Mike considered having a dab rig made, but nails and bubble domes were about as a.n.a.log as it could get. Mike never liked handling nails, by the end of his personal experiences he had given away his E nail, Rig and even a lot of his old gla.s.sware. Dropping a Nectar collector was a horrible experience, Mike always got sentimentally attached to pipes.

One day he had an incident and was left with no choice but to go with a silicone nectar collector. Never again was he plagued with broken gla.s.s and it wouldn"t need replacing.

"That"s what I need, a permanent solution."

Mike rushed to his glove-box and grabbed the pen. He noticed the spell for deconstruction was a method of separation, the chemical bonds of the resin heads and essential oils from inside the pedals would automatically return to a gel like state.

If he could get hold of oil, crude oil, he could separate the oils into gases a lot faster. That would make pump gas, and even Jet Fuel.

"If I had jet fuel, that would make...." The moment he started thinking about it he rejected it, he"s still have a problem getting his pipe heated.

"Heated"

Mike had another thought that made even more sense than others... It was time he went back to the books and read some more about magic. he was the state alchemist of the Kingdom. They had already spent a lot getting the lab ready, Once the first plant was harvested and processed Mike would leave it up for production. It would use a few seed packs up, but he was sure that if they pollinated an entire plant, the amount of seeds would be enormous.

It was approaching time for the first harvest. Mike was really looking forward to it, the buds had grown to the size of soda cans on the lower branches. The cattails at the top were easily a few ounces each. The crown of the plant by the Magistrate Office, was the Main Cola that stood almost 20 inches tall and almost as thick as an arm.

Mike had harvested large plants before, but they usually required supports and frequent bug control. The environment in the City was Idea for growing, it was almost pest free.

While Mike was loafing about near the magistrate he took the liberty and snagged the entire shelf of the magic books. He left a note where to find them if anyone complained stating that he would return them when he was done looking them over.

The entire wall of his office had a filing system and one by one Mike went through the books. He wanted to find a spell for either ignition, electrical spark, or even one to simply heat things up. After a while Mike came across a book on fire magic. It allowed someone to spend their energy and use the air around us to change the temperature at the end of their fingertips.

It wasn"t fire magic per se, but it was a way that could work for him if all else failed. Mike sank into the book and read the pa.s.sages over and over trying to commit them to memory. The images of how to express temperature change through his fingers was manifesting into his mind when a knock came on the table next to him.

The Girls had noticed that Mike was busy all the time, he had been working non-stop for the past 9 weeks or so. It was giving them a headache, the girls ended up making sweets and instead of b.u.t.ter they added the extract. The ratios were way off and the pungent smell of hot cannabis oil was all over the crispy looking cookies.

Mike had given them a basic recipe for cookies, sugar apparently existed in great supply in the new world as well. Biting into the cookie he could see all five of their tails wagging intently. They all seemed to really enjoy the smell of the extract, it brought them all to a calm point.

Not knowing whether he should offer them a treat, or just pa.s.s the cookies back to them Mike just gave up and asked if they wanted one.

The girls quickly ran up to Mike for some attention, the whole two months they had listened to what he had said when they first met. All five of them had been trading books with each other until they all read them. In total, they had read more than Mike on the subject of alchemy by many times and it reflected in their att.i.tudes.

Mike wasn"t finding it easy to memorize the recipes in the alchemy manuals, he was however enjoying the h.e.l.l out of working through the magic section. There he found a few more gems that really sparked his interest. Conversion Magic and Centrifugal force.

The Prince was interested in a long burning oil for ground wars, if they soaked fields with it, it would be a devastating siege tactic. Giving the go-ahead to have a well drawn near a sandy area surrounded by flaky rocks, Mike sent drilling teams out to look for oil. He wasn"t expecting immediate results, but he thought that he had a source for gas.

It was harvest time and plants were so ripe that the resin heads almost looked amber. Mike called the girls out from their studies and closed his own book. Mike had been preparing for the past week to cut the plant down, but waited until just the right moment. The stalk of the plant was 5 inches thick.

Mike grabbed a machete, Cast a clean sheet across the ground to keep it from falling onto dirt and started to chop at the stem.

He was really enjoying the feeling of having it in his hands and chopping down the plant. It was normal to cut the plant into smaller pieces with tiny nubs to use like clothes hangers, but he was going to extract the plant right then and there.

Mike had the girls transport the tree to the lab and he hung it from the ceiling. The plant was rather tall, it nearly touched the floor.

Mike started expressing a cold attribute at his fingertips and soon a layer of frost came across his hands. He could feel the surrounding temperature in the room dropping considerably. The girls were all enjoying it greatly, It felt like outside, inside... until it didn"t.

"Boss, its getting cold." Mona heard the pleas of the others and seconded the notion.

"Mike, what"s the temperature you need the flowers to be at?"

Mona was shivering.

"I"d like it to get to crystallize, that will help retain flavor, I think."

Mike felt his fingers go numb, It wasn"t a problem until just then.

"I think this is it."

Mike reached out and touched the tree. With a clear and visible trail, the plant was cryogenically frozen. Mike heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed a mirror.

Placing the mirror under the tree he gave it a light flick like a tiny bell. The whole plant shook from the minor vibration and tiny particles landed on the mirror. Mike put the mirror away and grabbed a very large piece of gla.s.s. They didn"t have anything else, and it would at least be on a clean surface.

Mike had the girls all focus on the deconstruction magic, the separation magic, and to work together. Casting the separation magic himself turned out pretty easy, and slowly all the resin heads were moved followed by the milking of the flowers for oil. What was left made Mike extremely happy.

Mike took out a honeycomb he had a carpenter make and dipped it directly into the batch. They had taken a 4 square meter plant and turned it into nearly 5 gallons of extract. There was still another plant. Mike dipped his finger in the falling cannabinoids and brushed his teeth with it.

"My friends back home would lose their minds at this." Mike was happy with the turnout, but Ultimately it barely used any of the equipment that was brought up for the lab. Mike had other projects, so it was understandable that they didn"t all get used during the harvest. What happened next would be the earmark for success, or failure.

Time to go check on the plant by the Magistrate. Mike had left the duties to care for the plant with Prince Troeg. Although the prince wasn"t interested in doing the work himself, he was rather fascinated in the gardening methods that Mike had presented. The methods were, if nothing else, unorthodox.

Upon arrival they could smell the stickiness of the plant. It was much larger than the ones that shared a pot. It was larger in part because it had spent so much time by itself and without compet.i.tion. The plant grew just like a Christmas tree pine, At nearly five meters it was the tallest plant Mike had ever seen in person. He had grown a few plants that were 15 feet tall... but they were incredibly frail. The plant before them was anything but.

"I think we"re going to need a bigger room." Mike was staring at the plant when it occurred to him that it was much larger.

"We have to do it here." There wasn"t much choice, Mike couldn"t hold it up inside the Lab, the ceiling was just too low. Even if they stored it in the s.p.a.cial ring and then opened the roof there would be no place to hang it from. Mike didn"t have a levitate spell, when he hung the other plant from the ceiling in the lab he had an apparatus that held it in place.

Mike looked at the magistrate office and then at the plant, then back at the magistrates office again. They were roughly the same size.

"Get a pole and some rope." Mike tied one end of the stick to the rope and another to the plant and bound them pretty tight. Using the excess rope, he sired-up the joint between them.

After Mike was sure he had attached it the way he wanted, he had the girls hold the upper half while he hacked off the trunk below the rope.

When it was freed from the stump, Mike quickly put it into storage and made his way to the roof with a bunch of guards who were watching him work.

"Welcome to vollentold. I need you to stand here at the edge of the building and grab onto the pole. The pole needs to stay up in the air like so" gesturing to show a high angle, Mike instructed them how to hold it.

Mike was prepared to do work, but he felt ridiculous doing this to some degree. pulling the plant from storage near the edge of the roof-line, it was in the same orientation as before and was about to fall. Mike handed to pole to the guards and all ten of them held tightly. The plant gently swayed in the wind for a moment before it spun around and came to a hanging rest.

Going downstairs was a lot easier than going up, Mike made it to the base of the building and saw the giant Cannabis pinata dangling off the side of the building.

Mike pulled another deep gla.s.s tray container out, and placed it on the ground. He went through the same process. He cryogenically froze the tree over the course of a minute, locking in all of its potential. Then, he pulled out a mirror from his storage; flicked the plant and stored it.

Rissa was curious about what he was doing with mirrors, he collected something that came off the plant and quickly put it away once the resonating vibration stopped. It was already hard for the guards to keep the plant upright and not banging against the buildings and so they all surrounded the next plant for the extraction process.

Rissa thought about the mirror again and guess it that must be the good stuff. She wasn"t wrong, its value was high.. sky high.

Mike had gone above and beyond what he expected, with the deconstruction of the plant, another long stream of golden ooze poured into one long barrel like gla.s.s container after another. In all they had filled up 4 Five gallon Jars. When Mike did the math in his head from a single plant, none of it added up.

Mike had planted the seed, poured his drink on it and left it alone. It only got water in the morning, so what happened. The plant was 5 meters tall!

Mike didn"t have a scale, he wasn"t even sure one had been invented but the volume was unprecedented.

"Mike taste this one" Jodi came up with a spoon and tried to feed it to Mike.

He almost acted on instinct to pull away, but the girls had really warmed up to him and kept trying to get on his good side. He needed to reciprocate.

Chewing on the paste in his mouth he was unable to speak for a moment. She had just fed him a heroic dose of dabs, but he couldn"t complain. He wanted to go to bed already, the energy he used to extract was most of what he had available.

"I can"t believe I just ate a huge lump of extract, what was she thinking.. a spoonful" Mike gagged a bit as the big a.s.s lump made its way down to his stomach.

"Come on, lets deliver this to Prince Troeg before I pa.s.s out." Mike was already having problems focusing on what was in front of him, he had over exerted himself a bit but it wasn"t anything serious.

The girls were concerned with Mike"s condition so Mona ran off to deliver three of the four containers to Prince Troeg. He didn"t need all of it, so she felt justified to save some for themselves.

"Lets get him to bed." Jodi and Cara sat down with Mike as they entered the house. Rissa and March drew the sheets and laid him down. He was fast asleep, and the girls were crawling all over him in carnal fascination.

"Hey, Mona is the Boss... at least wait till she gets back" The girls started to argue quietly among themselves with Mike unaware, and completely in the middle.

Stopping what they were doing after Mike tossed around in the bed for a moment, all the girls giggled and laid down beside him. Mona hadn"t returned, but that didn"t stop them from enjoying the moment.