Chapter 536: Miss Silver Dragon, do you want to win the Nobel Prize?
The biggest financial crisis to date has been unexpectedly resolved.
Gretel really wanted to start practicing [Distinguish Bloodline] right away and make him confused. However, the only trace of reason allowed him to hold back. Under the guidance of the old man, he began to practice dismantling and assembling magic items:
Open the shell, connect the mithril wire, and connect to the center of the mage tower;
Remove the mithril wire, return the chip box to its original position, and restore it to its original state;
Take apart the shell and try again...
After learning it once, Gretel can disassemble and assemble it by himself, and only needs the old man's occasional guidance; after practicing it the second time, he can operate it completely independently.
Although he was not an engineering student, the surgeon's fingers were sensitive and stable enough. Gretel just didn't dare to dismantle something he didn't recognize. After being guided by others, he had no problem following the operation:
After all, these are hands that can even connect blood vessels and connect nerves! It’s just a dead thing, just disassembling and assembling it, what’s so difficult about it?
This is no different from changing the battery of a mobile phone!
Use the mage's hand to transform into a wrench or screwdriver. When operating, the transformation is accurate, the strength can be controlled smoothly, and a series of movements are all performed smoothly. The old man sighed over and over again:
"Why are you going to Thunder Horn! With your talent, you should come to our alchemy workshop!"
Grete: "..." Thank you, the Black Crow Swamp next door keeps saying this, and my ears almost get calloused...
After dismantling it twice, he started disassembling and assembling it again without any prompting. After making sure that he had fully mastered the disassembly and assembly work, he waved the mage's hand away and saluted the old man gratefully:
"You have helped me a lot..."
"boom!!!"
There was another loud noise. Touch the SS to call the police frantically, and all the invisible servants flew downwards. The familiar scene repeated itself again...
Grete sighed, nodded casually to the old man, and rushed down. As soon as the door of the alchemy room opened, smoke filled the room, and a little face turned into a flower-smeared face.
"Cerella! What did you pour into something again?"
"I... what I poured this time was not silver nitrate! It's really not the case!"
Gretel hid his face. Behind him, an old man in work clothes walked in with his hands behind his back. He looked around, his nose twitched, and he showed an friendly smile:
"This lady is very talented! Even a skilled magician in the alchemy workshop can rarely make a finished product by adding mercury nitrate to alcohol... Of course, this thing is too dangerous and easy to explode, so it is not recommended.
Beautiful lady try..."
"That's because the water content is too low." Grete turned around and complained without thinking:
"This crap can explode easily when it is dry. If the moisture content does not reach 10%, it can be ignited in the air without exploding. If the moisture content reaches 30%, it will not ignite. Serira, please, you can do whatever you want.
Whatever you pour into it, don’t even think about drying it out, okay?”
I always feel that if things continue like this, without a safe blood transfusion before my liver ruptures, Cerela will probably win the Nobel Prize...
The old man's eyes lit up, he took out a thick leather notebook, and made some notes. After recording, he put it into his arms cherishingly, and then he admired from the bottom of his heart:
"Mage Nordmark, you have done us a great favor!"
During this period, the Alchemy Guild was entrusted by the Navy and had been trying to develop something with greater explosive power.
The thing made by Serira is one of their achievements, but transportation and storage are too troublesome...
He nodded to Grete and hurried out of the mage tower. Regarding patents and authorizations, we can postpone the discussion, and go back to test first!
As long as the test is passed, the Alchemy Workshop can deliver the goods!
Grete followed him to the door of the mage tower with great interest, as a farewell. Seeing the old man's back dashing away, he immediately returned and dragged Miss Silver Dragon to the center of the mage tower:
"Serila, look, I don't have to rush to save money, I can research to my heart's content! I just need to take it apart like this, and then connect it like this..."
He skillfully dismantled, installed, took out the test tubes, and performed magic. There was a low buzzing sound in the golden box, exactly the same as every time it was started before.
Then, in order to verify the connection effect, you can touch SS to display the light curtain.
"Oops! I saw it!"
Grete suddenly opened her eyes. Across from her, Cerela had untied the mithril threads at some point, one on each side, and pinched them with her thumb and index finger. Her little face was red and full of excitement:
"I saw it! Grete, what you saw in your meditation vision turned out to be like this!"
Grete pressed her forehead helplessly.
"...Touch SS, did you write down the information just now?"
"No, Master."
"Cerella"
Miss Yinlong turned around and ran away.
Grete actually wanted to stop her and ask her how she used her body to receive information and achieve the effect of the chip and the mage tower center. However, seeing that she was running so guilty, he could only let her run away and ask questions later.
Maybe the body structure of silver dragons is special, and their scales can directly receive certain magical information? If that's the case, Gretel feels that he can actually introduce Cerela to participate in certain projects, or directly guide her in research.
something...
But of course, now, it's more important to work hard to collect information. Anyway, he can't run away from Serila. Anyway, even if he doesn't chase her, Serira will be back by dinner time, right?
Grete shrugged, wound the mithril thread around the crystal pillar provided by the tower spirit, and continued working. With a test tube in one hand and a gold box in the other, he continued to release magic:
【Identify bloodline】!
【Identify bloodline】!
【Identify bloodline】!
Even if it is a first-level magic, releasing dozens or hundreds of them at once is a heavy burden for the magician. For the first thirty, Grete smiled and looked relaxed;
Thirty more came, Gretel's face became slightly solemn;
Thirty more, Grete looked solemn, and his casting speed slowed down. Every time he cast a spell, he murmured a mantra;
For the last thirty, sweat dripped down Grete's forehead, and the pauses between the two spells became longer and longer.
Casting spells is like reeling. Drawing silk from a full cocoon is easy and pleasant; pulling out the last silk from a cocoon that is about to be drawn out requires ensuring that the silk is stable and uniform. Not to mention the difficulty of the silk reeler's operation,
The feeling of cocooning is definitely not pleasant.
However, squeezing mental power in this way is also an excellent exercise for a magician. After squeezing it to the limit and then meditating, the effect is amazing!
Well, especially if you can meditate immediately and have a sufficient supply of magic elements...
Gretel consumed all his mental energy in this way. Then, his face turned pale, he staggered, and fell into the meditation room.
"God bless you, Serira won't blow up the alchemy room again..."
"boom!"
"Cerela, what did you add to what?"
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