Chapter 387: Little Grete, how did you abduct your elf?
Cleansing the lungs of the dwarf prince was a major political and diplomatic matter. Gretel did not want to make any decisions on his own, so he immediately submitted the matter to the great mages of the trade group for discussion.
"So...how sure are you?"
"This... people are different as individuals. Even if there is only a 1% chance of failure, if it falls on someone, it is 100%..."
"You can't say anything right!"
Archmage Serrano was depressed. Gretel lowered his head and said nothing. He also wanted to say that if he did it himself, he would be more than 70% sure; with a high-level priest watching from the side, he should be more than 85% sure...
However, when the words came to my mouth, I still went in a circle and went back to the old path of my previous life. The special template for pre-operative explanation was smooth and watertight, detailing the surgical risks and postoperative complications, and absolutely did not give any clear results.
All kinds of habits are deeply rooted in the bone marrow.
Moreover, there is no CT here, no preoperative blood test, no series of rescue equipment and rescue drugs, and the ventilator is all hand-cranked...
Safety drops by 10%, drops by 10%, drops by 10% again...
Gretel refused to say anything, and Archmage Serrano could not force him, including not throwing a [Charming Human] to induce him. He thought for a moment and began to ask in detail one by one:
"How likely is it that the prince will lose the battle if he doesn't receive treatment?"
"Does that candidate from the Black Rock Tribe believe in the Lord of Glory?"
"What is the percentage of their tribe being infiltrated?"
Grete can still provide some peripheral information for the first question, but he cannot answer the latter two. At best, he can only provide a little peripheral information:
"Cerela said that everyone in the King Selection Team has something she hates about them——"
"Oh~~~~"
There was a lot of coughing in the conference room. The magicians were smiling and their eyes were flying. Even Archmage Serrano stopped discussing the topic and leaned forward with interest, leaning on the table with his elbows:
"Little Gretel, you are quite capable! You went out for a while and you kidnapped an elf! Tell me, how did you meet? How old is she? How far has she developed?"
"This -" Grete hesitated for a moment, but everyone in the conference room was already urging them:
"Tell me, tell me! Tell me!"
"Only after you tell us can we help you with ideas!"
"Little Grete, have you ever pursued a lady before? No? Only if you haven't, then we need our experience! Elves are very rare, and it's rare to meet one, so you must catch it!"
Big news!
Big news!
Someone actually hooked up with an elf! Since the elf traveled across the ocean thousands of years ago and disappeared on the other side of the turquoise sea, the probability of an elf appearing on the continent has been as rare as once in a hundred or two hundred years!
Of course, there will also be elves who hide incognito, change their appearance, and come to walk on the mainland, but if they are not discovered by others, who knows?
It's better to catch up than to catch up - in fact, the marriage of magicians has always been a big problem. As for the magicians in the conference room, headed by Archmage Serrano, at least half of them are old bachelors, and the advice they give is also
It may not be of much use—but it’s fun, so you must see it!
Everyone's eyes were bright and they kept urging. Gretel couldn't stop him, so he could only dip his hands in the tea in the cup and start writing on the table. Master Harry sat next to him and looked over:
"Oh, I can't say anything, but I still have to write it on the table - uh -"
He suddenly froze. In the conference room, the laughter and voices of the magicians suddenly returned to zero as if a [Quick Freeze] had been thrown at them.
On the long table, there is a line of writing that is neat and straight, with no traces of water yet drying on it.
Silver Dragon.
"Well……"
"Well……"
Coughs kept coming. If the elf girl can still be the target of ridicule, then the silver dragon - just kidding, a silver dragon, even a young silver dragon, can transform into its original form and come in, which is enough for everyone in the conference room to drink!
And there are dragons in the north of the Kuromon Peninsula. Although it is said that it is still 700 to 800 kilometers away, for the dragon clan, it is only a day's flight. In other words, even if you can really defeat her, it will be of no use.
There is someone behind, no, there is a dragon backing...
What, you said that just talking behind the back won't offend the dragon? You think too much, why would the dragon reason with humans?
"Ahem, let's continue discussing treatment..."
Everyone kept talking to each other and continued to collect intelligence. Gretel also provided some key information. For example, on the way down the mountain, the King Select team met six other teams one after another:
Some - such as those from the Black Rock Tribe - were met on the way, and they estimated that they would be able to return in four or five days before they had time to repair themselves; some were met after coming down the mountain, and they would be able to return in time if they caught up.
, and lose the qualification to take action in the final battle.
However, apart from Prince Rosega's team, the only ones who have built full-body armor and weapons are the Black Rock Tribe, who have made sufficient progress in mining with the help of the Diggers.
"If nothing else happens, the final battle will be between Prince Rosega and Kai..." Archmage Serrano wrapped his beard around his fingertips, twisting and untwisting, getting entangled.
After a while, the order was finally issued:
"Harry, ask a familiar dwarf to find out how many people in the Black Rock Tribe believe in the Lord of Radiance."
"I try my best."
"Ximond, go check on Prince Rosega and see if there is any other safer way besides washing his lungs."
"Okay, I'll go after the meeting."
"Gretel...um..."
The eyes of the entire conference room were focused. Archmage Serrano struggled for a moment:
"You just said that Ms. Cerela once mentioned that everyone in the King Selection Team has something she hates?"
"Yes. Based on the scene at that time, as well as the causes and consequences, I estimate that what she was talking about is what it means to believe in the Lord of Glory."
"That's easy." Archmage Serrano frowned:
"Accompany her, find a dwarf to lead the way, and quietly go around the place where the Black Rock tribe lives. Take a look at how many people there have the smell that she hates -"
Although this plan was suspected of using the Silver Dragon Girl as a drug-detecting dog, Grete couldn't think of anything better for the moment. He bit the bullet and fooled the person out, followed his words, and got a shocking result:
"I don't want to hang out here anymore!" Cerela wrinkled her nose and dragged him out:
"Half the people have a disgusting smell! If they don't leave, I'm going to tear them down! I really want to tear down the house!"
"Okay, okay, let's go right away." Grete agreed: "What do you want to see?"
"I want to see you water the rabbit!"
"..." Girl, please hold back your dragon power. I'm afraid you'll scare the rabbit to death before I finish drinking it...
Although I don’t know what the criteria are for triggering her disgust. For example, does it need to be a light believer or a devout believer? I don’t know if the Holy See has brought all the believers here. However, as far as the current sampling ratio is concerned, it has been decided.
We couldn’t just take it lightly. After gathering all the information, Archmage Serrano made a decision:
"Do it! Grete, just go ahead and do it, the council will support you! Even if you fail, no one will trouble you!"
With sincerity on one side and motivation on the other, the operation soon entered the preparation stage. Gretel put his hands behind his back and walked around Prince Rothega:
"By the way, what level of warrior are you?"
"Level 8." Rothega smiled honestly. "I have been stuck for more than ten years and have never been able to rise to level 9. It's a pity..."
Grete glanced at Bernard silently. Look, he is at level eight, and you are only at level seven - it has been more than two years. When can you advance?
Bernard scratched his head: "Boss, I feel like I'm almost done..."
Grete shrugged: An eighth-level warrior, the [Endless Ink Pen] in his hand is not enough, and the magic aura cannot illuminate the lungs at all. It doesn’t matter if CT cannot be done, and a plain chest X-ray is not enough.
If you don’t take a picture, you will definitely not be able to do the surgery!
"Um... do you have any equipment above level 13 that I can borrow here? No matter what type, as long as the level is enough! Use it to take photos during surgery!"
"this……"
Prince Rosega is in a dilemma. The dwarf kingdom has a few pieces of equipment above level 13, either too much or too little - but none of them are under his control.
Some are treasury artifacts in the treasury, and some are in the hands of the master craftsman. Although he is the son of the king, he has no privileges and cannot use them whenever he wants. Go and borrow them now. The battle to choose the king is coming soon, so you still have to try your best to keep it safe.
just--
"How many? Level 13?" Cerela poked her head:
"As long as level 13 is enough, right? Then just take the photo! Feel free to take the photo boldly!"
She flipped up her hair casually. On her forehead, the drop-shaped silver-blue gemstone shone brightly, making her eyes dazzling. Grete tentatively cast a [Detection Magic], and immediately screamed and covered his eyes.
:
So bright!
So bright!
too bright!
He was so unprepared that he put a flash bomb right next to his face! Do you have any sunglasses or something to cover it up? Hey——
A series of eye diseases flashed through my mind. Help, there is something wrong here, and there is no other treatment except treatment!
It took Gretel a while to calm down. The bright light seen in the vision of meditation does not rely on the retina. Of course, this kind of bright light does not irritate the eyes. And, girl, you are really rich, what is this magic weapon of yours?
Level!
Grete completed the pre-operative examination under the brilliance of the rich man. It was not easy, mainly because Cerela stood beside him and kept asking questions:
"What's this?"
"rib cage."
"what about this?"
"spine."
"Why is this one moving?"
"Because this is the heart."
"Why is this so spotted?"
"Congratulations on seeing the shadows on his lungs... This is where the lung disease is. We wash the lungs and treat it..."
Prince Rosega stood frozen on the spot, shivering.
"Can you please hurry up... I don't panic when I see others cleaning their lungs, but when I hear you pointing fingers at me, I get really scared and panicked!"
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