Chapter 530: Legendary invention, you can get it, but you can’t afford it
[Humpback Whale] After taking down the alchemy potion, it sailed in the sea for another seven days. And Gretel worked in the cabin for seven days.
The battleship is from top to bottom, from ordinary people to extraordinary people. From the captain, first mate, bishop, to all sailors, gunners, craftsmen, knights...
The shifts were divided into shifts, and everyone came to see him. Each of them contributed five milliliters of blood and went back the next day with a blood type note.
Fortunately, the sample size was not large, and no rare blood types emerged, so Gretel would not overturn.
Fortunately, he has a good reputation. If it were the mage from Black Crow Swamp, those people would rather die than agree to have their blood drawn.
Who knows if the necromancer will take the blood back and use it to curse them or make them into slaves?
After seven days, Grete was so busy that he felt like vomiting when he saw the test tube filled with blood. As for Bishop Ampton, the war priest's art of drawing blood was so proficient that he hit the nail on the head.
The ship sailed for seven days and returned to the port of Nevis. The guests returned to their residence in a grand manner, and the vampires were still lying in the coffin, being carried off the ship as they were carried onto the ship.
Gretel didn't have to perform his hospitality duties for the time being, and was about to go back to the Mage Tower to take a bath, when a little bird jumped in front of him.
The little bird was covered in bright blue. At first glance, it looked exquisite and cute. But upon closer inspection, from its eyes to its claws, from its beak to its wings, there were all tiny rays of lightning. Among the feathers, electric sparks crackled.
Stop flashing.
The little bird flapped its wings and hovered in front of Gretel, its dark blue beak opening and closing. What came out was not a bird song, but a clear and clear voice:
"Gretel, the magic and casting props for converting images you asked about are ready. They are here with me. Come and get them!"
"Yes, teacher! I'll come right away!"
Grete bowed and was overjoyed. The magic he wanted to reflect the images in the meditation vision into reality was finally made by Ms. Almeida!
The magic props have been placed with the teacher. Now go up the mountain and get them immediately!
His X-rays!
His B-ultrasound!
His future goals are CT and MRI!
Finally, I can produce videos to teach students and explain to patients and their families!
Grete forgot about his fatigue for a moment, spoke to Cerela, activated the teleportation spell on the [Endless Ink Pen], and went straight to the top of Igor Peak. Seeing that he came so quickly, the Lord of Thunder smiled and casually
One finger:
"It's just this thing, try it and see if it works?"
If it doesn't work, can I still go back and ask the legendary mage to modify it?
Grete was curious for a moment and looked in the direction the teacher pointed, but he saw a bright golden square box.
It is two feet square and one foot high. It is inlaid with a circle of gems of various colors. Just the round pearl the size of the belly of a little finger has at least seven embedded in it. Between the gems, there are countless silver threads coiled thinly.
It's not silver, it has to be mithril.
How expensive is this thing...Materials, magic circles, labor, and the design of the legendary mage. With all the liquidity in his hands now, he doesn't know if he can afford it or not?
Grete resisted the temptation to gasp and looked at the teacher. The Lord of Thunder smiled slightly and said:
"Ms. Almeida has been struggling for more than a month, but she has not been able to lower the spell casting requirements. There is no other way but to come up with this thing. You will use it first. She said, get this magic out, brain
The subsequent research on radio waves will not be divided among you."
Grete was overjoyed. He didn't need to pay. Thank God. As for brain waves, he didn't have the energy to study them himself. It would be best to leave them alone.
Following the teacher's instructions, he placed one hand on the top of the gold box, surrounded by mithril threads in the center of the magic circle. With the other hand, he took out a tube of blood sample. He concentrated slightly and threw a [Distinguish Bloodline] out.
Then, the whole person swayed slightly and almost fell down.
A powerful force came from the gold box, and in an instant, Gretel's magic power was absorbed. There was a rattling sound in the gold box, and after a while, an extremely thin chip was spit out, half the size of a palm.
The subtle light above is faintly flowing.
Obviously, half of the power required for recording and engraving came from him.
"teacher……"
Gretel closed his eyes and gasped for a long time before complaining. This thing is too cruel! The teacher didn't even warn him and just let him try it!
If he hadn't accumulated a lot of knowledge and gained the infusion of the will of the world after several advancements, if he were an ordinary fifth-level mage, he would have fallen over on the spot, passed out, or even injured his foundation.
The Lord of Thunder saw that he was embarrassed and just stood by and watched. When Gretel opened his eyes, he smiled and shook his head:
"You have to do research, and you have to accumulate mental power. If you had spent more energy on meditation, you would have hit the threshold of advancement long ago, and you wouldn't be in such a mess now."
...But if I don’t do research, I won’t be able to advance at all!
Gretel didn't dare to talk back to the teacher, so he picked up the chip and touched it slightly with his mental power, releasing a large three-dimensional light and shadow. The light and shadow were colorful, with points, lines, planes, and arcs intertwined with each other. The data contained in it was indeed not his.
The pen can record.
Gretel let out a long breath. Although this light and shadow is still illusory, it can already be sensed, recorded, and imprinted by magic. If it is thrown to the tower spirit, it can also be used for data analysis. But...
"Teacher, I can't use this box more than once a day!"
Grete wailed. Without using the potion, he could only use it once a day, and twice would be enough. How long will it take to collect enough samples, and how long will it take to have enough data for Talling to analyze?
The Lord of Thunder didn't even move his eyebrows. After Gretel finished screaming, he slowly said:
"This is not for you to use directly. Take it back, put it in the mage tower, and connect it to the energy pool. This is the case for large magic instruments."
"But there is no energy pool in my hospital!"
If you take them to the hospital, they won't be used once a day; if you don't take them to the hospital, drag the patients here, the energy field of the Mage Tower will be harmful to ordinary people. Under Gretel's sad gaze, the Lord of Thunder said calmly:
"That's your own business. Either work hard to advance and increase the upper limit of mental power so that you can use it more times a day; or you can find a way to install an energy pool in the hospital."
Advancement is not achieved in a day or two.
The energy pool installed in his mage tower was obtained through a deal with the council. On his own, God knows when he will be able to afford one.
Grete was dejected, bid farewell to the teacher, and left with the gold box in hand. As he was about to step out of the room, the Lord of Thunder said leisurely behind him:
"One hundred chips for storing data, 1,000 contribution points, no bargaining. There are one hundred chips in this box, if you want more, you have to buy it yourself."
Grete staggered.
"Teacher, can this chip be erased before writing?"