Chapter 1865 This is my grandson, but he doesn’t seem to recognize me.
Chapter 1872 This is my grandson, but he doesn’t seem to recognize me?
Balbo...
The Legend of Balbo...
His Excellency Crown of the Sun...
In order to treat the patient himself, a legend was actually dispatched to pick him up personally...
Yes, Mr. Sun Crown is Little Gretel’s senior brother. They are both disciples of the Lord of Thunder. They may have a good relationship...
But, that's also a legend, isn't it?
A legend is willing to go deep into the border to pick him up for Little Gretel's sake. Does that mean that Little Gretel's attitude towards them has begun to soften and they have begun to treat them as family members and relatives?
"Don't think too much." The legendary voice of Byrbo suddenly sounded in the transparent force field that enveloped them and moved forward quickly.
Amidst the vortex passing through the force field and the sound of fiercely burning flames at the end of the force field, the voice was clear and light, but every word was extremely clear:
"Little Grete didn't know you were coming. He never mentioned that he wanted to go to the White Wolf Leader. It's just that... if you die, he might not be happy. So, I just help you, that's all."
There was a bit of kindness in his words, but more of a cold warning and a reminder to draw a clear line - [Big Bear] Albrey is an old man, so he can naturally hear this.
Especially, being wrapped in the force field of a legend, no matter how courageous he is, he still has to be wise:
"I understand. When I arrive in Nevis, whether or not to give my name or what name I give will be subject to the arrangements of the parliament and I will not deliberately mention my true identity."
"Um."
Byrbo responded in a low voice, and then fell into silence. Albery couldn't ask questions, so he could only lower his eyes, silently sensing the legendary force field around him, and occasionally looking back at the way he came -
There, the roiling flames and the mushroom-like red-black clouds have not yet subsided. On the edge of the clouds, there is another layer of bright white light, as if it is lined with a layer of silver, and it seems to be trying its best to resist those things.
expansion.
Glorious Holy See, who is coming?
Level 15? Level 18?... With such a big movement, will there be legends coming?
Will there be a legend that will take action against the White Wolf Leader?
It's a pity that Lord Crown of the Sun didn't pay attention to him. The legendary mage sat upright in front of the force field shield, his back straight, his hands relaxed on his knees, and his fingers kept changing movements.
As he moves, the outer layer of the force field shield seems to be constantly changing its shape, while the color, size, degree of concentration, and direction of the tail flame eruption of the flames behind the force field shield also seem to be constantly changing.
Adjustment……
In short, with these adjustments, the speed of the force field shield in flight suddenly increases and decreases, sometimes rising, sometimes lowering, and sometimes experiencing slight bumps.
[Big Bear] Albery bent his back, imitating the legendary mage, sitting cross-legged in the collapsed cylindrical force field.
He watched as the forward tip of the force field shield turned into a drop shape for a while, then turned into a perfect circle, and then sprouted long sharp thorns. After observing for a long time, he could only sigh in frustration:
We don’t understand the world of magicians...
Therefore, it is such a rare ability to write a paper that ordinary people can understand. This is the case with Little Grete's papers. Although each article is filled with a lot of terms, it is even a knight like him.
Everyone can understand:
What diseases can this spell treat, and which patients are more beneficial? It feels like every paper is calling out:
Come, come, all patients with such symptoms, come here, we can cure you here!
...Speaking of which, how fast does this force field fly? Look at the speed at which the earth, ocean, ships, and islands are retreating under our feet. We will be able to reach Nevis at midnight today, or tomorrow morning at the latest, right?
[Big Bear] Albrey's estimation still underestimated the speed of the legend. The legend of Baierbo flew at an unprecedented high speed with the force field shield that he had been modifying for several hours.
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Riding the sea breeze and chasing the setting sun, we arrived in Nevis before dawn. Then, the flame at the end of the force field disappeared, and the shield deformed, rose, and unfolded into the shape of a small house.
It went down with the wind and slowly fell. As soon as it landed on the ground, a group of magicians wearing special signs on the other side had already flown down in a half-empty and half-real carriage and rushed to the two of them:
"Dear..."
"I've sent the person, you can arrange it." Legend Baierbo pointed to his side and walked away quickly and simply. The younger brother's mage tower has not been completed yet! The Well of Eternity is still in progress!
[Big Bear] Albery was frozen in place, watching helplessly as the figure of the legendary mage flashed away without a trace. The magicians driving the flying carriage had already caught up:
"Lord Askan? Please get in the car and go this way..."
Mr. Big Bear has been traveling for several days in the wilderness, and this is the first day he sleeps in a house with a roof above, walls around it, a high bed with soft pillows, and unlimited hot water in the bathroom.
However, he tossed and turned, tossing on the pillow all night long without falling asleep. When he was taken for examination the next day, his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and the magician from the medical branch was very concerned:
"Sir, please pay attention to adjusting your condition...Although this treatment is not very dangerous, if your indicators are too poor, sir may temporarily postpone your treatment..."
"Sir? Who are you talking about?...Why?"
For [Big Bear] Albery, a delay of one or two days in treatment is nothing, but a delay of one or two days in seeing his grandson is another matter.
He rushed slowly and hurriedly, fighting against the wind and snow to get here. What was he trying to do? Was he just trying to cure the disease?
——Then he can’t wait, wait for the council to train more healers, wait for healers or healing scrolls to come to the White Wolf Territory?
"Sir? That is of course the Archmage Nordmark. The reason for delaying treatment is because many people are eager to make breakthroughs as soon as they are cured. If the indicators are too poor, forcing breakthroughs will be dangerous, so the patients will be asked to recuperate...
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In fact, it was just Grete's habits. In his previous life, as long as it was an elective surgery, one of the responsibilities of the anesthesiologist was to assess the patient's condition:
If the patient's indicators are too poor, he may not be able to survive the operation. The anesthesiologist will never sign and let him go!
But the people who work for him don't know this. Especially the therapists who work in the Tower of Babel and the conjuration magicians who help him with pre-examination work don't even know this.
Under their threat, [Big Bear] Albery could only eat well, sleep well, and nursed himself back to health for two days before sitting down in front of Grete with a much improved examination record.
"Mr. Al? Please sit down." He looked helplessly at his grandson whom he had never met or raised for a day. He turned over a page of information and raised his head and smiled at him:
"First of all, I want to explain the danger of this spell..."