Gretel almost flew out with Master Wharton. Of course, one was pulled out, and the other rushed out on his own; one fell backwards with a face full of horror, and the other leaned sideways, stretched his hands forward, and tried his best to pull.
But there is always a limit to the reaction speed of human nerves. Grete rushed as hard as he could, and his outstretched fingertips were still a little short of Master Wharton...
"well……"
A sigh sounded. Then, Gretel saw Master Wharton's body being blown away, slowing down, slowing down, as if falling into a pile of cotton, leaning in the void in a weird posture. Well, if you don't consider his gender
If so, it's quite enchanting...
In the peripheral vision, the silver-haired magician, the eldest disciple of Master Carlisle, quietly retracted his fingers. The others rushed forward, laying hands on their hands, hugging their waists, and trying their best to stop their teacher:
"Teacher! Calm down! Calm down!"
With such a buffer, Gretel finally rescued the person safely. He rolled his eyelids and pressed his chest to make sure there was no fatal injury. He released the patient, turned around, and pointed at Dr. Carlisle menacingly:
"Why are you beating people? Why are you beating the patient? He was just cured!!!"
If there hadn't been an air cushion at the back! What if the person fell directly against the wall! With such speed and such impact, it would be light to break a few more bones! In case of a brain injury, spinal fracture, etc.
He had nothing at hand to treat the injury, and there was absolutely no way to treat it!
Grete leaned forward and tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, trying his best to prevent the other party from seeing that he was feeling guilty. Master Carlisle was a level 14 great magician and his savior. He disciplined his disciples and he really had no position to criticize others...
But he finally brought the patient back! He used tracheotomy, oxygen inhalation, and a bunch of treatments to save him from the brink of death! After pressing the air pump for half an hour, his hands are still shaking.
Woolen cloth!
Gretel convinced himself like this, trying hard to straighten his small body of a level 2 magician and a level 1 warrior. You can scold me, but you are not allowed to hit my patients! The patients I just cured cannot be in front of me under any circumstances.
beat!
To his surprise, Master Carlisle was not angry because of his attitude. Instead, he let out a long sigh and threw away the arms of his disciples. Then, he dusted off the mage's robe and without warning, said to Gretel
Bowed deeply.
"Master, please stop!" Gretel was so frightened that he almost jumped up. Well, if he had the attributes of a snow leopard, he might really be able to fly three feet in the air. He hurriedly tried to go up to help him, but Master Carlisle had already stood up straight.
, full of shame:
"I'm not good at teaching! Little Grete, I'm sorry for you, but you actually taught such a student, who dares to steal other people's things casually!"
"How can this be stolen..." The content of the middle school chemistry textbook. Grete's voice became lower and lower. Dr. Carlisle strode past him, raised his hand, and raised his transparent palm again, covering his little boy's face.
The disciple picked it up and stood upright:
"Tell yourself! Where did you go wrong!"
"I..." Aurora Wharton was frightened twice in a row. Now she was swaying and couldn't stand. He glanced at the teacher quickly, lowered his head, and glanced at Grete again, his expression
Instantly flushed, instantly pale:
"I, I violated the rules of the Magic Council... I did not get authorization for other people's experiments and did not exchange them legally. I cannot do it secretly..."
The Magic Council has always been extremely strict when it comes to protecting the unique achievements of magicians, or to use a modern term, intellectual property rights. In the early days of ignorance, every magician cherished his unique magic broom.
To learn secretly, you can even use legal private remedies - that is, beat the opponent to death.
Of course, whether it can be beaten to death is a matter of another dimension.
After the establishment of the Magic Council, another set of rules was established. Magicians were encouraged to publish papers and submit their own innovative magics for other magicians to pay for exchange. Of course, if there are legal exchange channels, there will still be people who want to cheat...
There is no need for the infringed magician to come forward, the Magic Council will hunt him down to the end!
And experimental design and so on... are also part of the magician's achievements, and enjoy the same protection in the Magic Council.
While Master Wharton admitted his mistake intermittently, Master Carlisle scolded and briefly explained to Gretel. After explaining, he rubbed his temples and sighed again:
"Grete, just take it for my sake and don't report it to the council. I'll compensate you for what I deserve and punish you for what I deserve - Oro, how many contribution points do you have left?"
"Still, there are still more than 1,500 points..."
"Give him a thousand and a half!" Master Carlisle gave the order without any hesitation. He turned around and explained to Gretel:
"The fine imposed by the Magic Council for this kind of behavior is usually ten times the normal exchange price. I can't estimate the value of your experiment, I just know it's definitely not low, but this guy only has 1,500... If you think it's not enough, I'll turn back.
Fill!"
"No need...?" Grete stopped him in a low voice. But Master Carlisle had already turned to his disciple:
"As for you, leave the Mage Tower right now! Take the nearest ship to the New World and stay there for three years. You are not allowed to come back until the time is up!"
"teacher……"
"Get out! Either go to the New World for three years, or, from now on, don't call me teacher!"
This order was urgent and fast, and could not be refuted. The disciples beside him were silent. Everyone looked down at their toes, and no one dared to interrupt to intercede. Aurora Wharton's face was pale, and beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead.
Finally, he bowed deeply and staggered towards the door.
"Wait!" Gretel finally reacted. He took a step across, standing between Master Wharton and the door of the room, and looked at Master Carlisle:
"Your Majesty, Master! You... I am very grateful for your intention, but there is really no need to punish you so severely. It is just an experiment, not something extraordinary..."
Moreover, it is a basic experiment in middle school textbooks. In order to secretly learn something like this, Gretel can accept a scolding and a couple of beatings, but is he directly exiled for three years?
Grete really felt that this punishment was too magical...
"This is not serious at all." Division Chief Carlisle shook his head sullenly. "It's only been three years, so he should be stationed instead of just throwing him to the front line. If the parliament directly issued a punishment, it would only be heavier than this, and he would have to stay.
Record--"
In other words, Master Carlisle directly ordered the punishment, without going through the Magic Council, and without leaving a record. After the incident was spread, the punishment was passed, and no one else could say anything. After Master Wharton came back, he could continue to work as a mage.
Study in the tower. As long as Gretel doesn't complain to the Magic Council, everything will be fine.
Not only did he abide by the rules, but he also left room for his disciples, and he also appeased the victim, so he was on good terms... provided that the victim really agreed...
"The council's punishment should also consider my opinion!" Gretel stood in the way of Master Wharton and refused to let him leave:
"I am the one who was stolen from the experiment! I am qualified to speak! Your Majesty, Master, you once saved my life, and you have also taken good care of me these days. I have always been grateful to you... Your disciple learns a lesson
It’s just a small experiment, it’s really nothing, there’s no need to do this!”
Master Carlisle choked. All the magicians in the room saw that the teacher's gloomy and angry aura softened, and his face softened:
"It's my duty to save you, so I don't need you to thank me! Punishment is also a rule, and favors cannot be used to offset it! Little Grete, if you remember my favor and don't report the matter to the council, I will be very grateful!"
"That……"
When it comes to the rules of the council, Gretel really can't beat the other party - after all, he is only a second-level mage, and the other party, a 14th-level great magician, is qualified to enter the review meeting, and there is no need to modify a few unimportant rules.
That's it. But, but, this is too much...
Gretel looked around subconsciously.
Wizard Wharton looked at him helplessly, with a face full of pleading. His bright blond hair was hanging down, and it seemed that he had become a lot lighter. Of course, Gretel was not sure whether those hair strands were faded by chlorine gas.
…
Beside Master Carlisle, the disciples stood one by one, looking at the teacher and then at Gretel, their lips opening and closing, closing and opening again. The silver-haired magician was hiding at the end of the crowd, speaking slightly.
Gretel raised his hands and made a "please" gesture.
Hmm...it seems like they all want to ask me for help...
Grete scratched his hair, trying hard to find a way to refute the assassin. He looked and looked and searched, and actually came up with an idea for him:
"What about a different punishment? It's the same three years. Instead of going to the New World, how about doing something else? For example...for example, let him work for me?"
I have always wanted a high-level tool man... The mage level is not enough, so many experiments cannot be done...
"I do!" Without waiting for Dr. Carlisle's reply, Aurora Wharton couldn't wait to shout:
"I can do anything! Write papers, do experiments, run errands, everything! No salary required! Not a penny!"
"You still want a salary?!" Master Carlisle's face turned darker again. He looked at Gretel who was blocking the door, then looked at his disciple's pale face and trembling lips. He frowned and rubbed his temples. His silver hair
The magician takes a step forward at the right moment:
"Teacher, Auro almost died today, and he has been taught enough lessons. Since Mr. Nordmark said so, let Auro follow him."
"Yes, teacher..."
"The New World is too far away..."
"The sea is also very rough. I heard that a ship sank last month..."
The disciples opened their mouths to persuade. Master Carlisle looked from left to right, then from right to left, and finally relaxed his brows and pointed to his young disciple:
"From today, three years, no, five years! Within five years, you will be Gretel's follower, and you can do whatever is asked of you!"
Master Wharton looked as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly turned around and saluted Gretel. Gretel stretched out his hand to help him, and when his eyes fell on Wharton's face, he couldn't help but be distracted for a moment:
The second follower?
Can such a clean and beautiful young mage get along with Bernard?