Not only that, he has not touched the threshold of upgrading so far, and the growth of his mental power has not reached the limit of level 1. Gretel is not in a hurry, and uses his mental power to slowly polish the self in the meditation field, and
Bone by bone, outline in detail:
The benefits of the trainee mage's promotion to the first level have been used up, and the energy given by the teacher when planting the oak staff has also been used up. What follows is all hard work, there is no rush. A few sticks a day, a few sticks a day, until the hip bone is touched
With such a complex shape of bones, you can only complete one piece through daily meditation.
Until now, Gretel's mental power has only completed the construction of 80 axial skeletons and 64 upper limb bones. As for the 62 lower limb bones, less than half of the completion progress has been completed.
Maybe after completing the whole body skeleton, my mental strength can reach a higher level? Gretel guessed this. In addition, he was also worried about one thing:
When can I return to the hospital?
Teacher, you sent me to hide in the Mage Tower, when will you let me out? I have finished all the experiments! I have also finished writing the paper! The papers on the microscope, the paper on the Burning Hand, and the paper on sterilization are all written.
It’s over!
If I don’t go back to the hospital, I won’t be able to do so many tests!
The teacher's call came quickly. In mid-September, more than half a month after Gretel improved the Burning Hand, Elder Erwin sent a message to the Mage Tower:
The follower I found for you has arrived. Come and meet him.
Grete entered the city quickly. He turned over and dismounted at the door of the hospital. At first glance, he saw a big man standing next to the teacher.
Elder Erwin is already quite tall, and that one is a head taller than the elder, with a conservative estimate of starting at two meters. It is late autumn, and Gretel is wearing a thick jacket, but that one is shirtless, with his shoulders slung over his shoulders.
Wearing a piece of animal skin, there is a chain of necklaces hung on the naked chest, all made of the fangs and claws of beasts. Under the chain, the eight-pack abs are clearly visible.
The only weapon on his whole body was the big stick in his right hand - Grete looked at it carefully and became more and more silent. The stick was half a head taller than its owner, and its diameter was as thick as the owner's upper arm. Looking at the shape of the end, it looked like the thigh of God knows what kind of beast.
bone.
Is this a barbarian? This is obviously a barbarian, right? Teacher, should such a person be my follower? If I can't support him, will he eat me? Can barbarians communicate normally?
Gretel really wanted to ask this question, but he really didn't dare in front of the giant man. But the giant man spoke angrily:
"Are you Gretel?—Can you feed me?"
What, eat enough? Brother, is your request just to eat enough?
Gretel glanced at the teacher as covertly as possible. Seeing Elder Erwin smiling and nodding, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly answered:
"If I have something to eat, you will have something to eat!"
"Okay! Bernard will follow you! Let's go eat!"
The group of people arrived at the tavern in a mighty manner. Well, " mighty and mighty " mainly refers to Bernard, a giant man more than two meters tall, who walked out of the tavern alone. As soon as they entered the door, Bernard
Nader let go of his voice and shouted:
"Serve the food! Serve the delicious food! Serve the meat!"
"Bring a roasted whole lamb, a roasted chicken, and a barrel of beer." Elder Erwin added in a low voice behind him. The waiter's eyes lit up and he responded loudly:
"okay!"
The roast chicken was delivered quickly. Elder Erwin cut off two chicken legs, placed one in front of himself and Gretel, and gave the rest to Bernard. Gretel just took two bites of the chicken legs and looked at
Then Bernard picked up the roast chicken, click, click, click...
Most of the roasted chicken, not even the bones were left, went into the huge man's bloody mouth.
Great Khan.
Gretel sweats.
Grete was sweating furiously.
Brother, if you swallow the bones together like this...be careful of the chicken bones getting stuck in the esophagus! If it penetrates the esophageal wall and punctures the artery, even I can't save you!
Most of the roast chicken was eaten, and the waiter who turned back to carry the wine barrel had just returned halfway. The giant man simply stood up, stretched out his hand, and lifted the barrel over. The oak barrel, which was half a man tall, was in his hand.
As light as a straw.
"boom!"
The barrel fell, smoke and dust spread everywhere, and the seats around him shook three times. Bernard grabbed two wooden cups, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, and filled them with beer. Gretel was happy that there were only two glasses of wine and he didn't have to drink it.
, I saw the man holding the wine barrel, tons, tons, tons, tons...
Isn’t it?!
This beer is mine?!
Grete stared at the cup in front of him with a frown. As for this thing, the rim of the cup was bigger than his face and the cup body was higher than his forearm. It could be called a small bucket. Could he hold such a bucket?
Do you want to add the power of the bull to yourself? No, the power of the bull is a level 2 magic, and he can't learn it yet...
Besides, he doesn't know how to drink. He won't drink in this life, nor in his previous life - surgeons can't drink. Even if he knows how to drink, drinking this glass of wine will already exceed the capacity of his stomach, right?!
Elder Erwin couldn't help but be amused when he saw his apprentice's dilemma. He gently and deftly stretched out his hand, put the two wooden cups in front of him, and waved to the waiter:
"A glass of wine.—No, a glass of mint water, some white bread, and a dish of nuts. Come on the roast lamb!"
"No problem! Guest, please wait a moment!"
It is a big deal for a guest to order a whole roasted lamb. After a while, the hotel owner and the waiter personally brought a whole roasted lamb over. Elder Erwin took a long knife and cut off a leg of the lamb, leaving most of the lamb.
He pushed it to Bernard. Then he turned to look at Gretel, picked up the leg of lamb, and put it directly on his plate.
Give me all of this?!
Grete instinctively made a tactical move and leaned back. Unexpectedly, the long knife flashed in front of him, and one piece, two pieces, three pieces... three pieces of mutton fell into the dinner plate, followed by the leg of the mutton, and returned steadily to the elder's dinner plate.
Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. He drank mint water, bread and nuts, slowly ate the lunch that contained too much carbohydrate, too much fat and protein, and was seriously lacking in vitamins and plant fiber. He burped lightly. Opposite the seat, Uncle
Nader was still chewing wantonly, mutton fat and reddish gravy dripping from the corners of his mouth, smearing all over his beard.
The mutton backbone and mutton chops had completely disappeared. Bernard held a leg of lamb in each hand, swiping his bow from left to right, and was eating lively. Gretel quickly glanced at his waist, and saw that the eight-pack abs were still eight-pack abs.
That barrel of beer and half of the roasted lamb, I have no idea where they went...
Can I really afford this guy...
Gretel was at a loss again. Elder Erwin quietly leaned towards him:
"Bernard comes from the Northern Glacier. When I was traveling outside a few years ago, I saved half of their village. At that time, I agreed to send the village warriors to serve me for ten years when I needed it. In these ten years, you
Just feed him enough, but he doesn’t need to eat so well. I’ll give him armor, weapons, etc. as he sees fit.”
Got it, I usually eat bread mainly, and occasionally bring meat for toothpaste. Grete added some snacks:
"Teacher, what about the salary?"
"...Why do you think the warriors in the north need a salary? - Of course, if their village is short of food any year, you can just give them dozens of gold coins to buy food!"