It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 249: Where is Little Grete going to blow up? (Night Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Additional Update 8)
Chapter 249: Where is Little Grete going to blow up? (Night Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Additional Update 8)
"Little Grete? Abducted?"
The Lord of Thunder paused with his fingertips. In the porcelain cup in front of him, a wisp of white foamed milk rose up from the side and deftly poured into the coffee cup. Being interrupted by this, the perfect swan wings pattern in the cup was crooked. Swan
An extra tail immediately appeared on the outer edge of the wings.
On the left hand side of the legendary mage, a silver-white quill was busy writing on its own. As the pattern failed to be drawn, the quill stopped moving, made a snap sound, and lay down like a normal pen.
On paper.
"Please tell me the matter in detail." The legendary mage took a sip of coffee and said slowly. Master Carlisle did not dare to neglect and immediately reported everything to the teacher. The Lord of Thunder listened quietly and sneered.
:
"it's useless."
"Old...teacher?"
"He wants to enter the Black Crow Swamp and has already done so. He has been delaying it for a year and still refuses to enter. It means that the Necromancy School is not interesting enough to attract him. As for playing with corpses occasionally, it is not considered a quirk for a healer to play with corpses. No need.
Leave him alone."
Master Carlisle lowered his head. The Lord of Thunder ignored him and poured the failed latte art coffee into the sink. He waved his fingertips, and everything on the table started to move on its own. The coffee beans began to grind by themselves, and the milk boiled by itself.
It rises, falls into the foam cup, and then starts to be blown away...
In the coffee cup, the white swan finally spread its wings. The Lord of Thunder showed a satisfied look, slowly took a sip and nodded:
"Yeah, but we can't take it too seriously, as if we don't care about him at all. In this way, I think the little guy is really going to take the path of a healer. The two advancements are breakthroughs in treatment -
When he has had enough fun, you urge him to finish the Mithril quest quickly, and then find a healing one for him to toss around. Firstly, you can distract him, and secondly, if you see what he still lacks, just fill it in.
Just put it into the reward of the Mithril mission."
So, when Gretel came back from the joy of dissecting corpses and planned to return to the normal rhythm, he received the urging with a confused look on his face:
Is the mithril smelting project still completed?
"Ah...it's still early, right?"
Gretel looked at the lead cloud outside the window.
As soon as winter comes, the city of Nevis is shrouded in winter rain. It rains eight out of ten days. It is a rare day when it doesn't rain. It was also gloomy that day, and I had a look on my face that said, "I'll show you the rain right away."
For Gretel, who is a homebody, bad weather means she doesn't want to go out.
"It's getting late!"
Aurora Walton, who was ordered to deliver the news, looked depressed.
His boss is really generous when he is generous, but he is also really lazy when he is lazy. He has obviously achieved results, but he insists on delaying the completion of the project for a month. What is the purpose?
You will get paid after completing the question!
"Boss, my senior brother has finished writing the part about electric current smelting; I have also finished writing the part about using fire gas to smelt semi-finished products. I even went to the mine a few days ago. The current monthly output is for you, boss, to take over.
10 times as much as before the subject..."
The boss just let him go at the beginning. Poor him, a magician of the evocation system, he just squatted in the mine for half a month, collecting materials, making records, and being drunk by dwarves. How easy is it for him!
With such resentment, Aurora brought a thick stack of papers and placed them in front of Gretel with a thud:
"Boss, if you read it over and see that there is nothing you want to change, let's just hand it over and apply for finalization?"
Grete flipped through the lines at a glance - table of contents, abstract, conclusion. Then, he put the paper together casually:
"There's just one last part to go."
"Not even close?!"
"That's definitely not enough! - Well, tomorrow you accompany me to the forging area, and I'll see if the dwarves have come to their senses?"
The dwarves had indeed come to their senses. Gretel wore a bunch of magic defenses - not for fear of danger, but mainly to keep out the rain - and came to the entrance of the forging area. After asking, he saw Master Talbot's face.
Eyes lit up.
Next to him, the braided dwarf guarding the entrance to the Mithril District wanted to rush forward and hug Gretel's thigh:
"Yes! Now the output can no longer increase! We are severely short of ore, and all the spare hands are used to mine, but there is still not enough!"
Lack of ore, right?
Mining efficiency is not high enough, right?
Gretel smiled confidently.
Returning to the city of Nevis, Gretel immediately rolled up a bunch of things and rushed to the top of the mountain. The things he was going to make next were quite dangerous, mainly because they were easy to explode. He was reluctant to blow up his own laboratory, so of course, he went to
It's someone else's.
Anyway, there are so many laboratories in the Evocation Mage Tower, and he can use them whenever he wants. It is said that renting a laboratory also costs money, but Aurora has taken care of it for him, and Gretel has not brushed his contribution points so far.
…
He happily occupied a laboratory, hung a "occupied" sign, and closed the door and locked it. The news soon spread to the Tower of Babel. Master Decartes shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands to his disciple:
"Look, isn't this coming?"
Grete, who surrendered himself to the trap, did not know that someone was talking about him in the Tower of Babel. He put all the magic defense on his body, filled a large tank with half water, and called Aurora:
"Auro, freeze ray!"
Aurora Walton: "...so I'm just an ice tool guy?"
Complaints are complaints, but you still have to listen to what your boss says. With a stiff face, Aurora Wharton threw freezing rays into the sink until it was filled with tiny ice cubes. Then, he watched Gretel throw it into the sink.
A test tube was inserted into the sink, and sulfuric acid, nitric acid, and glycerin were dropped into the test tube...
Nothing was accomplished.
"Oh, maybe the sulfuric acid and nitric acid are not strong enough? Try again after purification..."
"Again……"
"Again……"
BOOM!
"Well, the reaction speed is too fast, slow down a little this time..."
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Aurora Wharton went from nervous to relaxed, from relaxed to numb. Later, in addition to lying next to him and regularly replenishing Gretel's defensive spells, he could only numbly record the experimental process:
"One milliliter of concentrated sulfuric acid, one milliliter of concentrated nitric acid, mix thoroughly, cool to 0 degrees in the ice-water mixture... slowly add dehydrated glycerin... it exploded... Hey, it didn't explode this time?"
Aurora stretched out her head curiously, looked at the clear light yellow liquid in the test tube, and threw an identification technique. The feedback came instantly. This time, the test tube did not explode, Aurora did:
"Boss, why are you messing with kerosene? This thing has to be sold! Do you have to work on it yourself for a long time?!"
"Ah? Someone made it?"
"That's right! This thing is super useless! It's not easy to light, so just leave it alone and I don't know when it will explode for you again! The alchemy workshop has made a lot of them and no one wants them——
But after all, it’s been made. If you want it, boss, just order it!”
Gretel: "..."
Just, embarrassing.
I want to try out all these alchemy products when I have time. Who knows what random names they gave them after they made them?
However, it is safer to make this thing by yourself. After all, it can be taken orally as medicine. If the thing you buy has too many impurities, when you take it under the tongue, you can add some sulfuric acid or nitric acid...
Thinking about the consequences makes me shudder.
Gretel happily prepared a small test tube, and began to wash cotton, boil cotton, and soak cotton with nitric acid. After a round of BOOM, BOOM, and BOOM, Gretel looked at the results in the small box in front of him and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
Eye:
"Auro?"
"Hey, boss!"
"Is there a place here to test spells? Well, preferably, it's free..."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Aurora jumped up and froze in the middle of the jump: "No money? Boss, there is no protection in places where there is no money. We are not without money now, so don't save these few bucks, right?"
What a joke! The boss's Dragon Breath Hand uses a first-level spell to produce a fourth-level power. This time he wants to try a new idea, just in case he gets another high-level one and it explodes by mistake...
The teacher can skin him alive!
Aurora tried her best to persuade and drag her boss to the fifth floor of the Evocation Tower. This floor was specially reinforced with spells and was reserved for mid-level magicians - that is, magicians of levels 5 to 9 - to experiment and
Practice magic. The first floor is divided into ten large and small rooms and a hall, with different prices and facilities to meet the different needs of magicians.
The hall is divided into ten target lanes. After raising the defensive wall, they can prevent each other from interfering with each other. The asking price is not high, each lane only costs 10 contribution points per hour. The disadvantage is that if you do something, others will inevitably see it.
…
Because Grete wanted to save money and had no requirements for confidentiality, Aurora took him to the lobby. At this time, there were people in all nine lanes. Aurora dragged Grete and ran over, just in time to reach the last target lane.
"Boss, boss, here! Hurry up!"
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Someone yelled from behind. Aurora had already pressed the badge to confirm the right to use the target lane. The person hurriedly hurried, but was still a step too late, and couldn't help but stamp his feet:
"Hey, why are you snatching it so fast - you can't do it!"
He turned around and squeezed in before the barrier closed. Probably because he was rushing in too much, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, one by one shining on his bald head. He didn't wipe it in a hurry, just faced it
Aurora laments:
"I thought you were using it, but you didn't use it, so you gave it to him? What a waste! A little second-level mage,...shall I change careers with you? The teacher will take the exam tomorrow, and my new magic hasn't been used yet.
Practice well! So, I will give you 20 contribution points, and you will take him to the low-level area below?"
Grete: "..." Aren't I just too busy recently and haven't refreshed my badge? I'm already a level three mage! Level three!
He turned away and ignored that person, dragging Aurora to the end of the target lane. There were dozens of large and small stones of various hardnesses piled on the target lane to serve as targets for the magicians. Grete picked some.
He asked Aurora to drill a hole with magic, stuffed the cotton soaked in nitric acid, and stuffed a long rope into it. Then, he exited the target lane and threw a spark spell...
BOOM!
There was a muffled sound. The stone fell apart.
very good!
Trial production successful!
Gretel waved his fist happily. Next to him, the bald mage continued to stamp his feet:
"Brother, aren't you? It's such a little power, much smaller than the blazing ball. It's worth coming to the intermediate area... Hey, please give it to me. Really, I'll give you 40 contribution points! 40
!It’s already 4 times!”
This guy is so annoying... Grete and Aurora looked at each other. Aurora winked:
Otherwise, give it to him? Are you feeling better?
No! I won’t let it go! It will take me up to an hour! Hey, do you want to make a bigger noise?
Gretel thought for a moment. An inspiration arose. He carefully put on the crocodile leather gloves and held the black cotton through the gloves. Concentrating, he moved the spell model and used the cotton soaked in nitric acid as the casting material to release the magic——
Blazing Sphere!
The second-level magic of the evocation system! I just learned it after my mage level reached level three!
A rolling fireball as high as his eyebrows came out of his hand and rolled forward quickly. Gretel was overjoyed and was about to command it to rise and continue moving forward——
BOOM!
The fireball shrinks, expands, and explodes. Fiery air waves sweep across all directions!
Grete fell down reflexively! Aurora looked horrified and set up two barriers in succession without blocking them. The bald mage then threw a force field wall, which with great difficulty blocked the air wave and prevented the high-temperature gas from spraying into his face.
Go up. In a hurry, the glistening beads of sweat on his forehead were all thrown away by him:
"It's a secret! What kind of magic are you doing - the third-level fireball technique is not as strong as this!!!"