With a sigh, like Xingzi fell into the deep sea, Visia suddenly said,

"Wen Lin, I love you,"

The author has something to say: ah ah ah, the text stuck for me for a day, and it really feels good to go for a drive~

Anyway, I will squeeze the remaining seven thousand out tonight, stuck in a logical chain, and I can’t figure it out after thinking about it for a day. I have to write it out if I don’t sleep anyway. You can read it again tomorrow. I feel that I may have to write it until the early morning. What time is it (serious face), huh~

Chapter 31

The principle of extracting alcohol from liquor is very simple.

The boiling point of water is 100 degrees Celsius, while the boiling point of pure alcohol is 78.4 degrees Celsius. Between these two temperatures, alcohol vaporizes faster than water, and if it is cold, the alcohol will be condensed*1.

Wen Lin was eager to try it, but was told that there was no private brewery in the royal court.

If she wants to go out, she must first get permission from Her Majesty Vicia.

Brown, the minister in charge of the royal seal in charge of the big and small affairs of the royal court, looked at Wen Lin, who was in deep thought, and took the initiative to ask,

"Does Miss Wen Lin want to taste wine? There are all kinds of mellow ale, mead, fruit wine and beer in Wang Ting's wine cellar. If you need it, I will ask someone to fetch it."

Shaking her head with a smile, Wen Lin said frankly, "I'm just interested in distillation tools,"

Bessie and Namar didn't know anything about this, so they brought Wen Lin to Mr. Brown, and heard that he was a know-it-all who knew a little about everything.

Not letting Wen Lin down, Brown quickly came up with a solution,

"If Miss Wen Lin doesn't mind waiting a while, I can have someone bring in a complete set of distillation tools,"

Wen Lin was very happy to express her gratitude, and at the same time asked side by side how far the distillation tools of this era have developed.

Brown is a dedicated subordinate, but at the same time he is ambitious and wants more opportunities to show his talents.

Brown knew the news of Wen Lin's stay at the White House last night. He realized that the Queen's attitude towards Wen Lin was very intriguing. Perhaps this was an opportunity that should be seized.

So when Wen Lin came to the door for help, Brown was very enthusiastic. When talking about the structure of the distillation tool, he went into detail.

Distillation originated with church medical officers, who pioneered the creation of primitive distillation apparatus for distilling resin, gold, silver, lead, and more.

They believed that by obtaining the essence of the distillate, they could bring wealth, glory, and freedom from disease.

Distilled liquor was originally used as a potion, and medical officers used it to treat rotting and foul-smelling wounds, some skin diseases, and poisonous insect bites.

Later, people found that drinking distilled wine can bring more pleasant and stimulating feelings, which began to gradually become people's leisure drinks.

Having said that, Brown deliberately paused before continuing,

"Current distillation tools roughly consist of a steamer in a bath, a gooseneck that collects the steam, and a serpentine that can be elongated to condense," he said.

While talking about Brown, he also explained the function of each structure in plain language. He thought that Wen Lin should not understand such details.

But Wen Lin's next question obviously surprised Brown.

"Mr. Brown, how long is the serpentine?"

"How is the distillation temperature controlled in the brewery?"

"If the heat is too high, the steam in the wine can't all condense, what will be done?"

These questions stopped Brown immediately. Wen Lin asked from the angle of an experienced winemaker. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"These estimates have to be asked by experienced masters in the brewery,"

Brown couldn't help but quietly looked at Wen Lin again when he answered.

It's really weird. He clearly behaves elegantly and calmly, and his noble temperament is even more outstanding than all the noble ladies in the capital.

Why does she know so much about winemaking? Even the lowest-ranking baron in the nobility is disdainful to understand these things.

Bessie and Namanle followed behind them, their eyes almost falling to the ground. They knew that Wen Lin knew a lot, but they didn't expect that even Mr. Brown, who had always been well-informed, would be questioned by Miss Wen Lin.

The two looked at each other tacitly, with a well-covered smile in their eyes, and at the same time their admiration for Wen Lin was even stronger.

"Then I need to trouble Mr. Brown to help me find another experienced winemaker to come to the Wangting with me,"

Wen Lin spread out her hands with a smile, her attitude always showing kindness.

With a smile, Brown immediately instructed the servants around him to find an experienced brewer.

The affairs in the royal court are very complicated, and there are different things that need to be dealt with almost every moment.

After getting the information she needed, Wen Lin said goodbye wisely, and made an agreement with Brown before leaving that she would inform her as soon as the distillation tools were delivered.

After leaving from Brown, Wen Lin wandered around the castle, and unknowingly came to the lake in front of the White House. The wind through the woods was blowing with just the right amount of water vapor, and she strolled among the vibrant green grass. The weather, suitable temperature, Wen Lin narrowed her eyes comfortably.

The Queen's private animal garden is not far from Whitehall. In the past, when guests from other countries came to live in the castle, they often visited the animal garden.

Bessie was worried that Wen Lin would be bored, so she enthusiastically suggested that Wen Lin go to the animal garden.

Listening to Bessie's description, Wen Lin also raised a bit of interest, and the group walked slowly to the beast garden.

Before going to the zoo, you must pass on the left side of the White House.

At this time, five members of the Privy Council were sitting in the Council Chamber of the White House. They were sitting on both sides of Visia around the long table, except for Grandall, the guard of the Royal Capital.

William Cecil's tone was as worried as ever.

"We can delay the trial of the Holy See until March at most. If the result of the trial induces another rebellion in the country, it will be difficult for us to continue to win," he said.