It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 188: Grete, do you clean the glass with your nose? (Two chapters in one, including more updates with a reward of 10,000)
Chapter 188: Grete, do you clean the glass with your nose? (Two chapters in one, including more updates with a reward of 10,000)
The founder of the Magic Council, the legendary mage His Excellency Terrence, when he climbed to the top of Igor Peak for the first time, he looked around and saw his own figure reflected in the halo of clouds.
With the blessing of this legend, anyone who can see the halo when climbing to the top for the first time will definitely achieve great achievements and become a famous... legend in the Magic Council. The reason why it is only a legend is because Lord Terrence firmly denies its causal relationship.
, the magicians of the prophecy school also said that it is just a coincidence, and it cannot be concluded that there will definitely be an outstanding person among these people who reach the summit.
Of course, even so, it does not prevent magicians from secretly loving this story, and would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist.
After all, the top of Igor Peak is shrouded in rain clouds all year round. It rains or snows on at least 300 of the 365 days a year. On the remaining days, the clouds clear up and the mist clears, and the sun comes out.
The sun just reflects the halo, and this person happens to be climbing the summit for the first time. It is not easy to meet so many coincidences...
The students in the training class admired the haloed figure on the edge of the cliff for a long time before they were gathered by the magician leading the team and walked towards the group of mage towers at the peak. Time was limited, so they did not visit the towers one by one, but just looked outside for a while.
The assistant who led the team gave some pointers. Even so, the eight auxiliary towers of different shapes also won the praise of the students.
After stopping for a moment, a group of people entered the Babel Tower in the middle and went up directly by the elevator. The elevator looked small, it could only hold ten people, but a group of sixty or seventy people all went in, but the space was more than enough. Gretel was still there.
Looking around for the space magic pattern, the magic elevator rose from the ground. Soon, exclamations came one after another in the elevator.
"Wow……"
"so beautiful……"
"The entire mountain range is at your feet..."
"The clouds are coming, the clouds are coming! Are we walking directly in the clouds?"
"Lightning! Look! There's lightning over there! Whoaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, didn't it hit me?!"
"We are still going up! The clouds actually went down...it's so golden and beautiful..."
The height of Babel Tower is higher than the eight surrounding auxiliary towers, and it is inserted straight into the clouds. When students stand in the magic elevator and lower their heads slightly, they can see the sea of clouds rolling under their feet, sometimes rolling and sometimes condensing.
, suddenly revealing a thin gap.
The sun shines gently on the clouds. All the wind, snow, and ice rain below seem to have never happened.
The students were jostling each other. Gretel only glanced at it and then slowly stepped back, leaving the other students the opportunity to enjoy the wonderful scenery without any hesitation.
The scenery in front of him is indeed good, but to him, it is not that rare. There are observation elevators in every big city. You can overlook the entire city at any time, such as the Oriental Pearl Tower. As for the sea of clouds and other things, you can choose one by plane.
If you take a seat next to the side, remember to wear sunscreen...
In contrast, it was the fact that the magic technology in this world could reach such a high level that made him more curious. If he could enter the core scientific research institution of the Parliament, maybe CT and MRI could be developed earlier?
His expression was dull, neither surprised nor excited, but the magician leading the team looked at him a few more times. On the 15th floor of the Tower of Babel, some of the magicians who were observing them through the illusion circle pointed at his image.
ask:
"Who is this student?"
The person who asked the question was a fifth-level magician. As soon as he opened his mouth, low-level magicians quickly inquired, compared the information, and gave the answer:
"Gret Nordmark, a first-level arcanist, a first-level mage - oh, the information has just been updated, it is already a second-level one. From Newster County, Heartland City Mage Tower, the school is undecided, and the direct mentor is undecided.
."
"You're from a small place?" A soft male voice from the side interrupted: "It doesn't look like you're not surprised at all."
"He published an article "Arcane" last month and was summoned by the review committee to come to the summit." The third mage laughed eerily:
"And this kid has participated in a war before. He killed a ninth-level knight alone. He came here on Master Carlisle's airship." The implication is that there is no problem with such knowledge, no problem with his background, and no problem with it.
On the battlefield.
"So familiar?—You want him in Ravenswamp?"
"He is a born necromancer! That "Arcane" was published in the necromantic school, in the direction of plague!"
"But how come I heard that he is a healer?" Another clear female voice took over:
"I went to the teacher's place the day before yesterday and I heard that someone in the Conjuration Department is interested in him..."
"Master Carlisle also asked a few days ago..."
Magicians from various schools and organizations were chatting with each other, some were complaining, some were making excuses, and some were trying to offend each other. On Gretel's side, the magic elevator finally shook slightly and stopped moving upward. The assistant coach who led the team
Press the elevator door and raise your voice:
"After getting out of the elevator, everyone tried to make as little noise as possible. From this floor up, there are floors occupied by the 'Light of the Stars'. Their daily routine is day and night, and they have particularly high requirements for silence.
I don’t think you are willing to disturb a certain master and be cursed by them, and you will be unlucky for the rest of your life..."
The students remained silent and nodded vigorously. Gretel couldn't help but wonder: Light of the Stars? Which school of thought is this? Is it in the direction of astronomy?
His curiosity was quickly answered. The students filed out of the elevator and climbed up three floors. Then, the first student who stepped into the hall could not help but sigh:
"ah……"
As soon as the words came out, he immediately covered his mouth with all his strength. The people behind him followed suit. Gretel walked into the hall with his mouth covered. When he raised his head, his eyes immediately widened.
It was clearly daytime. The sun was shining brightly just a moment ago. However, what came into view was a dark black dome, like a giant bowl, which was bent upside down from directly above the head. Countless stars were shining on the sky, and Gretel turned in a circle.
I actually found the Big Dipper, with the handle pointing east and slightly south.
...Is this thing real-time? It's not a decoration drawing, it's a real-time display? How do they display astrology in broad daylight?
Grete stretched his neck, quite curious. Under the dome, there stood a pipe more than three feet high and as thick as an arm, mounted on a movable brass stand, which looked a bit like an astronomical telescope.
I leaned over to take a look curiously, but there was no glass lens in sight. There were layers upon layers of magic circles in the tube.
"This is for observing the starry sky at night." Seeing him bend down and close his eyes, the assistant teacher did not stop him. Instead, he took a few steps closer and explained to him:
"This dome will be opened at night, and you can directly see the starry sky through the stargazing tube. This stargazing tube is filled with various magic circles such as focusing, amplifying, and positioning. People from the Conjuration School helped arrange it. It is very delicate.
"
Oh...it turned out to be a variant of the astronomical telescope. Grete's interest was instantly extinguished. Looking at the design of this hall, could it be that the 'Light of the Stars' is an organization of the prophecy school? Forgive him that he neither understands astronomy nor likes divination.
, this kind of thing, just take a look.
But we can find a way to make these arrays... we can make an astronomical telescope. If we reverse the array, maybe we can make a microscope? A high-power microscope? A polarized light microscope, an electron microscope, a cryo-electron microscope, something like that?
The microscope he used to transplant his own liver had a measly 1,000 times magnification...
Grete took a few steps back and quietly stepped aside. Suddenly, someone floated past him like a wandering spirit. He turned around and saw that it happened to be someone he knew: the last time we had dinner together, he caught a goose and gave him a bite.
That Miles wizard, Grete, stretched out his hand to pull, but was stopped:
"Let him go. His mentor is from the prophecy school."
But it was Master Anthony, the first person in the training class to advance to Level 2. They were not in the same team when climbing the mountain before, but now
Grete retracted his hand as instructed, and saw Master Miles raising his head as hard as he could, bending his neck back to almost 90 degrees, and floating step by step toward the center of the hall. Halfway through the float, he stumbled somewhere and fell on his back.
But as if he didn't notice anything, he just lay flat on the ground and looked up at the stars in a daze.
The assistant coach ignored him. Seeing that most people saw the same thing, he led a large group of people downstairs. As for those who were still lying on the ground or lingering around -
"It's okay. If you want him in the Mage Tower, you need him. If you don't want him, people will naturally be knocked down. Such a big Babel Tower, and there are tower spirits watching over it, nothing will happen."
Master Anthony said softly. Gretel was awe-inspiring, knowing that no one would drag him away here, so he secretly made a note: Don't be too indulged, just watch the display of one school, and miss out on several other schools. It will be a big loss!
They returned to the elevator along the same route, descended a short distance, and the elevator door opened again. This time, the assistant coach who led the team looked around, half-smiling but not smiling:
"This time, everyone can shout as loudly as possible. Anyway, the isolation inside is good, so I can't hear your voices."
How to isolate the sound...double-layer glass? Vacuum inside? Gretel was curious. He followed the team and passed through two dark black doors with countless thunder lights flowing above them. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and Gretel reflexively
Close your eyes and cover your face with your hands——
It’s too bright! It’s really too bright! A 1000-watt high-pressure sodium lamp is not that bright, and looking directly at the solder joints is not that dazzling! Be very careful later, never look straight ahead again...
Grete's eyes were filled with tears, and he complained desperately that he was too careless. It took him a while to recover, and he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were immediately attracted again.
Ahead was a strange scene that he had never seen before. 12 pillars stood in a ring, and the light between the pillars was criss-crossed, forming a network of light. What was even more astonishing was that in the network of light, a thunder light as thick as a bowl was rushing back and forth.
The explosions continued. Every time the pillar was touched, a ripple appeared on the light network...
"This is the core of the 'Thunder Corner'." The assistant coach who led the way explained again:
"The Babel Tower is inserted into the clouds, and the lightning in the rain clouds continuously strikes the tower, and is introduced into the interior of the Babel Tower, becoming the energy reserve of the Mage Tower. What you see is the process of constraining lightning with a field and converting it into energy...
…”
What is this? A force field? What is the principle? Gretel trembled all over and squeezed forward desperately. With a snap, he lay down on the transparent glass wall, pressing the tip of his nose tightly against the glass:
What is it that can restrain lightning and convert electricity? Electromagnetic? Tokamak? Using magnetic confinement to achieve controllable nuclear fusion?
Has the power of the Magic Council reached this point? If controllable nuclear fusion can be achieved, is nuclear fission also possible? What about nuclear magnetic resonance? MRI? Gamma Knife?
By the way, there is electricity! Electricity! With electricity, there is ECG monitoring! AMD! All kinds of medical equipment need electricity to drive! You must find a way to get this!
Countless thoughts were whizzing back and forth in Grete's mind. The team flowed slowly along the glass wall. Grete lay on the glass wall, step by step, moving sideways. After passing half of the hall, the assistant coach who led the team couldn't bear it anymore.
Stop, raised his voice and shouted:
"Gret Nordmark!"
"Ah...ah?"
"Are you going to clean the glass with your nose?"
Grete's face turned red. He turned his head and looked where he came from. Sure enough, there was a long mark on the glass wall. It was a bit blurry and a bit greasy - it was indeed caused by his nose. This kind of thing is common in museums.
When a new exhibition opens, everyone wipes the glass with their faces. However, he is the only one here doing this, which is too conspicuous...
At this moment, it was too late to use the mage's trick to clean up. Gretel took two steps back and fell to the end of the team. As he moved forward, he still stared at the force field reluctantly:
How to get it?
The mages on the 15th floor of Babel Tower are busy again.
In the dome of stars above, there are only a few magicians who show obvious love and inclination. However, in the Lightning Hall of the Evocation School, at least half of the students turn around every step of the way and wish they could live here.
The magicians of "Thunder Horn" are busy identifying people, remembering them, looking through information to determine priorities:
"The yellow-haired guy - the first one to break through level 2, by the way, his name is Anthony Valentine - showed obvious interest. Pay close attention."
"That red-haired girl also likes the school of plasticity? Let's see... one is C+ and one is B-? Forget it, I guess it won't be her turn."
"Who is that person walking on the glass? Mystic Eyes, change the direction! Oh... Gretel Nordmark, it's him again. Okay, let's pay attention to this one, one article "Arcane", the highest priority if you can get it
That sequence. Uh, wait, that "Arcane" is from the Necronomicon faction..."
After walking through the mine induction hall, the group returned to the elevator and went down again. This time the decoration of the floor they entered changed again: in the deep black walls, there were ripples rolling continuously. At first glance, there were dots of stars, but upon closer inspection, there were countless
The mantras rise and fall here and there, circulating endlessly.
Entering the hall, countless light curtains are connected to each other, reflecting the scene outside the Babel Tower. At a glance, it is almost suspicious that the walls of the Babel Tower have become transparent——
"Secret Eye." The assistant teacher stepped aside, allowing the students to watch 360 degrees without hindrance, and gave instructions and explanations by the way:
"The Conjuration School is responsible for the maintenance of Igor's Mystery Lock. What you see is part of the surveillance hall. Countless arcane eyes are connected together. Through the magic circle provided by the Illusion School, people can directly observe the external scene - Nord