Chapter 191 How about going to the Necromancy School?
The teleportation circle flashes continuously.
One paper after another appears from the transfer box and falls into the sorting center on the 10th floor of the Tower of Babel. The transfer port of the sorting center is smooth and flat, with a slight downward slope. The papers slide along the transfer port into the lower array.
Above the array, a piece of blue light lit up and fell straight on the cover of the paper, where the keywords were written.
"Keywords, undead, evocation, orcs, school of necromancy"
Outside the magic circle, the three-foot-diameter disk rotated 3/8 of a circle and stopped accurately. The magic circle tilted slightly, and the paper in the center was poured into the transmission box directly in front. A ray of light spread away and disappeared.
"Keywords, new plants, toxicity, transfer to prophecy school."
The disk continued to rotate clockwise. After 5/8 turns, a transmission box marked "Prophecy" stopped and took away the paper. The identification of new items, unless otherwise specified, will all be classified into the prophecy school and included in the identification technique.
Resource library.
"Keywords, thermometer, production, body temperature? Transformation school..."
With a plop, Grete's article "On the Making of Simple Thermometers and the Role of Body Temperature Measurement in Medical Treatment" slid forward and fell into the transmission box of the School of Change. The transmission magic was activated, and the next moment, it appeared on the top of Igor Peak.
, the eleventh floor of the sub-tower of the School of Change, was held up by a pair of invisible arms.
"New paper? No magic attached..."
Another magic circle started buzzing. Lines of writing and pictures appeared on the white paper. The new papers were copied into two copies. Invisible hands took out the papers, put them into two boxes, and opened them.
Slide the drawer on the belly of the alchemy doll next to it.
"Directly transfer to Mr. Aslan, Mr. Sloan."
"Yes, transfer directly to Mr. Aslan and Mr. Sloan~~~"
The alchemical golem responded sweetly. The wheels rolled under its feet, chirping "dili dili" and "dili dili" as it drifted out of the room. Crossed the aisle, entered the elevator, came to the corresponding floor, took out the paper, and put it in
In the on-duty magician's basket of documents to be received.
Gretel's papers were divided one by one in this way. The two treatment-related papers went to the school of conjuration and medical treatment, the two papers related to microscopy were divided into the prophecy school, the one that demonstrated the control of dysentery, and other disseminations
Like the plague treatise, it was sent to the Necromancy School.
"Edgar! That Gretel you mentioned last time submitted a paper to us!"
On the negative 12th floor of the pyramid - yes, there is a symmetrical inverted pyramid under the pyramid-shaped mage tower at the top of Mount Eagle. On the negative 12th floor, a crow with white spots on its wings spreads its wings and flies over.
Stopped outside the magic barrier and screamed.
"Submitted a paper?"
Master Edgar stopped the quill in his hand and pressed the ruby on the skull's left eye.
The ruby retracted inward, a small opening opened in the magic barrier, and the crow immediately flew in. Without waiting for the owner to say hello, it landed on the skull's head, lowered its head and pecked the sapphire in the skull's right eye.
The invisible barrier rose again, blocking the screams, shouts, and the singing of the banshee from outside the room again.
The crow raised one of its paws proudly. Doctor Edgar untied the ribbon on its feet, took out a paper, and handed the crow two pieces of dried meat:
"Thank you, Mr. Spencer. Say hello to your master for me. I owe him a favor."
The crow finished eating the dried meat slowly, pecked open the barrier, spread its wings and flew away. Master Edgar hummed a song and began his thesis:
"Submitting your thesis so soon? It seems that this kid is still very interested in our Black Crow Swamp..."
Not every one of Grete's papers was so lucky. One of the two magicians on duty from the School of Conjuration was out to visit friends, and the other happened to have a large-scale experiment and had been told not to disturb it in advance. So, they were responsible for reviewing
The thesis is naturally transferred to the hands of students, and even students’ students.
"Classification of wounded soldiers on the battlefield? Why is this kind of paper sent to us? It should be something that the priest is concerned about... The author is a second-level mage? Does he not know how to study magic at the second level? He is not doing his job!"
The two microscope-related papers were even more unlucky. It was not that the reviewers were not doing their job properly, but that the apprentice holding the box fell while transporting the microscope...
"Bang! Bang!"
So, the magician in charge of the review scratched his head in embarrassment at a strange thing that was crooked and had a few pieces of glass missing:
"...How should this thing be restored to its original form?"
Forgive him for not being good at this... If he was good at it, he would have gone to the Transmutation Department to become an alchemist, and he wouldn't have been squatting in the Prophecy Department...
The college instructor who recommended him said this:
"If you smash the Encyclopedia of Minerals, just smash it. The book won't be broken anyway."
Then, he smashed the eyepiece of this microscope, knocked the stage of the microscope crooked, and began to read the paper with great effort, and wrote the evaluation tremblingly...
Ten days later, half of the trainees in the training class had received job offers, or invitations to visit such-and-such a mage tower or such-and-such organization. But Grete is still empty-handed, and has only received feedback on some papers one after another:
"The thermometer was invented at least a hundred years ago. I suggest the author expand the reading scope of the paper, or... at least visit more magic equipment stores?"
...Well, a small place, a poor place, is so miserable. By the way, why doesn’t the Magic Council develop an automatic paper query system, similar to CNKI?
Grete shrugged and continued to read the second reply: "The way of classifying wounded soldiers and medical spells are not magically original. It is recommended that the author focus on magic and not be distracted by other fields.
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Are you scolding me for not doing my job properly, or warning me not to write a bad paper? In short, it is another "failure". Without any rewards for research points and contribution points, these two papers are written in vain.
The article discussing the principle of sterility was given a basic point and a basic contribution point without any pain; the two articles on microscopes only had basic points... Gretel looked at the microscope that had been smashed crookedly in the box, and said that it had fallen into pieces.
The two-piece eyepiece was speechless for a moment, but I understood why there was such a comment. As for the article about dysentery...
The review enthusiastically wrote:
"This article uses creative research methods and detailed evidence to prove the way dysentery is spread and the ways to curb it. This article has extremely important reference value for the entire plague branch... It is recommended to award 30 research points for contribution.
50 o’clock…”
Which necromancer did this fall into?
Or is the Crow Swamp as a whole making overtures to me?
Grete was speechless for a long time. He wrote a long paragraph of comments that lasted half a page. Between the lines, he said, "Come to us, plague and other things, you can study whatever you want..."
How about going to the Necromancy School? Gretel thought a little waveringly. No matter what, if you join the Necromancy School, you can at least dissect corpses at will...
Gretel clenched the paper with some reluctance. He walked out of the white tower, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the top of Igor Peak. Thick clouds covered most of the peak, and Gretel knew that there were eight different shapes standing in the clouds.
The Master's Tower, and the Tower of Babel in the center of the peak...
By the way, why haven't I replied to my paper on phlogiston? They won't really repeat the experiment... By the way, when Lavoisier did that experiment, it burned for twelve days in a row...
"boom!"
A thunderous earthquake resounded high in the sky. Grete's pupils shrank, and he saw a large hole exploded in the thick clouds covering the tower. The clouds rolled outwards, revealing the towering tip of the Tower of Babel.