Whether Follower No. 2 and Bernard can get along with each other, Gretel doesn’t know for the time being. However, he will immediately face a problem:
How should he get along with Master Wharton?
Grand Master Carlisle had already walked away. As soon as the Grand Master left, his disciples followed him with a roar. Only Aurora Wharton and Grete were left, one facing in and the other facing out, looking at each other.
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One, two, three. Three seconds, six seconds, ten seconds. Aurora suddenly woke up from a dream, jumped up, and breathed a long sigh of relief:
"Thank you very much! If you hadn't interceded, I would have been doomed - that place in the New World is definitely not a place for human beings! I will be floating on the sea for a month, and I will still get seasick! If I were kicked away by the teacher, my father would cry to death
…By the way, bring me the badge! I’ll transfer the contribution points to you!”
"No need...?" Grete clutched his badge. Aurora rushed a step in front of him, braked suddenly, clasped her hands in a prayer gesture, and shook them up and down:
"I want what I want! When the teacher finds out that I didn't transfer it to you, he can kill me on the spot! - By the way, what should I call you? My lord? Your Excellency? Master?"
He recalled the followers of the mages around him and the various names they gave to those they followed, word by word. Gretel had already had a severe shiver:
"Don't!"
Sir, forget it, Your Excellency, you always have a particularly bad association with being a master...
He even jumped back reflexively. Aurora was suddenly stuck, stunned, and took two careful steps back:
"What's that called?...Boss?"
The boss is the boss! Grete compared the previous titles and felt that "boss" is not unacceptable. At the very least, great professors who can apply for projects and work with a group of associate professors, lecturers, PhDs and masters are all considered by the following
People call him "boss".
He currently has several projects...if the project of electrolytic smelting of mithril comes to fruition, he can also be named the corresponding author when PAPER is issued!
...By the way, he is also a follower. What did Bernard call him? Gretel searched his memory and found a sad answer: the barbarian either called his name, or said "Hey" or "Hey"...
But correcting the barbarian was obviously not enough. Gretel's thoughts drifted away for a moment, and the person in front of him had already called him "boss" one by one:
"Boss, thank you very much for saving me. Even if you didn't let me go to the New World, you saved three of my lives!"
"Boss, I have been working with you for the past five years!"
"Boss, what work do you want me to do next?"
"Boss, why am I poisoned?"
"Of course you will be poisoned if you smell chlorine..." Grete replied subconsciously. He suddenly realized:
"By the way, you can write a paper for me - how good are you at writing papers?"
"Don't worry! I'm great at writing! I've published papers in Ordinary Magician's Monthly, Philosopher's Stone, and Thunder!"
Gretel's answer was to throw him a bunch of experimental plans.
"Electrolyze saturated salt water...electrolyze water, add some caustic soda...electrolyze water, add some sulfuric acid...electrolysis..."
If these experiments are not written clearly, those mages can electrolyze everything in their hands! By then, the explosions and poisonings, except for the benefit of Black Crow Swamp, other schools will be injured and killed one by one.
ah!
"Do all these experiments for me! Determine the properties of the product! Write a paper! I have written all the precautions clearly, and it is up to you to verify! If you do it wrong, it will explode, if you do it wrong, you will be poisoned, and how to put out a fire.
Write clearly!"
"Yes, boss!"
"You don't need to transfer your contribution points to me. Use them to buy experimental materials and apply for experimental equipment!"
"Okay, boss!"
"You must not do any experiments you are not asked to do! For example, electrolysis of caustic soda..."
Aurora Wharton's eyes lit up. Her lake-like blue eyes shone brightly, and her snow-white cheeks also showed a faint pink color. It looked like the brain was whirring in the skull cavity, and the fan could not keep up with the cooling.
Go up, bringing the body temperature up one degree. Gretel quickly waved his hand:
"Forget it, come with me, don't do experiments today! Go back and have a good rest, I will do it with you tomorrow!"
Emma, you really need to watch this! Electrolysis of saturated salt water will produce chlorine at most, and if you add lime water in time, you won't cause trouble; if caustic soda is melted and used for electrolysis - Grete has no doubt that plastic can
The flame summoned by the magician can reach the temperature of melting caustic soda...
Will produce sodium! Sodium!
Throw it into water and it will explode for you to see!
Aurora Wharton's eyes dimmed visibly. He stuffed the experimental plan back into his space bag, dejectedly, and followed Gretel out. He left the laboratory and walked out of the Tower of Babel, looking back three times. His steps became slower and slower as he walked.
It seemed like it had been pulled out of the mage tower and its roots were torn off...
Gretel couldn't help but look sideways. With such a reluctant look, you wouldn't have lived in the tower since you were a child, right?
"No? I'm from Berwick County." Facing Gretel's question, Aurora Wharton shook her head quickly:
"It's not a mage family either... My father is a viscount, and he did some small business. After making money, he sent me to learn magic. Later, he was recommended by the mage tower to come to Nevis, and later, he was accepted by the teacher! In the tower
It looks like I’ve been here for three years...learning magic? It’s been five years since I learned magic..."
After five years of study, he has stayed at the top of Igor Peak for three years. No wonder he looks carefree and has no scheming. Gretel sighed like this, completely ignoring that he was similar to him and others broke his head.
Important knowledge to grab, just throw it out...
The two chatted and boarded the small train, which clanged all the way down to Igor Peak. As soon as it touched the ground and the fishy sea breeze blew, Aurora Wharton was instantly resurrected with full health:
"By the way, how are you going to spend tonight? Do I want to go with you? The other followers are following the boss... Where is your home? Is it far from the station? - Who is this?"
"This is Bernard, my first follower, from the northern ice field. -Bernard, this is Aurora Wharton, she will follow me in the next few years, so you can get to know her."
The blond magician froze on the spot. He raised his head, then raised his head, and then raised his head again... His cervical spine creaked painfully...
"Hello...hello?"
The three people turned collectively, started walking towards Grete's house. The road became narrower as they walked, and the darkness grew darker on both sides as they walked. Aurora Wharton looked left and right while riding her horse, and after looking around for a long time, she couldn't help but ask:
"Boss, where are we going? Your house?... Is it so remote?"
"Yeah--we're here!"
Grete turned over and dismounted. In the night, the marble sign of "Grete Nordmark Biological Laboratory" reflected the lights on the wall, shining brightly...
"Bernard! Aurora! Come on, spray the laboratory with disinfectant!"
Gretel happily threw out three buckets of disinfectant. The barbarian said nothing and picked up one bucket. Gretel also opened a bucket. Aurora looked left and right, and finally understood that the remaining bucket was her task.