Chapter 1823 The nobles, vampires, and orcs want to advance
Chapter 1830 Nobles, vampires, orcs, if you want to advance, come to Nevis!
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"I really want to go back to Nevis..."
In Heartland City, the old Master Gehrman put down the latest issue of "Magic" in his hand and let out a long sigh.
Three years and three years, three years and three years. As a child from a county town, he was recommended to study in Nevis, and because of his mediocre grades, he was sent to Heartland City after he advanced to the fifth level mage.
, the mage tower that presides over this small town...
Year after year, the days passed like water, one after another, mage apprentices emerged, advanced, and fell silent.
Or you may leave your hometown to study and work outside, and after a few years you will receive a message saying you died somewhere.
And like Gret Nodmark, who has risen to great heights... in all the years he has been in charge of the Mage Tower, there is only one.
Before and after this, the highest magician who came out of Heartland City was only a fifth-level mage. Now, he returns from Nevis and is waiting to take over his position and preside over this mage tower.
But he was already old. His hair was white, his stature was stooped, he was a little shaky when he walked, and the operation of his magic began to be a little sluggish.
The high-spirited spirit that he had when he teamed up with Lin En to cross the Hall Strait has gradually faded away, as if it were a dream.
Moreover, the last time Little Gretel returned home, he was at level six. After so many years, even if the resources have been sufficient, his mage level is still stuck at level six.
Seeing that guy Lin En going up to level nine, level ten, and level eleven, he was faced with failure again and again...
He has already attacked level seven twice and failed twice. Each time, he feels that his mental strength has weakened a lot, and he is a little further away from the success of the advancement. Master Gehrman himself has a vague feeling that if he attacks again, he may be successful.
dying.
That's it... just like this, living a peaceful, wealthy, and respected life as a sixth-level magician, and growing old slowly... But, I'm still a little unwilling...
Just when he was about to despair, the new issue of "Magic" brought unexpected good news. The Magic Council issued a policy to provide half-price meditation advanced medical care services to magicians registered with the council -
He is a sixth-level magician and can enjoy vital signs monitoring, ensuring that when something goes wrong, someone will rush in to save him as soon as possible;
Enjoy comfort, lower blood pressure, surround detection magic scanning, treatment, and thrombolysis. In the event of cerebral hemorrhage, the bleeding can be stopped immediately, ensuring no sequelae;
You can also enjoy the latest intracranial blood pressure-lowering magic. Even if your brain feels swollen and painful, and the things in your head feel like they are about to rush out, you can slowly be soothed...
Half price!
In the best case, he may only need to pay five thousand gold coins; even in the worst case, he should be able to get it done with ten thousand gold coins...
Ten thousand gold coins, the wealth he has accumulated in his life, plus contributions and other things, can be made up! Anyway, he is not married and has no children, so he will give it a try. Otherwise, who will give this money?
If you can advance successfully, or at least survive, you can always make more money. The saddest thing about people is that they die without spending all their money!
Unfortunately, "Magic" clearly states, "Due to the limitations of magic devices and caster training conditions, this medical care is temporarily only available in Nevis. Magicians in need are invited to Nevis."
Come here..."
Please come to Nevis!
Please come to Nevis...
Master Herman touched his savings, touched the familiar desk, familiar armchair, and familiar covered armrest in the wizard's tower. Now that he is old, he wants to go north to Nevis, to a place that was once familiar but is now a stranger.
place to go...
Where to live?
Are the familiar pubs still open?
If I go to Nevis now, how long does it take to wait in line for medical care?
Master Gehrman hesitated and hesitated, struggled and struggled again. Alas, although there are some favors that he doesn’t want to use, now it seems that he still has to use them...
He rummaged through the desk drawer and carefully selected the smoothest piece of paper sprinkled with silver powder. He sharpened the quill again and again. He calmed down and began to write:
"My dear friend Lynn..."
Compared with Master Gehrman, the archbishop of the Nevis God of War Temple had a much shorter time to struggle. As soon as the invitation letter from the Magic Council arrived, the archbishop immediately nodded his head in the temple and prepared to set off for the Tower of Babel:
"Go! Go all! Pull out as many as you can! Isn't it just healing skills? You are idle day in and day out. If you use a few more healing spells, you will be exhausted?!"
"But Your Excellency the Archbishop..." The younger God of War priest tried to struggle:
"It's not like we have nothing to do! Every day, in addition to treating the soldiers, we spend the rest of the time praying, making holy water, and making healing scrolls. As for dragging us to work for the magician in vain,
?"
"Who has worked in vain? Who has worked in vain, ah?!" The archbishop's beard was flaring, and his whole body looked almost bigger. His heavy palms slapped on the table, and the one-and-a-half-inch-thick teak table creaked.
Almost shattered on the spot:
"This is about learning skills! Learning healing spells! What does it cost to learn healing spells? Do you need me to teach you? - Have you learned the spell? That's it after you learn it? What about the technique? What about the timing of casting the spell?"
"But Your Excellency the Archbishop... do we really need this thrombolytic magic or medical monitoring to help with meditation?" There were still priests who were pointed out and tried to resist:
"Our warriors all advance in battle, who needs this! Even if we are priests, we meditate and advance, don't we rely on the grace of the God of War?"
"What do you mean by the divine grace of the God of War?" The archbishop refused to give in:
"We must do our best and use all our methods..."
He started. Immediately, all the God of War priests present repeated in unison:
"Usual training, preparation before war, weapons, armor, all equipment, as well as our strategy and bravery. Then, we can pray for the grace of the God of War..."
"So do you understand?" The archbishop glared at the priests present with such arrogance that everyone who had objections made them lower their heads:
"If you don't learn the healing techniques that you can learn, and don't use the things that are useful, what does it mean to "use all your efforts"? Huh? Going against God's will is a sign of impiety!
Besides, you don’t need it, those soldiers still need it! How many soldiers have their heads broken during daily training and battlefield battles? If there is bleeding on the outside, there won’t be bleeding on the inside of the brain?!"
Alas, these hard-headed guys. If the Magic Council comes up with something new, if they don't just follow it and learn it, they have to think of ways to push it along.
Look at the Nature Order next door. They have already sent two groups of people to the Nordmark mage. They will learn any new spells immediately. No, they will simply participate in the research and development;
The nature priests who stayed here also tried their best to get as close as possible to the people in the council. No, there were several elven legends coming to the council, and there were people from the Nature Order who had been staying there for a long time...
He kicked and beat them, and had to use divine magic to force them all to the Magic Council. At the door of the meditation room, he bumped into the Archbishop of the Fountain Temple, and everyone pretended not to see anyone else, and remained silent.
Floated over——
Isn’t it just releasing healing skills?
Isn’t it just that the Congress needs free labor to promote the medical care plan?
Yes, yes, we have a lot in the Temple of the God of War! Of course, let us learn the thrombolytic spell and the intracranial pressure measuring spell...
Oh, by the way, there is another place we must not forget! Oak Grove Hospital! Whatever new spells the Nordmark mage develops, the healers there are always the first to learn them!
It has been decided that starting from tomorrow, the number of Ares priests rotating at Oak Grove Hospital will be doubled!
"So, the Temple of the God of War has accumulated a lot of cases recently?" Gretel was surprised. He is also training his healers, helping with meditation, mainly treating myocardial infarction and stroke -
However, in this world, the understanding of these cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases is very problematic. Many people suddenly collapse, suddenly become comatose, suddenly become paralyzed, and do not even know to come to the hospital to seek treatment.
Gretel originally thought that he would start with the nobles, spread the principles and treatment methods of stroke bit by bit, and gradually spread it to the common people; he never expected that the Temple of the God of War would actually provide him with a large number of cases!
“Where did their cases come from?”
"Well, the main reason is that the soldiers train harder... Most of the wounded who are sent to our hospital have brain trauma, so we just check whether there is cerebral hemorrhage..."
Gretel: "..."
You did this on purpose, right?
You deliberately maimed someone and brought him to the hospital for treatment, right?
Now that cerebral hemorrhage can be cured, we are becoming more rude, right?!
He couldn't bear to think of the guy who had come up with the idea, and even thought of having a cerebral hemorrhage, and continued to ask about the recent progress of treatment. As he kept asking, he got another question:
"The parliament asked if these latest healing techniques can be made into spell-casting devices or scrolls and sent to distant places... After all, it's not just the Kingdom of Kent, we also have some friends far away who need this..."
There are so many people who want to be protected during advancement!
Not just Nevis, not just the Kingdom of Kent.
As soon as the papers in "Magic" and "Arcane" were published, the Magic Council has received fifty or sixty communications during this period, covering more than a dozen different forces...
It reaches the Great Wasteland in the north, the Kingdom of the Sun in the south, the New World in the west, and the Black Forest and the Orc Kingdom in the east. The answer of the Magic Council to these barbarians, dwarves, orcs, vampires, and nobles of the Old World is always:
"Sorry, we haven't finished analyzing some new spells yet, so we can't make them into scrolls for the time being..."
"Sorry, the spiral scan must be supported by the mage tower spirit, otherwise the calculation will not be that fast..."
"Sorry, magnetic resonance scan, if it wasn't for the legendary mage, there must be a mage tower..."