Chapter 1217: Legend of the Undead, do you want to read my apprentice’s paper?
Archmage Baierbo held a thick stack of copies of thesis and left. After all, this is the Elf Forest. For Gretel's sake, others allow him to stay for a while, but that does not mean that he can rely on it indefinitely.
it's here--
The crisis of the Sun God has passed, the Elf Secret Realm has been restored, Gretel has advanced, and it is time for him to say goodbye.
Keep everything on the line so that we can meet again in the future. If you use up all your love in one go, you will be too embarrassed to open your mouth if you want to mine in the future or send your disciples to mine.
Anyway, he has finished digging all the mines that should be dug, and the storage equipment is full, which should be enough for a hundred and eighty years.
Archmage Baierbo left all kinds of equipment, information, and books to Gretel, and drove the airship away, straight to the plateau.
The mountain peak promised to him by the Sun God has long been sorted out by the indigenous people. Now the ground is slightly leveled, the magic formula is activated, and the mage tower rises from the ground. After installing the tower spirit, the first thing is to
Gretel's paper was sent.
"Little Grete is writing a paper again?"
The information from the mobile tower spirit flew rapidly, jumping from the Archmage Tower in the Eagle Kingdom, to the east coast of the New World, and then directly to the Tower of Babel in Nevis. In an instant, the Lord of Thunder received the news:
"Is Little Gretel writing a new paper again?... In just a short time, he has written such a thick stack. Isn't he going to neglect his duties?"
As he spoke, he frowned and quickly flipped through the paper. The paper written by Gretel this time had especially many illustrations. Instead of printing it out, Babel Tower Spirit copied a crystal card and asked the invisible servant to send it directly to the Lord of Thunder.
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At this time, the Lord of Thunder twisted the crystal card and touched it with his heart, causing it to project words and pictures. The Lord of Thunder turned over one article and another:
It starts with word for word, then it becomes paragraph by paragraph, and then I scan one page, and then another page. Then I turn back, and I just read the summary and the discussion at the end...
"Well, the little guy's level is getting higher and higher, and his path is becoming more and more stable..."
And he is getting farther and farther away from his way of thunder, or in other words, from the path of the entire energy evocation system. As a teacher, he can give less and less guidance to the little guy...
However, less does not mean none. The Lord of Thunder's slender fingertips tapped the table once, twice, and three times.
In addition to giving guidance on cultivation methods and xinxing, and imparting some general knowledge, he, as a teacher, can also provide his disciples with some resources, some very good resources...
"Mr. Hermoncrus."
He called out in a clear voice. There was a flash of light on his right, and a hazy human figure lit up in the crystal ball placed on the desk:
"Dear Lord of Thunder, please give me your instructions."
"Help me connect to the Immortal."
"Yes, Your Excellency! Immediately!"
The crystal ball flashed on and off, on and off. It flashed three times in a row. The hoarse and dry voice of the Immortal did not come from the crystal ball. Instead, it was the somewhat frustrated voice of the Tower Spirit of Babel:
"Dear Lord of Thunder, Your Excellency the Immortal One doesn't accept any news... Recently, he suddenly had some realizations and went into seclusion temporarily. He will not accept any news until he comes out of seclusion..."
Not answering messages?
Still not answering my messages?
Don't think I don't know. Half a month ago, you reviewed the latest plague magic from the Necromancy School! It's only been half a month, what insights can you have, and you suddenly have to retreat?
The Lord of Thunder smiled softly. He raised his fingertips and tapped on the crystal card that the tower spirit had just sent:
"Give me another message. Little Gretel has just sent back his thesis. I saw that the research directions of the medical branch of the Conjuration Department and the Natural God's Religion are quite consistent..."
Alas, although in the conjuration system, the highest-level healer is only level 18, which cannot fully meet Gretel's requirements and cannot conduct in-depth research on chromosomes;
The Natural God Sect is an outsider, not to mention their proficiency in electric spells. I don’t know how good they are;
However, after getting this paper, I will definitely spend a lot of effort on it! When the time comes, there will be a lot of casting materials, research resources, and Warcraft materials...
First come first served!
Not to mention that one step is slow and each step is slow. If you start research first, you will be more likely to produce results first, and you will be able to get feedback from the world first, and you will be more stable on the road to advancement in the future...
Before he could finish his thoughts, the crystal ball had already dimmed. The Lord of Thunder smiled, lightly hooked his fingers, and a glass jar opened naturally, and a few coffee beans flew out, hanging in the air, rustling against each other.
Got up.
Brush, brush, brush...
The fine coffee bean powder floated up on its own, suspended in the air, and became a dense coffee-colored cloud. Before the grinding was finished, a strange whistle suddenly sounded from the top of the Sleepless Tower next door:
Something drew a long tail sound and rushed straight to the top of the Babel Tower. When it reached the window of the Lord of Thunder, it suddenly stopped, but it was a smooth skull, hitting the window with its forehead, and making a few dry "empty" sounds.
Voice:
"Christine! Keep that paper for me!"
However, His Excellency the Immortal was furious, and the public speech skeleton that drove the Sleepless Tower rushed out. The Lord of Thunder shook his head with a smile, moved his finger forward, and heard a soft "pop" sound in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the space was turbulent, and a space door opened outside the study, and black smoke rolled out, surging. The black smoke was woven into a black robe, rolled and flicked, and the door opened. There was nothing underneath the robe, except for the hood and quilt.
A skull raised:
"Where's the paper?!"
The Lord of Thunder smiled and raised his hand. A chip floated up on its own, and was rolled over by the black robe impatiently. In an instant, a large piece of light and shadow opened up in the study room, but the Immortal used magic power to project an article at a time.
paper.
The black robe spreads out, covering all light and shadow. The Lord of Thunder sits comfortably at the desk, grinding coffee beans, brewing coffee, filtering coffee, adding milk, and drawing flowers.
While carefully pulling out a complicated four-leaf clover shape in the coffee cup, he admired the black robe rising and relaxing, curling and shrinking. After a while, there was a crackle inside, and a small electric light flashed.
Come.
Hmm...do you want to rub a microscope with your hands?
This skill is not easy... The Lord of Thunder picked up the coffee cup and took a leisurely sip:
Even he had to try many times to succeed in the task of microscopy and electron microscopy. Among his disciples, only Philbi, who specialized in the electrical system, could succeed. The other disciples, those with higher levels than her, could not succeed...
Let's see how many times you can try...or in other words, how many times can you try in front of me?
"Christine!"
——As expected, the Immortal only tried five or six times before he was too embarrassed to continue——or, in other words, too embarrassed to continue in the Lord of Thunder’s study.
Among the black robes, the pale skull raised up, with two will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the skull, staring at the Lord of Thunder:
"Please cooperate with me in my research. What will it cost?"
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