Chapter 154: Experimental Materials for Empty Gloves and White Wolf
Gretel finally returned to the academy with his beak coat in his arms.
There is no way, the wisdom of the ancients still makes sense. At least Grete doesn't have the ability to rub a medical protective mask with his hands - that thing can't be repaired by sewing. I don't think it's just a melt-blown cloth.
Did Sinopec roll up its sleeves and urgently deploy production lines?
Sixteen-layer gauze masks, or Wu Liande masks, Grete didn't dare to rely on. This thing is good at preventing bacteria - such as Mr. Wu Liande's time - but does it prevent viruses? Cough, everyone has seen the bloody lesson
.
Later? Later it was, "When we were poor, we only had gauze masks. Now that we are rich, we also have more knowledge. N95 masks are the best!"
Grete, the magician, also had an idea. He released a bubble spell and covered his forehead - this thing can theoretically isolate the exchange of air between the inside and outside, allowing the subject to only breathe the air in the bubble - in other words, luck
If it's good, it can be used to isolate droplets.
Then came the experimental stage. Bernard picked up a glass of water mixed with ink and took a big sip. Then, he took a deep breath and used all his lung capacity to aim at Gretel:
"puff!!!"
Gretel Nordmark blinked his eyes, revealing two clear whites of his eyes. On one face, other parts were already speckled and stained with ink...
Well, if you can't withstand the spray of water, then naturally you can't withstand the sneeze. And the bubble technique is already the most reliable defensive magic that Gretel has figured out.
So the conclusion was that Gretel could only choose between a beak suit and a gas mask. However, he weighed his crafting ability, asked Bernard again, and voluntarily gave up on the latter.
The gas mask called a pig-nosed gas mask is simple and simple, and it is still a craft. It has a mask body, a filter tank, and it needs to fit the face and be sealed enough. It involves cobbler craftsmanship, blacksmith craftsmanship and all kinds of messy craftsmanship.
Gretel can't figure it out...
So in the end, Gretel finally took back their ancestors with mourning for the full set of medical protective equipment. Then he changed clothes, picked up his wallet, and went to the streets to find an experimental site and a place for the barbarians to stay.
There is no way, the Magic Council provides accommodation for the trainees, but the followers do not have such treatment. In fact, even if someone dares to make a request, the Council can just ask:
Why does a first-level magician accept followers?
Oh, rely on family?
Then continue looking for the family to gnaw at the old man, and don’t think about asking the parliament to help solve it!
Gretel, the alternative, the poor man, Nordmark, had no choice but to open his legs and go to the streets to find a house...
He stood at the entrance of the academy, looked up at the top of the mountain, and then looked around. Looking southeast from the academy, the snow-capped mountains were winding like dragons, and dark clouds were covering the highest peaks. The core of the Magic Parliament, the magnificent magic towers, stood there.
The peak reaches straight into the clouds.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Grete could see lightning flashing in the dark clouds and golden snakes dancing wildly. Every now and then, a thick bolt of lightning would light up and strike the tower.
"...Which fellow Taoist is here to survive the tribulation?"
Gretel muttered something in a low voice and turned his gaze down the mountain. This kind of environment with lightning and thunder all day long is obviously not suitable for other people to live except for the top magicians. Therefore, most magicians and followers,
Ordinary people who serve the magician gather in the city at the foot of the mountain.
It is said to be a city, but its shape is not square. The blue bay penetrates deeply into the land from the southwest, and is blocked until the foot of the mountain, whirling to the northwest. The headquarters of the Magic Council is backed by the mountain and faces the sea, along the coastline.
Expanded, forming an inverted "C" shaped town group.
The consumption level of such a town group can be imagined. Grete walked along the street for half an hour, and saw gardens, villas, restaurants decorated with granite pillars, and three- and four-story luxury hotels, one after another.
He even saw a theater. On the white marble wall at the entrance, a magician was drawing an advertisement for today's play:
A handsome young man wearing a golden crown and a common girl wearing a gorgeous vertical skirt hugged each other and danced gracefully. A white lamb was nestled at their feet. The young man and the young girl looked at each other with their faces covered.
With a happy smile.
The magician turned his back to Gretel and waved his hands. The stills had been drawn, and wherever he placed his fingers, the introduction to the play appeared in the blank space of the painting:
"The Prince and the Shepherdess", starring: Edinson Lyndon, Matilda Reitz.
Uh... Not to mention the magician's painting skills, the dyeing effect of the magic trick can only last for an hour. He disappears and is painted again every hour. This advertising method... is so luxurious...
Grete was amazed. He walked from the street to the end of the street, skipping those villas: they would definitely not be able to rent them anyway. Going further, bungalows began to appear one by one on the lakeside at the edge of the town. Grete knocked on the door one by one.
After asking seven or eight households, I finally rented a small independent courtyard.
The small yard is behind a wooden house with an attic. It was originally a warehouse, but the owner separated it and repaired it. The lighting is not good, but the space is quite large, totaling 40 to 50 square meters, and the door is fenced off.
A courtyard of more than 20 square meters.
There is a large wasteland beyond the house, and further away, shrubs and woods stretch towards the foot of the mountain. If Bernard wants to stretch his hands and feet, there is enough space.
"...Little priest?" The landlady looked at the barbarian up and down with alert eyes, and then looked at Gretel again. After seeing the green leaves on his clothes and the oak staff in his hand, her face gradually softened:
"One gold coin per month, not including meals. You can keep animals in the house, but they have to be cleaned. If I smell a bit of a stink, get out of here immediately, both humans and animals!"
Gret nodded his head. This courtyard is enough for people to live in and keep small animals. Large experimental animals can find another way. He asked tentatively:
"Then...can I build a few sheds outside the back door?"
"up to you!"
"make a deal!"
Three days later, Elder Wood's disciple, Matthew, a fourth-level pastor, drove a group of pigs and sheep to the hut.
Gretel slowly opened his mouth.
"How...how much do these cost..." he asked tremblingly. Matthew shrugged indifferently:
"What money do you want? This is all borrowed, and you will pay it back when the time comes. Anyway, we are responsible for providing the feed, feeding it for the owner, and we will pay compensation if you die - if the sect comes forward, they are not afraid of not getting the money."
He held the oak staff and murmured a few words, and a circle of shrubs rose from the ground behind the house, enclosing all the pigs and sheep. Then he began to move things from the carriage: a cage of rabbits, another cage of rabbits, and another cage of rabbits...
Cage bat, second cage bat...
"Are you going to tell me that these rabbits are also borrowed?"
"Of course not!" Matthew looked at him strangely:
"Servant of the God of Nature, how many rabbits do you want to borrow? Why don't you just catch them in the forest? Oh, there is also a cage of stoats here. You said last time that the stoats should also have a few monkeys.
I really can’t get it, sorry.”
Grete took a closer look and saw that the cages containing the animals were all made of rattan, tightly knotted, and there were no traces of chopping or binding. Needless to say, it probably didn't cost a penny to create it through divine magic.
"Then... bat...?"
"The teacher caught it himself!"
Gretel: "..." I thought I was able to defeat the wolf with nothing, but it turns out there is someone more powerful than me... Brother Matthew, you didn't spend a penny on so many experimental animals, right?