Chapter 195: Thunder Horn can support you—hey, it seems I can’t support you?
After some commotion, Master Carlisle finally pressed down the phantom pony and descended from the air to the gate of the castle. The Augustus Castle also opened the gate and welcomed this distinguished guest.
——On the castle tower, the three magic ballistae were leveled silently and no longer quietly pointed upward.
Augustus Castle is a legacy left to his daughter by the first wife of the Earl of Inverness. It is also the largest castle in the Viscounty of Roche. The castle is surrounded by water on three sides and guards the southwest end of Loch Ness.
It is located at the lock entrance of Loch Ness leading to Loch Loch. Even those who know nothing about military affairs can see at a glance that this castle is a battleground for military strategists.
The castle is surrounded by thick stone walls, and in the center, a three-story square building rises from the ground. The outer walls are all white, shining under the lights from the top of the stone wall and the tower, adding a touch of beauty in addition to solemnity.
.A long bridge leads straight from the lake shore to the castle. The twin towers guard the castle gate and stand at the end of the long bridge. One man is in charge of the gate and no one can open it.
At this moment, the heavy city gate was of course open. Dame Luo Xi hung a long sword on her waist and stood in the middle of the city gate with a smile. On the left, Elder Wood was holding an oak staff and curling his beard subconsciously. On the right,
Gretel had just been pulled out of the consulting room. Her hair was crooked, her sleeves were wet, and "I am innocent, I know nothing..." was written all over her face.
Master Carlisle drove dozens of miles and made three missed attempts before finally finding the person. Seeing Gretel's unconcerned look, he was both angry and funny, and his anger calmed down. As soon as his anger subsided, his graceful demeanor immediately returned.
He stepped forward slowly and showed an apologetic smile to the Baroness.
"Sorry, I was in such a hurry to find someone..."
Entering the castle, taking a seat, serving refreshments, and greetings. After a smooth process, Gretel was handed over from Elder Wood to Master Carlisle, and was thrown onto a flying carpet:
"Follow me! Now!"
Grete: "..." I haven't finished the physical examination, I haven't finished drawing the pictures, I haven't finished teaching the priests yet...
All these words were swallowed by him.
Master Carlisle, a great magician up to level 14, once saved his life, and hurriedly came to take him away in the middle of the night——
You know, if you protest at this time, you will have to have 5,800 tons of water in your head.
He only asked one question:
"Master Wood and the others, will something happen?"
Carlisle gave him a surprised look.
The stars were dim, the crescent moon was like a hook, and only a faint silver light emitted from the pattern of the flying carpet, allowing the two people to see each other's expressions clearly during the conversation.
Carlisle observed carefully and saw that Gretel's worried look didn't seem to be fake, so he snorted:
"You have good intentions. - Don't worry, they are fine."
That's my business?
In other words, the reason why you rush over here in such a hurry and take me away in the middle of the night is because I am alone?
Grete breathed a sigh of relief, his mind raced, and he began to think hard about his interaction with the great magician. If someone is seriously ill or injured, it should not be a problem; if there is a large-scale epidemic, it will not be a problem; ultrasound, microscope, bacteria...
"Phlogiston?" He suddenly had an idea: "Has that paper been drafted?"
Posted?
This kid is really confident in himself. Master Carlisle snorted with his nose, deliberately not looking at Gretel, and looked up at the sky:
"You got yourself into trouble, kid! Because of your paper, you injured a level 13 chemist!"
"Ah!...Ah?" Grete was shocked. The level 13 **master? Was injured? Because of his thesis?
"What kind of injury is it? Is it serious?" Can it be treated well? How much will the treatment cost? Can I afford it? If not, please ask Elder Wood to take action first, and I will have to pay back the treatment fee slowly.
Grete was secretly prepared to sell herself to pay off her debts.
Of course, if it can be proven that the injury has nothing to do with him, such as being drained of magic power while experimenting with magic, falling down the stairs, etc., then he will definitely have to work hard to resist the blackmail.
Unexpectedly, Master Carlisle glanced at him and said slowly:
“The meditation environment breaks down.”
"Ah...oh..." What?
What is that? Why did the meditation environment collapse? What does it have to do with my thesis? I’ve never heard of it!
Before Grete could get to the bottom of things, Master Carlisle had already turned his face and stared at him with a stern expression. Gretel shrank back when he looked at him: This master was quite kind when he saved him last time, but why is his face so ugly now...
...Is the injured medic his friend? Or his relative?
"Why are you running so far away? You can't study at the college if you have the leisure to run dozens of miles away? Or do you know that you are in trouble? You hurt someone? You think you can escape by running from Oak Ridge to Fort Augustus?
?”
"I……"
"What are you? Why are you running when you have nothing to do?"
"I didn't mean it!" Gretel finally shouted:
"I made an appointment with the Baroness a long time ago! If I hadn't taught all the priests first, I wouldn't have delayed it until now! - Besides, everyone else has somewhere to go, but I don't have one. There is no mage tower and no academy wants me.
Isn’t it enough for me to be a pastor? I can support myself as a pastor!"
"you……"
Carlisle finally laughed angrily. There was no mage tower, no academy wanted him? How many schools fought for him!
On the first day, I reported it to the review meeting, and the review meeting reported it to the legendary mage. A group of legendary mages closed their doors and quarreled all day and night!
If the quarrel hadn't been like this, why would most of the students have already decided their whereabouts, and he was the only one who hadn't received the notice yet?
Carlisle wanted to vomit loudly, but when the words came to his lips, he tried to swallow them back. He couldn't say it, so he said it all. This kid was getting more and more proud - he had already run to the priest. He tried to be polite.
Face:
"From today on, you will stay in the School of Plasticity! Read books in Tali'an! Except for going to the training class, don't run around for me! If you have any papers, please hand them over directly to me. Don't throw them away by yourself.
Go to the tower!"
What? I have a new wife? Gretl was stunned on the flying carpet.
"Energy Shaping School?... Is it really the Energetic School?" he asked in a trembling tone. Seeing Carlisle nodding in affirmation, Grete raised his hands and couldn't help but jump:
"yeah!"
My force field! My high temperature and high pressure! My electricity! My electrocardiogram! There is finally hope for formaldehyde, ether, and propylene! The low-temperature separation of oxygen has also seen the light of day! With luck, maybe we can get nuclear magnetic resonance!
"Sit down! - Be careful of falling!" Master Carlisle lowered the flying carpet in an emergency.
Gretel was so excited that if he wasn't on the flying carpet, he would have jumped up and spun around eighteen times. Master Carlisle saw that he was so happy that he was about to fall off the flying carpet, and he pointed his hand to protect the flying carpet.
A small crack opened in the windproof field, and a fierce cold wind blew in, choking Grete on the spot:
"Cough-cough cough cough cough..."
He lay on the edge of the flying carpet, grabbing the fluff on the carpet, coughing until tears burst out. After a while, the excitement gradually subsided, and then he remembered another thing:
"You can't lock me up! I want to make money! I want to see patients! - If you don't let me treat people, I won't have money for experiments!"
"What experiment do you want to do?" Master Carlisle stroked his forehead. Gretel said confidently:
"As for the follow-up experiments of that phlogiston paper! I already said, 'All substances that cannot be decomposed by any method are considered elements for us.' I have to prove it in the follow-up!"
"Write down your thesis, conjectures, and experimental designs!" Master Carlisle didn't even think about it. "As long as you write it reasonably, Thunder Point has plenty of funding. You can apply for any project you want! You don't have to think of ways to make money on your own!"
How many experiments can a mere second-level mage design? He just pulled out some funds and manpower from the projects of his disciples and grandchildren, which is enough for this kid to build!
"That's what you said!"
Gretel went into seclusion for ten days at a stretch. Ten days later, Master Carlisle took a paper and experimental design that was a foot thick and wanted to turn back time and erase his words.
——Only Grete himself knows that he combines junior high school chemistry, high school chemistry, all relevant knowledge points suitable for demonstrating the existence of elements, and experimental plans for determining the elemental density of the top 20 elements in the periodic table and the 20 elements in the metal list.
, and threw them all out.
There are also chemical instrument operation methods, gas weight and volume measurement methods, temperature measurement methods, titration analysis methods...
I've wanted to do this for a long time!
Emma, it’s so painful to live in water, fire, and wind all day long. I want to test blood potassium, blood sodium, blood oxygen, and so on. I have to establish the concept of chemical elements first!
There is an opportunity to work as a coolie for the Magic Council. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so hurry up and seize it!