Chapter 646: Black Crow Swamp, I, Gretel, am back!
Since he was urged, he had to write the paper quickly. Grete looked through the current number of admissions and determined that there should be enough cases within half a month, so he went straight to the Tower of Sleeplessness:
The first is to find the paper that originally revised [Delaying Pain] and supplement the information; the second is to... split the money.
"Penny?" Archmage Edgar looked at him in shock from under the hood of his black robe. His eyes were faint, like two will-o'-the-wisps:
"Why split the money?"
"Because I made something!" Gretel made a gesture and used [Silent Phantom] to outline the appearance of the pain relief seal. After thinking about it, he waved it away:
"It's the modified version of [Delaying Pain] last time. I just used it in the medical clinic. Up to now, my medical clinic has just broken even, and there is nothing to be divided. But now, in cooperation with the Alchemy Guild, we can use it in the medical clinic.
When it is sold, the money must be divided!"
Black Crow Swamp is good to him, and the database is open for him to see, so he has to know what is good and what is bad. No knowledge has value. If he has profited from other people's knowledge, he should share it with the other person!
"But..." Archmage Edgar pulled down his hood, revealing his messy hair, and shook it from side to side:
"That magician has been dead for many years. Where are you going to share his money?"
"Dead?"
Grete was stunned. He was only focused on reading the content at that time, and did not even bother to pay attention to the author of the paper, the publication time, etc. Archmage Edgar nodded seriously:
"Yes, he passed away. Moreover, he was not awakened from the dead."
Grete's face twisted on the spot. Is it like this in your Black Crow Swamp, where you study desperately during your lifetime, and then you have to be pulled up from the coffin after death to continue your research?
Fortunately, it sounds like the mage himself has a choice. No, even if he had a choice, I wouldn't choose Black Crow Swamp!
If I die, I will be done with it, even if I am reincarnated or travel through time again!
The old man admired his troubled look, leaned back, and chuckled. After laughing enough, he said:
"There is no need to split the money. The knowledge left in the school and the income generated will all belong to the school. If you put this income into the account of the Tower of Sleeplessness, each magician will not get a few cents, so why not use it
In exchange for knowledge.”
"For example?"
"For example, how does your pain relief magic work?"
Grete thought for a while, this is really possible. If he shares this kind of knowledge, he will save a penny. Moreover, it can also reduce the financial pressure on the hospital, right?
"Yes! How should I change it? Paper or lecture? I can do either!"
Archmage Edgar made some calculations. Every paper and so on must be submitted to the Lord of Thunder, and then entered into the parliament's public paper library. It is not a loss for Black Crow Swamp, but it is not considered a loss either.
earn……
So, let’s choose lectures!
The two parties hit it off immediately. As a result, the circular lecture theater in the Tower of Sleepless Night was once again lit up with lights.
"Have you heard? The magician from Thunder Horn is here to give a lecture again!"
"Which one? You ask me which one! It's the one who stabbed Olivier's eye socket with a sharp knife last time and was rescued without incident! Olivier! Where are you going, Olivier?"
"Hey! Lord of the Plague! You told me earlier! I'm going, hurry up and grab a good seat!"
"Let's work together! The key is not to grab a good position, the key is to find a big boss to sit next to him, so that the secret vision screen is even and stable, and you can see comfortably!"
When Gretel entered the arena, the circular amphitheatre, from top to bottom, was densely packed with people. In the gloomy black hoods, eyes as bright as will-o'-the-wisps stared at him over the railings.
Seeing Grete on tenterhooks, fearing that some section of the railing would break and dozens of necromancers fall down. Well, I hope they or their companions can react quickly enough and release the Feather Falling Technique in time. In case the three monks fail
If you eat water, you will only be awakened to the dead spirit.
Moving to the center of the classroom, all preparations were in place. Four flying skeletons linked arms and carried a shadowless lamp;
On the stone platform under the shadowless lamp, a skeleton of a teacher was already lying upright, just waiting for Gretel to start dissecting;
On the trolley next to the stone platform, there are scalpels, dissecting scissors, tweezers, retractors...
The sincerity can be said to be full. What Grete actually wanted to say is that if you want me to give a lecture, there will be no other compensation. If I am a general teacher every month, I promise to come once!
But not this time. Grete looked at the general teacher reluctantly and sighed:
"This time the content does not require the general teacher... Can you give me some frogs? They need to be alive!"
"What? Frog?"
The necromancers were in a hurry. Boss, it’s winter!
It's winter, the cold wind is howling outside the mysterious locks of Igor Peak, and the snow is three feet deep. Where can I find frogs for you?
"Who experimented with frogs?"
"Which group? Which group recently published a frog-related paper?"
There were whispers and discussions in the lecture hall. The Necromancer closest to the classroom door was glanced at by Archmage Edgar, and he shivered and ran away:
"I'll go to the Department of Change and borrow some!"
"Don't use malicious transformation to create it!" Gretel shouted at his back from a distance:
"It's going to be dissected!"
The Necromancer's feet slipped as he was running away. Fortunately, he ran slower and heard a shout from behind. What if he caught a rabbit and turned it into a frog and brought it up, and then the Nordmark mage slashed it...
The frog turned into a rabbit on the spot, and all the necromancers present were able to kill him with one magic missile each!
In any case, the frog, or the bullfrog weighing more than one pound per pound, was sent to the dissecting table. Along with the bullfrog, there were wooden boards, nails, zinc and copper bows, scales, beakers, sodium chloride, and potassium chloride.
, calcium chloride...
Gretel prepared Ren's solution, nailed the bullfrog, destroyed the brain and spinal cord, cut off the upper half of the trunk, and made a sciatic nerve-gastrocnemius specimen. While making and explaining, he had to be distracted at the same time, and used [Silent Phantom] to display Ren's solution.
formula:
"This formula is a version used on frogs and other amphibians, which allows the body to survive longer... Now we use a zinc-copper bow to stimulate the specimen, and under the [see through invisibility] field of vision, we can better see the aura of life...
"
"Use [Delay Pain] to cover the body, and you can see the extension of the aura of life. If you split it into two parts, you can use [See Through Invisibility] to see that one part corresponds to the central nervous system, and the other part corresponds to the peripheral nerves..."
"Given that the zinc-copper bow can cause potential changes, we have reason to believe that it is the weak current in the body that transmits the pain signal..."
In the lecture theater, there was a wailing in between hurriedly copying notes.
"I can't see clearly!"
"Can't see clearly!"
"I was able to see clearly with my secret eye last time. Why did I have to use [seeing through invisibility] this time?"
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