In this way, Gretel sneaked into - no, joined the Order of the God of Nature, and became a disciple of Elder Erwin. Of course, the so-called disciple just changed the title verbally, and no ceremony was held.
There was no big invitation for guests to attend.
Gretel had no intention of showing off, and Elder Erwin was a mature man. He sensed something was wrong from the news about the Divine Enlightenment. He just let Gretel go back that day, and went to the Mage Tower alone the next day to visit Gehrman.
Master, express your intention.
"What? You want to accept Gretel as a disciple?" Master Hermann was so surprised that his eyes almost fell out of his head. He leaned forward, and a swimming ring bulged out of his red robe. Fortunately, there were no buttons on the robe, otherwise, he would have fallen out immediately.
How many can be broken open:
"I know he's a healer, but..."
But you won’t accept him as your disciple personally, right?
"Hey, this little guy is quite interesting." Elder Erwin smiled so hard that his white eyebrows twitched. "He did two tricks with new tricks. You haven't seen them before, have you? Don't tell me, these two new tricks
The tricks are quite useful in treatment..."
Master Gehrman:???
Do you learn magic just for healing?
How much you love healing! You like healing. If you want to be a priest, what do you want to study in the Mage Tower?
Having said that, Master Gehrman also became curious and asked Gretel to demonstrate it. The Master's hand did not arouse much interest in the Master. In his words, "It's just that the control is relatively fine", but it can detect magic.
Let his eyes light up.
In the vision of meditation, Gretel's palm, phalanges, metacarpal bones, and wrist bones covering the oak staff are clearly distinct one by one.
“It really works!”
Master Herman stood up, walked to the oak staff, and cast the spell himself. A bright magical light spread out in his meditation field of vision. Master Herman stretched out his hand, covered it, and observed...
"I can't see clearly!"
Master Gehrman frowned. In his meditation field of vision, the magical aura could not penetrate his skin at all, only illuminating the edges of his fingers a little. The visual effect was similar to that of holding his palms together under the scorching sun and looking at the sun.
"I can't see clearly either." Elder Erwin stood side by side with him and stretched out his hand in exactly the same way. "I tried this magic last night, using myself and other people in the order. The conclusion is that it is better than me
Only if you are 5 levels lower can I see clearly with this staff."
"Level 5..." Master Hermann was moved.
Elder Erwin's oak staff has been with him for decades through ups and downs, and has been used to store it with its own energy. The Natural God Cult is unique in its ability to store extraordinary items. This kind of portable staff can almost be used by default.
To be at the same level as myself.
He said that it can only be seen clearly if it is 5 levels lower. Doesn't that mean that a magic item of 5 levels or above is required for the aura to shine through the bones of civilians, at most, the bones of a mage apprentice?
But let alone civilians, even a mage apprentice can only touch high-level magic items a few times in his life!
"Such magic... do you think it's useful?"
"It's useful!" Elder Erwin nodded, twitching his white beard and smiling happily. "It can help a lot of people! - Hey, after talking for so long, you haven't said whether you agree or not!"
Master Gehrman: "..."
It's as if I don't agree to you accepting disciples, it's really useful...
Having said that, in view of Elder Erwin's strength and his always good relationship with the Church of Nature and the Magic Council, Master Gehrman could not find any reason not to agree. Not only did he agree, he also planned to make things more beautiful.
,For example, give a gift conveniently:
"Gretel!" he called sternly. "Since you have created a new use of magic, summarize it and write a paper. The Archmage of the Magic Council will come soon. This paper can be published best, even if
Even if you fail, you can still get some points in front of the Archmage."
Gretel: "...what?"
paper?
Are there papers in this world?
Where will I send my paper after I finish writing it? Is there a journal, is there SCI, is there an impact factor evaluation...
Gretel opened his mouth and swallowed it back with all his strength. Master Herman thought he didn't know what a thesis was, so after thinking about it, he suddenly said:
"Oh, I forgot that you haven't finished reading the book on the bottom floor. There is it in the living room on the second floor. Go back later and read it yourself. If you don't know how to write, ask Eliot, or ask me directly.
Can."
Gretel: "..." No need, it's just a paper! I can write it! I wrote much better in my previous life!
And, why did I work so hard to write my thesis in my previous life, but in another world, I still have to find time to write my thesis...
He lowered his head silently and shed tears of sympathy for himself. Beside him, Elder Erwin was already happy:
"Writing a thesis as a mage apprentice? Little Gretel, the mage thinks highly of you! - Come on, come on, I will tell you the results of several attempts, let's write a beautiful one! Gehrman, I will go and talk to little Gretel!
The guy is here!"
"Elder Erwin!" Master Gehrman jumped up: "You are a distinguished guest——"
Who lives where in the mage tower! Apprentices live on the second floor, formal mages live on the third floor, and the controllers of the mage tower, as well as distinguished guests, live on the fifth floor! If you go to live on the second floor, others will not say that you are informal.
, I can only say that the Master Tower is ignorant and doesn’t even understand the rules of hospitality!
"Hush - keep it secret, keep it secret." Elder Erwin walked over with a smile and hooked the mage's neck:
"You don't know, this little guy... someone is going to deal with him! The more confidential my coming is, the better!"
Rustling, rustling. In the whispers, Master Gehrman's face became more and more solemn. As for Elder Erwin, after releasing the explosive news, he carried Gretel downstairs nonchalantly.
"Write, write, write! I'll watch you write!"
"Uh... Elder, I haven't seen what the paper looks like..."
Five minutes later, Gretel was sitting in the hall on the second floor of the Mage Tower, his eyes widening.
Title...author's name...abstract...keywords...
This is the way he is used to writing papers!
Why do the papers here look like this?
Have any time travelers come to this world?
If there are time travelers who have come here, why are they still so barbaric and ignorant? Even the magic is just sparks, flaming fireballs, and fireballs all the way up?
Grete's imagination was endless. Elder Erwin had already knocked on the table: "Quick, quick, quick! Get a pen and write down what I said!"
"Okay!" Gretel jumped up and ran to get it.
Cases! Fresh cases!
Fresh clinical cases!
When it comes to writing papers, in addition to theoretical basis and data derivation, the most missing thing is detailed cases!
There is no need for him to go everywhere to find someone and try hard with his pitiful number of five spells a day!
Very good!
Gretel raised his head:
"Elder, do you want to add you as the joint first author?...Ouch! If you don't agree, don't hit me!"
Elder Erwin lived in the single room of the mage apprentices on the second floor of the mage tower for several days. During these few days, the old man taught the doctrines of the Natural Gods, prayers, how to use magic, and what the trainee priests should know.
All the knowledge was crammed into Grete.
Gretel learned very hard. Of course, the old man was not much better: Gretel recited doctrines, prayers, and the history of the Deism. When he was dizzy, when he turned around, the old man was facing him.
He drew a diagram of the human body, with messy white hair, knotted eyebrows, and straight eyes:
"The left ventricle is connected to the aorta, the right ventricle is connected to the pulmonary artery, the left atrium is connected to the pulmonary veins, the right atrium is connected to the superior and inferior vena cava... the left ventricle..."
Gretel watched him read it three times in a row, stretched out his hand, pressed it on the paper with his fingers spread apart:
"Where does the left atrium connect?"
The old man looked at him blankly, like an old bear that had gotten up from hibernation and hadn't noticed that the hive next door was gone. Gretel silently read for him:
"...What kind of plum is Ma?"
come on!
Let's die together!
I feel like I can memorize what you taught me in half a month. What you have to memorize, hey, I studied it for seven years!