In other words, it was impossible for Skynder to even begin to think about creating diseases. Well, diseases designed to his liking, that is. There was already research on how certain actions could affect the molecular plane in a way that affected diseases. Otherwise, how could a cure have ever been created?
Of course, such information could not be found here. If it could, it would have been found in the poison section.
Skynder had been experiencing many setbacks in the Imperial Scholar Camp, and this setback was one that could be solved by ti and research. He just would not be able to solve it now.
Skynder moved on from the section about diseases. He continued to look at books that spoke about curing poisons. He gathered a lot of new information. Most importantly, through the books, he realized that there were various thods to cure various poisons. So thods could only be used on one poison or a certain type of poison, while others could be used with many types of poisons.
More common thods of curing included creating a tonic, or an injection. The most ridiculous one he had seen was a thod which was not even 100% fact checked. It said that to cure a certain poison, one needed to poison a cow with the sa type of poison, wait until it reached the final stage of that poison, and cut it open, sitting inside of its body until it died and its corpse turned cold. Although it sounded ridiculous, Skynder had to admit that there was indeed so logic behind it.
The cow used was actually a certain type of cow that, for so reason, managed to resist the poison. However, when trying a normal thod which scientists usually used for resistant creatures, the poison curing properties sohow lost their potency outside of the cow's body. Therefore, the unorthodox thod was tried. Whether or not it was the reason the poisoned individual was cured or not was not 100% known, but there was a fair likelihood it was the case, hence the inclusion within the dical book.
Skynder found that such unusual things, similar to the ideas in fantasy books, managed to broaden his thoughts and open his mind to new, unthought of possibilities.
Skynder traveled around the entire dical section, reading nurous books. The sun fell, but he stayed inside. With class now over, he had no need to care about ti. Of course, his eting tomorrow was an exception. It was invaluable.
Skynder studied intensely, only occasionally looking at the clock on the wall. He was the only one left here as 5 AM rolled around. This was where his advantage began. Others would value sleep and rest, but he could continue on until he passed out. When he woke up, he could instantly continue again. He was rely ten years old, but his experiences eclipsed countless adults.
When the clock above hit 11 AM, Skynder left the library. At the sa ti, those who left early yesterday were once again entering. They looked at Skynder with surprise. It was impossible to hide his lack of sleep. He had been awake for more than 24 hours, closer to 28. Skynder walked to the Education building. He sat outside the door of an office. He still had a little bit less than an hour before his arranged ti, but he had co early for a reason. He leaned against a nearby wall and closed his eyes. In seconds, he was asleep.
He awoke to the sound of an opening door. A student walked out, celery very thankful. The Imperial Scholar ca out from behind him.
"I hope you had a good nap. It is your turn."
Skynder, much more refreshed than before, stood up and walked into the office. The Imperial Scholar sat behind a desk.
Skynder took a seat across from him.
"What do you want to discuss?" The Imperial Scholar asked.
"Can you speak about information not in the library?" Skynder asked.
"That would depend on what sort of information and who I was talking to. For example, if you would like to know how to destroy our Empire, I could not tell you. Unless you were the Emperor, that is. Another example, if you want to know how to create a poison that will wipe out an entire Empire. I could not tell you because I am not confident that I know how to create such a poison."
Skynder already knew that the Imperial Scholar knew about his research on poison. In fact, he was most likely keeping tabs on all of the students in the Imperial Scholar Camp.
"I want to know about poison recipes." Skynder said.
The Imperial Scholar leaned back in his chair. "Perhaps for others, I would withhold that information, but for one of the top three in the Imperial Scholar Camp, I suppose I can tell you a few of the nonlethal ones."
The Imperial Scholar took out a piece of paper and a writing utensil from a drawer in his desk.
"Understand that none of this information is to be shared under any circumstances. Even you would not be an exception to severe punishnt." The Imperial Scholar warned.
Skynder nodded.
The Imperial Scholar began to write down on the piece of paper. It was a list of ingredients. Most of them, Skynder recognized, but others, he did not.
The Imperial Scholar began to speak. "As the Imperial Scholar, I represent the Empire's intelligence. In other words, if I am lacking in sothing, then it reflects on the Empire. Therefore, I made it a mission to know at least a bit of everything. Now, my at least a bit is much different from yours or anyone else's at least a bit, but you get the point. You are a genius in the art of poison, but you have yet to surpass . Not now, at least."
The Imperial Scholar began to write directions down after the ingredients.
"You surpassing of in poison is inevitable, but for now, there is much to teach you."
He finished writing.
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