Chapter 1234 Little Gretel, you can have whatever you want here with the elves!
"Little Grete, we elves don't want to learn necromancy or anything like that."
Udian half-crouched next to Grete and gave him earnest advice. Gretel turned to look into his eyes and said "hmm" twice to show that he was listening. Then he turned back to the table and began to write furiously:
"The significance of the existence of blood replenishment spells... As we all know, the current treatment skills can quickly heal wounds and rejuvenate limbs, but they cannot replenish the lost blood... The patient needs a long recovery period..."
"Every living thing has to die one day. After death, dust returns to dust, dust returns to earth, and enters the cycle of nature. This is part of the natural law." Idian took two steps like a crab, moved to the front of Gretel, and continued
advice:
"Forcibly raising the spirits of the dead violates the laws of nature and will arouse nature's disgust... Little Grete, we can't do that..."
"I know, Idian. I'm just doing research, and I won't wake up a bunch of undead." Gretel stopped writing, looked at him, and nodded again. Then, he lowered his gaze and continued writing:
"During the recovery period, you may go into shock due to blood loss at any time, and you need advanced treatment techniques to maintain vital signs... The existence of blood replenishing spells fills the gap in treatment techniques..."
"It's best not to even do research." Udian breathed a small sigh of relief and continued to move like a crab. He moved to the left hand side of Gretel's writing, which was not in the way of Gretel's writing. He reached out and gently pulled his arm:
"Little Gretel, you are an outsider and a cub. Occasionally, you will get a skeleton to help you with work, and everyone will pretend that you have not seen it. If you really do large-scale research, many people will..."
"Don't worry, I won't go to the stage of actual operation." Gretel simply put down his pen, turned his body sideways, and looked at Yudian seriously:
"I'm just studying the spell model, dismantling its principles, comparing them, and extracting the required model fragments for use. - Moreover, what I finally make will be a healing spell."
"Can healing spells be made in necromancy?"
Idian maintained the shape of a crab - legs spread outwards, arms spread - and jumped straight up. The half-step legend had an incredible look on his face:
Undead, healing spells, are you kidding me?
Isn’t it possible that little Grete’s brain was damaged by necromancy?!
"No, Udian." Gretel explained to him seriously:
"Think about it, the Eight Rings' cloning technique can use a small piece of meat to grow an entire human body, and it can also bring the human body back inside and resurrect it. There must be the power of growth in this!"
Udian: ...Oh no, little Gretel's brain is really damaged by necromancy...
He put his hands behind his back, walked around the table, and then walked around again, watching Gretel lower his head again and write quickly. He racked his brains, thinking about how to persuade Gretel to give up necromancy:
"It's the same as growth. Can't you refer to other spells? For example, [Regeneration]? This can also resurrect limbs... Why do you have to refer to necromancy?"
"ah!"
Grete stopped as if struck by thunder. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were straight, and he said nothing. Idian leaned over and looked left and right in front of him, his head swaying back and forth, and he glanced several times.
Directly in front of his line of sight, Grete could not even blink;
Then he walked around to his side and slapped his hands twice. Gretel remained motionless, as if he didn't hear anything;
He raised his hands again, wanting to make a bigger noise...
A cold gaze suddenly struck him. Serila took a step forward, bowed slightly, and stared at him threateningly.
Udian:...Okay, I won't bother him, okay? I'll go find the elder!
Knowing that you will protect him no matter what happens!
I’m so angry, why don’t I have such a girlfriend!
He turned around and left. After a while, he had already dragged Elder Fahim over. The elder put his heels on the ground and leaned back hard while answering perfunctorily:
"Okay, okay, you don't have to drag it so hard... Little Gretel won't go astray... I understand, can't I go over and take a look..."
The two people came all the way. The elder looked at Gretel carefully. Seeing that his eyes were straight and he was obviously still stuck in his own thoughts, he quietly stood a little further away, rolled up the manuscript paper, and looked at it carefully.
Go down:
"...Although there is a technique like blood transfusion, blood transfusion and blood replenishment magic cannot completely replace each other:
First, we don’t have enough understanding of the blood type classification of elves. In this case, blood transfusion may cause agglutination reaction;
Furthermore, blood transfusion requires a quiet environment and cannot be performed immediately on the battlefield;
Third, during the blood transfusion process, side effects such as heart failure and allergic reactions may occur..."
"Therefore, we need a new treatment spell that can quickly increase the number of blood cells and restore blood volume..."
Elder Fahim nodded, shook his head, nodded again. Finally, he smiled helplessly:
"It's like a report to apply for project funds... Such a little guy, how can he learn to be like those humans? To do something, he must first write a lot of reports..."
Even so, there must be certain rules for the allocation of any resources. Here in the elves, especially in the rainforest, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the resources that can be produced in the forest are extremely abundant. Everyone can pick whatever they need.
can be exchanged;
But in the human world, the land is narrow and densely populated, and resources are scarce. It is more conducive to the overall development of everyone to write reports, make plans, and apply for resources according to the plans than to raise their fists or see who has the strong backing to grab more.
Hey, thank you for your hard work, little guy. If you stay here with the elves in the future, you won’t have to rack your brains to write such reports. With these elders here, you can guarantee that Gretel will have whatever he wants...
He looked at Grete lovingly, and patiently read the manuscript once, twice, and three times.
While watching, he squinted at Gretel's expression, and finally waited until his eyes rolled around and his eyes focused little by little. His lips moved and he murmured:
"Regeneration... Regeneration... The spell model for the regeneration... it is better if it is explained in detail... The council's inventory is not detailed enough, it is best to ask Elder Fahim... the elder!"
Are you finally coming back to your senses? Are you finally seeing me? Elder Fahim is funny:
"You want regeneration, right? Spell model, detailed analysis, what else do you need?"
"Ah... I want these for now. If I need them later, I will ask you for them... I may also need some rabbits, rabbits and rabbits..."
Grete's answer ended with a series of quiet grunts. A huge animal skin scroll, huge enough to be used as a quilt, slammed towards him, covering his whole body underneath.
"Here, the spell model you want... When you have memorized all of this, come back to me and I will explain it to you in detail!"
With the spell model of [Regeneration] and cross-comparison with [Cloning], Grete's research progress has indeed made rapid progress.
He spent half a month scanning and inputting the spell model of [Regeneration] - mainly because the model drawn on the animal skin scroll was flat, and it required a lot of calculations to expand it into a three-dimensional one.
Even with Elder Fahim's guidance and detailed explanations, completing this expansion within half a month was already considered a solid foundation for Grete's calculations, and his calculation level has not fallen behind.
...In fact, after traveling to another world, as a magician, he often needs to calculate spell configurations. Gretel's calculation level has made great progress, reaching the level when he graduated from graduate school:
After all, in my previous life as the deputy director of the emergency department, I only needed to calculate heart rate, rehydration, medication, and the patient’s medical insurance expenses. None of these difficult calculations were useful!
After scanning and typing, the work of calculating and comparing the common parts is handed over to the meditation kernel. Of course, this kind of calculation and comparison cannot be done by Gretel and the biological computer in the meditation kernel hangs up to calculate——
Grete ate and drank enough, adjusted his condition, leaned against the trunk of the ancient tree with his oak staff in his arms, and fell into meditation.
The oak staff trembled for a while, the roots of the tree penetrated deeply into the ground, sprouted branches and leaves, and above Gretel's head, under the shade of the ancient tree, a small canopy was propped up.
Meditation, meditation. Mobilize all your mental power, use mental power as fuel, drive the biological computer, and perform calculations and comparisons with all your strength.
five minutes.
ten minutes.
half an hour.
One hour.
Two hours...
"Is Gretel okay yet?"
Idian poked his head around. Cerela squatted in front of Gretel, looked at his face carefully, and quietly waved her hand to Idian.
three hours.
"Gretel is still meditating? Is he hungry?"
Aneri Linge stood far away on the edge of the clearing, her lips moved, and a soft breeze sent her voice to Cerila's ears. Cerila sat cross-legged in front of Gretel, looked at him again, and continued
Waving hands:
I was very full in the morning. I ate two snake eggs bigger than my fist, two large pieces of capybara meat, and a large tortilla with meat sauce. You shouldn't be hungry, right?
four hours.
A series of unusually bright gurgling sounds came from Gretel's abdomen.
But he is still meditating. Should I shake him awake? It seems that meditation cannot be interrupted. If it is interrupted, all the efforts will be wasted, and people will almost be injured...
Just as he was thinking about it, a green twig poked out from the tip of the oak staff, and he quietly approached it and brought it to Grete's mouth. Grete still didn't open his eyes, so he subconsciously took the twig in his mouth and took a sip.
Stop and take another sip.
Hey, that's good... The oak staff has finally become sensible! It can help its master!
Cerela stared at Gretel unblinkingly. After a dozen or so sips, Gretel seemed to finally feel full. He opened his lips and teeth slightly and put the branch back.
Serila stared at the twig with teeth marks on the end. Before it could completely retract, she grabbed it with lightning speed:
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"Suck~~~"
Oh, so sweet!
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