Create an invisible magic detector that transmits visual information. It can move and pass through holes or spaces with a diameter of no less than 1 inch (Gretel strongly suspects that this is because the diameter of the arcane eye itself is 1 inch).
In the eyes of the mages who created it, or in the eyes of the mages who maintain the secret lock, this spell is a very useful detection magic in adventurous journeys and a very useful monitor in daily life. But in Gray
It seems that the secret eye only means one thing:
Although we have to think of another way to send the Mystic Eye into the body, although the light source, sampling, cutting and attracting have to be designed separately, although the Mystic Eye itself has to be reduced, and it must be greatly reduced -
The diameter of both the esophagus and the trachea is far less than 1 inch. Not to mention the laparoscope, the inner diameter of the puncture device is usually 5. The secret eye cannot go in anywhere unless it is reduced to 1 cm in diameter.
However, it is better to have ready-made spells and directions for modification than to use your brain in vain!
Grete lay on the glass window, staring at the nearest light screen, trying hard to see clearly the way the Mystical Eye presented the picture:
How far can it see? What's the range?
Is the picture distorted?
Will the colors be distorted?
If possible, it is best to put it into a dark environment to see how bright the picture can be displayed, and whether it is necessary to add a light source...
His eyes were almost glued to the wall. Mage Anthony couldn't see through it and dragged him away:
"What are you looking at here?...Looking at the Mystical Eye? The Mystical Eye is a spell from the prophecy school. What's the point of staying in the Mysterious Lock Hall?"
"Ah...ah?"
Grete was dragged away by him in dismay.
From the prophecy school? He has never been very interested in the prophecy school. With so many basic spells, he only learned [detection magic], [reading magic] and [language proficiency]...
If he wants to learn [Secret Eye], I don't know if his knowledge reserve is enough.
Also, [Mystical Eye] is a third-level spell that requires a level 5 magician to learn. If you want to improve it, you don’t know which level it is. He has just upgraded to level 2...
(Goodbye)
The magicians in the Mystery Hall were busy. Gretel looked at their badges through the glass wall. The levels of these people were not too high. Except for one leading magician who was level 10 or above, most of them were level 5.
~Level 9, which is responsible for the daily maintenance and monitoring of the lock.
"So you need to be at least level 5 to work here?"
Master Kerien came over to whisper. A group of students looked at each other with ugly expressions: The strongest among them is level 2, and they have just been promoted to level 2. In terms of work, they are better than those who only know how to do it.
The apprentice of magic is better. Want to enter the Tower of Babel?
They can't even understand what the magician inside the wall is doing...
Gretel's attention was on the other side.
The mysterious lock hall is as warm as spring, and the magicians in the glass wall all wear light robes and no hats. Most of them have sparse hair, a small part of them are Mediterranean, occasionally bald, and all have dark circles under their eyes.
Look at that energetic person, he is similar to the common coder in his previous life, and he is still better than the emergency doctor...
After all, most coders are 996, and emergency doctors are more than just 996.
As he watched, he saw a level 9 magician with particularly sparse hair yawning and wiping away his tears: "I can't do it anymore. I need to rest for a while." He took out a small crystal bead and chanted a few times, and the ground rose.
A semicircular blue sphere was formed. The magician dived into the sphere and disappeared.
"How lazy is this..." Master Corian complained at the same time: "You can only walk a few steps to the lounge, but you have to put it in a room... Isn't this thing only used in the wild?"
Gretel's eyes lit up again.
"Is this house clean inside?"
"Of course it's clean!" Corian gave him a strange look: "The shelter hut of the plastic energy system is built purely with a force field. If it's not clean, there will be ghosts!"
Whether it is clean or not needs to be tested. Grete does not trust the cleanliness of this spell - after all, even if it is just a generally clean laminar flow operating room, it is used in general surgery, thoracic surgery, urology, obstetrics and gynecology, and ear, nose and throat.
For surgical operations, the bacterial infection density per square centimeter of floor must be less than 5!
But that is better than just finding a house or having surgery in the middle of nowhere! After all, the shelter cabin is not clean enough and you can spray disinfectant and disinfect the walls, which is much more convenient than disinfecting an old house that has been there for many years.
Gretel was really scared during the abdominal surgery she had just traveled through time: while trying to stop bleeding in the liver and checking for damage to the intestines, she was always worried, fearing that a gust of wind would come from any direction, and sand, dust, or even leaves and grass would fall into the wound!
Sheltered cabin!
Portable operating room!
You must get this thing!
"Oh, by the way, this is also a third-level spell..."
What?
So you have to reach Level 5 before you can take the operating room with you?
Gretel cracked his fingers. The time traveled back in time was the beginning of April last year. He became a mage apprentice in mid-April, and became a level 1 mage in mid-June, which took 2 months. In February this year, he became a level 2 mage, which took 8 months. At this rate
Presumably, if everything goes well, we can probably reach level 3 next year, and then in three years, we can reach level 5?
It feels so slow... In this little time, I have graduated from the five-year clinical medicine program...
His mood suddenly dropped. On the 15th floor of the Tower of Babel, a magician who was paying attention to him flashed his eyes and quickly wrote down:
"Gretel Nordmark...isn't interested in the Conjuration System? He just paid more attention to the Mystical Eye..."
Schools choose magicians, and magicians also choose schools. Especially these young talents who are selected from small rural areas and sent to training classes, who show great potential and have not yet been snatched away.
During this visit to the Tower of Babel, each school tried its best to show off its own characteristics. The original purpose was to attract as many outstanding young magicians as possible and make them willing to join their own school...
The visiting team went all the way down. From the Charm Control School, Gretel was expressionless and drifted by all the way; from the Illusion School, he continued to drift by; from the Protection School, he was slightly interested but not too excited; from the Change School...
"Which spell is more interesting to me? Turn fossils into mud? Transform into giants? Malicious transformation? Ahhhhh, Master Mainland has given me a task..."
Grete glanced at it and continued to float by. What the hell is it about turning a person into a frog? Where can I find a princess to kiss him? Oh, by the way, it is said that the newly crowned king is a queen, so there is no princess in the country.
I can only go to the mainland and get a prince to come over...
The elevator of the Tower of Babel continued to go down, dropped below the clouds, dropped to the ground, and finally sank deeply into the rock formation. The indicator light on the negative 20th floor came on, and the assistant who led the team cast a [Phantom Sound Technique] on himself, improving
sound:
"Please wear your temporary badges and follow the team... Next is the Black Crow Swamp area. Please don't fall behind and be careful of negative energy damage..."
The elevator door opened and they stepped into the corridor. The queue in front of them suddenly stopped for a moment. Gretel squeezed forward to take a look. On both sides of the gloomy glass wall, there were long rows of corpses, including humans, orcs, dwarves, and others.
There are strange mutants... some are complete, some are dissected in half, some have organs soaked in bottles, and some have only skeletons left...
There is a dazzling array of things to see and a welcome along the way.
Gretel's eyes shone and he leaned against the glass wall again.