not everything grows well in a greenhouse. Mages regard this as a form of practice."
"Asking for trouble," Stark commented.
He sat up with a little effort and found that he no longer felt suffocated. Schiller pointed to a magic ball of light floating next to him and said, "This is the oxygenation technology used in the greenhouse. You will have to live with it for a long time to come."
"Isn't that the Mobile Weakling Badge that Stephen gave me?" Stark said unhappily. "I don't believe he didn't even have time to cast an invisibility spell."
"Take it easy. Don't you have someone with you?" Schiller pointed at Pamela who was lying next to him.
Just as Stark was about to feel a little happier, a figure rushed over and shouted, "Dad, look at the flowers I picked!"
Helen rushed in. She had reached the Asgardian growth stagnation period and would no longer grow. This period would probably last for about 500 years, during which time she would accumulate divine power in her body and use the power to transform her into a stronger physique.
The little girl was holding a bunch of flowers in her hand. They looked like wild flowers growing on the ground. They were red, yellow and white. Elsa also ran in behind her, but she put the flowers in her mouth.
Although Elsa was born earlier than Helen, she grew slower than Helen and was therefore much shorter than Helen, making Helen look more like her older sister.
"Aren't you two feeling uncomfortable?" Stark knew he was being stupid as soon as he asked this question. How could these two ancient Godzillas feel uncomfortable?
Helen was a little confused. She looked down at the flowers in her hand and said, "Uncomfortable? Why do I feel uncomfortable?...Oh, I see. It's altitude sickness, right? I probably got rid of the adverse reaction within a second of arriving here. I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."
Elsa squeaked and tried to grab the flowers from Helen's hand. The two of them woke up Pamela by playing around. After she opened her eyes, she took a deep breath, looked at the ball of light above her head, and said angrily, "Drive that bright thing away."
Just as Stark was about to laugh at her, he realized that Pamela didn't feel too bad after leaving the ball of light, and her complexion visibly returned to normal.
"Can you adapt to altitude sickness, too?"
"I have the power of plant blessing. Don't forget, plants are best at adapting to the environment." Pamela is still a little weak, but she is much better now. She said: "Although it is slow, but one day I will be able to adapt."
"It seems that you are the only weakling." Schiller looked at Stark and said with a smile.
"Impossible, aren't there two more people coming?"
"They're here." Schiller shouted to the air beside him, "Barry, don't run away, come over and say hello."
In an instant, a golden light flashed, and Barry appeared beside Stark.
"Come here, boy, tell me if you can catch your breath?"
"Not if I stop," Barry replied, "but as long as I run fast enough, the suffocation won't catch up with me."
"But aren't you standing right in front of me now?"
"Of course not. What's standing in front of you is your residual vision. I am now running around you at a speed faster than the speed of light, but I will stop at this place every second, so you can see me standing there."