It wasn't because he had to stay for another month. There were ways to overcome it with food and accommodation. The main thing was that the dwarf kingdom's method of choosing a king completely shocked him. He quietly asked Wizard Harry:
“Do we really want to start with mining? What should I do if I don’t know?”
Mining, mineral processing, smelting, casting, taming mounts, survival in the wild, combat...these skill trees are so different! Are you sure one person can use so many skills? And, why should a king need these skills?
In the whole process, it seems that only the skill of leading a team - or a small team of seven - has something to do with ruling a kingdom! Is the king selected in this way really reliable? Are you sure there will be no problems?
Also, is it really okay for us, the Magic Council, to maintain friendly relations with the dwarf kingdom that chooses its king in this way?
"How could it not be!" Master Harry rolled his eyes at him:
"Every dwarf has to learn mining and smelting from an early age, and the prince is no exception! Only the best miners can learn to forge iron, and only those who can forge their own weapons can become warriors! ...Can't you learn? 40 years old
Once you start learning, what can you not learn until you reach adulthood at the age of 80?"
Okay...Okay...
There is a difference between long-lived and short-lived species. You have a long lifespan and you are willful, okay?
Gretel calmed down in silence. Then he changed his mind and thought about it. This method of selecting a king can at least ensure that a down-to-earth ruler is selected. From the people, to the people, is it actually quite good?
Moreover, every nation has its own characteristics, so we should not interfere with each other. Just like the queen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, if she wanted to be canonized, she had to cast a gold figure herself. This is also... just be happy with it...
He lowered his head and calmly picked up the rice. After the banquet, the old king indeed summoned the trade group. He smiled and expressed condolences, saying that everyone had worked really hard. Then, the conversation changed——
"However, such an important agreement should not be decided by my old man. Can you please wait another month for the new king to be elected and let him talk to you?"
Gretel: "..." I knew it.
He returned to the trade group station and plunged into research again. After rescuing the orc earlier, Gretel and the old orc priest exchanged their blood magic and gained a lot of inspiration. These days, there is a lot of talk about blood oxygen monitoring magic.
The research is getting better and better.
The success rate of his whole lung lavage experiments on rabbits, goats, elk, wild boars, and various other animals has exceeded 90%! It is just one critical point away from being completed! As long as it is completed, clinical trials can be conducted!
If we leave immediately, where will we find so many patients?
Gretel calmly treated the dwarves during the day - accumulating cases and physiological data, building relationships, and developing reserve patients - and at night, he used the rewards sent by the patients to do animal experiments. After the experiments and dissections were completed, he sent them to the kitchen.
On the second day, the entire trade group had a meal.
Beautiful.
If there were no accidents, he would not be tired of living like this for another month.
Unfortunately, the accident came too quickly, like a tornado. On the third night, the night when the King Selection Group was about to set off, a sudden knock on the door broke the tranquility of the trade group.
In the trade group, several high-level mages hurried over. In about an hour, everyone left and returned, and then Archmage Serrano knocked on Grete's door in person.
"What's the matter?" Gretel's hand trembled. As he was distracted, the vines on his fingertips retracted. Grete screamed and rushed towards the console:
My deer!
My deer!
Half of the lungs have just been filled with water! Pulling out this vine is equivalent to extubating the ventilator, and the blood oxygen drops!
He casually fired a shot of [Distinguish Bloodline·Change], and as expected, the feedback results were horrific. Gretel was in a hurry, patting his back, using negative pressure drainage, and using [Powerful Mage's Hand] to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation and rescue.
After a long time, the deer was finally rescued.
Throw out [Distinguish Bloodline·Change] again. A bright red light rises, full and pure, indicating that the blood oxygen saturation has returned to full.
A group of mages rushed into the room and saw this chaotic scene. Everyone looked at each other, no one said anything, and waited patiently for him to finish his work. Gretel just breathed a sigh of relief when the dwarf Gavin, who was brought in by the mages,
He immediately pounced on:
"Grete, you must help! It's all up to you!"
"What's wrong?" Grete's heart was frightened. He grabbed Gavin with his backhand and said, "Is Master Tarbot bad? - Take me there immediately!"
"No...no." Gavin shook his head vigorously:
"It's not Grandpa, it's Brother Giese... No, it's Brother Rothega! You must help Brother Rothega!"
Gretel Yilin. Rotherga, he just heard this name a few days ago, and because of its special name, he was quite impressed - the third son of the dwarf king, and the number one candidate to participate in the king selection competition this time. He
He suddenly looked at Archmage Serrano. The Archmage twirled his beard and nodded slightly:
"That's right, it's the prince's partner in the competition, Pastor Giese. This afternoon, he went to the furnace for forging work and prayed for God's grace. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred during the forging process. A pot of molten steel overturned..."
"Is it important? Do you need my help?"
Gretel stood up immediately. Archmage Serrano waved his hand:
"The person is fine. Although he was rescued, the burn area was too large and the wear and tear was severe. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this King Selection Competition."
Oh, it’s good to be rescued. Although it’s a bit boring to go to work in the furnace before setting off, but that’s what the dwarves seem to be like? Mining and casting are their ways to get closer to God. Daily
What does prayer mean to create?
Gretel cursed and felt relieved. He looked at Archmage Serrano without saying a word, waiting for him to continue. The person was rescued, so what?
You come to me late at night, you don't know. Do you want me to join the king selection team?
"Gretel, you must help Brother Rotherga!" Gavin repeated anxiously:
"We can only rely on you!"
...Yeah, it's true.
But, why me? In the huge dwarf royal city, the huge Fire Hammer tribe, the fourth-level priest can't find anyone else? Why should I, an outsider, be found, and Archmage Serrano also agreed?
Grete looked at the Archmage. Without waiting for him to ask, Archmage Serrano spoke with a deep understanding, with a heavy face:
"We inspected the founding site of Priest Gith and found... traces of man-made manipulation. Moreover, the mana residue at the site is highly similar to the holy power of the Lord of Radiance."
"Then..." Go and beat them up? Gretel swallowed the words before he spoke. Sure enough, Archmage Serrano shook his head:
"The traces are too shallow and can only be identified using magic. Moreover, the election of the king is imminent, so it is not appropriate to cause another incident. As for the other priests..."
The corners of his mouth turned down:
"Today during the day, the young priests of the Firehammer tribe held a banquet to honor Pastor Gith. As a result, bad wine was used at the banquet, and most of the priests were knocked down."
Fine.
Methanol poisoning.
Delirium, confusion, coma, pain in both eyes, decreased vision, blindness...
Grete can recite a long list without reviewing textbooks. The brewing technology in this world is at the level of a family workshop. The fermentation is a little inappropriate, and the methanol exceeds the standard every minute. Let me show you!
Gretel clearly remembered that in his previous life, many medical Vs had repeatedly popularized science, telling everyone not to drink wine from workshops...not to drink home-brew wine...not to drink loose wine...
What's more, dwarves are famous for their love of drinking! They drink it every day, every month, every year. They will drink it when there is a celebration. If there is no celebration, they will find reasons to drink... When they drink until they are in a daze, the methanol content in a barrel is too high.
The wine was served, and no one could tell the difference.
"So this is what they did too?"
He lowered his voice and asked. Archmage Serrano shook his head solemnly:
"The evidence is insufficient, so it's hard to say yet. However, one of the outstanding young priests of the Fire Hammer Tribe was basically knocked down, and another..."
Furthermore, two consecutive accidents showed heavy traces of human intervention. In Archmage Serrano's view, even to balance the intervention of the Holy See, the magicians must take action.
"Grete, you must help with this!" Gavin anxiously grabbed Grete's right hand and pulled hard, almost knocking him over:
"You are a fourth-level priest, and you are also a fourth-level magician. You are much better than a simple priest! And now we are short of time. We can't find anyone anymore. It's not like looking for other tribes..."
"——But I am human!"
Gretel said blankly. Can humans also participate in the dwarves' king-selection battle? Will they not be disqualified?
"It's okay, we don't care about this." Gavin waved his hand carelessly:
"The Ironbone Tribe often brings barbarians into the field. The Wildhammer Tribe - the tribe living in the far east. Every time there are orcs in the king selection team, no one says anything. Anyway, from mining to blacksmithing, the candidates
Everyone has to do it themselves, and everyone will see how well they do the work and whether they are lazy. If you don't do it well, you won't be able to convince the public!"
Mining? Blacksmithing? Gretel's eyes darkened:
"I don't know how to mine! I don't know how to blacksmith!" I don't know how to tame a goat! When we set out, Archmage Carlisle warned me not to climb mountains or anything like that!
Is it just a delay for an industrious mage like me to join the team?
"The caster just needs to do the job of the caster." Archmage Serrano waved his hand:
"I have talked with them, and they all agree. You do a good job in treatment, and if you have the chance, help them with magic. That is enough. Don't worry, you don't have to mine or swing a hammer!"
Of course, the price is that Bernard has to dig a mine for two people and swing a hammer for two people... Archmage Serrano has reached an agreement with the dwarves on this point. Of course, Bernard can also help tame Gretel.
The goat accompanies Grete to climb the mountain and protects him.
What?
Is there a dragon on the top of the mountain?
The dragon is in the northern section of the Black Gate Mountains, which is still 700 to 800 kilometers away from Wang Ting. You don’t have to worry about encountering it just by climbing the mountain...
"I just got the news." With a creak, the wooden door of the room was pushed open, and Master Ximond stepped in with a serious face:
"The candidate of the Black Rock Tribe has added a priest of the Lord of Glory to his king selection team."
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