Chapter 246: Sell this corpse to me for dissection?
“The judging panel was so difficult to deal with.”
After another hour of bickering, both sides walked out of the conference room. Grete touched the back of his neck, his palms were wet, and he was obviously sweating profusely.
Of course, such intense negotiations - or quarrels - are still very fruitful. He got a laboratory, no, a mage tower!
The Magic Council funded and helped him rebuild the P4 laboratory in accordance with his requirements! The drawings Gretel produced this time are for a four-story laboratory including a sewage treatment layer, an operation layer, a pipeline layer and an air filtration layer!
Moreover, since it has been determined that it will be built to 4 levels, and it will also come with magic defense and magic control, the review will simply decide to build him a mage tower. As for the construction of the energy pool of the mage tower itself outside the laboratory, and the tower spiritual point.
If you owe the cost first, you can use the mage tower as a mortgage and pay it in installments...
And the Magic Council is not without gains. Within half a year, Gretel is obliged to explain the documents he delivered, teach, guide the personnel sent by the Magic Council, and conduct training and assessment for them. Of course, the number of students sent by the Council shall not be more than 30...
…
If the parliament establishes a second P4 laboratory, Grete has the obligation and authority to conduct inspection and acceptance. If the inspection fails, the laboratory will not be allowed to operate.
The remuneration for the above work is included in the construction cost of the laboratory, no, the magic tower, and will not be paid separately.
Ah... selling an aircraft carrier for 1 billion US dollars, subsequent transformation, maintenance, personnel training, and weapons equipment, totaling 6 billion US dollars, the wisdom of the fighting nation in the previous life is still useful... Grete crossed his arms happily and hummed softly.
Started singing.
Well, next, let’s wait for them to release the drawings of the mage tower!
"This little guy is really difficult to deal with."
The two great magicians from the School of Protection and the School of Transformation smiled bitterly at each other. After the round of negotiations just now, they had a hard time, and they were also wet and sweating profusely.
Gretel refused to give in, and even dared to slam the table in front of a group of great magicians like them, throwing out unclear and harsh words one after another. However, it sounded very reasonable, and the consequences were terrible and shocking...
"Don't say that. The rabbit will bite people when it's anxious!"
The person from the prophecy department shook his head with a smile, his eyes soft. The black-robed mage then frowned:
"Isn't it bad for us to do this? Logically speaking...he should be rewarded for the Glory City incident, but all of them are withheld like this?"
"Are you stupid?" Old Sam suddenly turned his head and glared at him. His eyes were sharp, and from the depths of his pupils, lightning and sparks were almost erupting:
"Little Grete is a healer! Healer!!! Which healer can still be happy when he hears that hundreds of thousands of people died from the plague he created? How anxious and busy was he when the plague was leaked a few days ago?
Didn't you see what he was like? You are not trying to reward him, you are trying to kill him!
Do you think he is your necromancer? - Let me put this here, even if he makes these plague seeds, it is not to harm people, it must be to save people!"
Gretel, who was "in order to save people," had just left the Tower of Babel and was respectfully invited to the mage tower next to him. Led by Master Lin En's mentor, Master Edgar, who had dealt with him before, a group of dead people
The spirit mage accompanied him inside:
"Little Gretel, what should we do with the spy who escaped from your laboratory?"
"Mr. Nordmark, the Prophecy School has already dealt with the spy, and we have taken out everything we should. What should we do next?"
"Can I be directly summoned as a skeleton soldier?"
"Or become a zombie?"
The auxiliary tower in Black Crow Swamp is made into a pyramid shape, covering an area wider than other towers, and the bottom is also particularly deep - the top is a straight pyramid, and the bottom is an inverted pyramid. Gretel was surrounded by the crowd, walking along the diagonal
The corridor goes all the way deep, giving you the feeling of being buried in a tomb.
Walking into the hinterland of the pyramid, taking the elevator down for more than ten floors, we entered the tomb - or, in other words, entered the special layer where corpses are preserved. The temperature on the entire floor was extremely low. Grete shuddered and immediately handed over to the person next to him.
Come up with a badge:
"Positive energy amulet. Every grid here is soaked with negative energy. You can't stop it with [cold and heat resistance] alone. You have to use this."
The badge in his hand was a golden circle shaped like a sun. Grete strongly suspected that he had snatched it from the Church of Glory. He pinned the badge on as he was told, and immediately felt warm all over and breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily. Although at the same time,
, the necromancers next to them all took two steps away...
Gretel followed the necromancers deep into the tomb. The tomb looked clean, and there was nothing special except that the walls were not made of bricks and stones, but were made of dried thigh bones and skulls. Lead the way.
The necromancer looked at him frequently, but Grete kept his expression unchanged and walked forward in stride.
The spy who committed suicide was sealed in a giant piece of ice. Inside the ice, there was a slight gap in the part that was in contact with the body. I guess it was definitely not a lie when the Necronomicon faction said "it has taken out what needs to be taken out". Gretel circled the body.
After looking around and around again, I finally let out a long breath:
"Have you ever opened this ice coffin?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
Master Edgar hurriedly assured. Behind him, two black-robed mages shook their heads frequently, almost shaking their heads. Further back, two skeletons clicked, and they really shook their heads off...
Grete was relieved. God knows how many deadly bacteria were on this body. It was better if the ice coffin was sealed, but it would have been fatal if it was not sealed. He pondered for a moment:
"It's okay to make a skeleton soldier, but it's best not to use zombies... After all, there are too many pathogenic bacteria in the skin and muscles, which are easy to spread. The skeleton soldiers can also be soaked with disinfectant water. But..."
He looked at Master Edgar expectantly:
"Can you sell this body to me? I have cash! 100, no, 200 contribution points!"
Edgar: "..."
He heard about what happened at the review meeting! Gretel started haggling, which is called being fussy, which is called refusing to give in an inch! But now, 200 contribution points were spent casually without blinking an eye!
You know, 200 contribution points is almost the annual income of a level 2 mage!
"The body of a level 7 thief, the official price is 500 contribution points." He answered flatly. Gretel said without even thinking about it: "Deal!"
Corpse!
It’s been a while since I’ve done an anatomy!
And it was a corpse infected with multiple infectious diseases!
What’s wrong with 500 contribution points? It’s not like we can’t afford it!
Doctor Edgar originally wanted to say, "We'll waive the bill if you give two lectures," but now he was too embarrassed to mention it. He moved out of the way, motioned to the two skeletons to move forward to move the ice coffin, and asked Gretel
:
"Are we doing the dissection here?"
"Absolutely not! - This needs to be dissected in my laboratory! Otherwise the plague will be leaked and it will be over!"
"Okay, I'll help you transport it there. Can you watch the autopsy?"
"sure!"
Then, Gretel made the first cut with full confidence in front of the dissecting table in the laboratory.
...can't move.
(I’m so tired. Let’s update the two thousand in the morning...)