Gretel glanced at the old magician's hand. Unfortunately, he didn't recognize it.
A spindle-shaped stone, small, less than half the size of a knuckle. It is light yellow, translucent, shiny, and doesn't look like a gem.
He looked at Master Herman in confusion, wanting to ask for an explanation—or to ask if he could take this thing. Before he could speak, two voices sounded at the same time:
"Ion stone? Teacher, this is too valuable!"
"This is mine! Mine!"
The two people who spoke, one was Master Gehrman, and the other was the grandson of the old magician. The naughty boy George Gretel moved his eyes slightly, and saw the naughty boy rushing over and grabbing the stone:
"Grandpa doesn't keep his word! He promised to give it to me!"
"Who said this to you!" the old magician roared and started to chase. The naughty child screamed and ran from east to west, and then from west to east. After all, the old magician was old and couldn't catch up for a while.
After running back and forth for two times, I could only stand still and shouted breathlessly:
"What I'm saying is that if you break through to level 1 magician, I'll give it to you! If you haven't broken through, this isn't yours! Stop! Hand it over!"
"I won't hand it over!"
"you!"
What followed was a series of spells. Grete couldn't tell what they were, but saw the naughty kid suddenly staggered and rolled to the ground. The old magician rushed to catch him, and the naughty kid rolled around on the ground, getting anxious.
Just put something in your mouth:
"I won't give it to you! Uh-huh...cough cough cough cough cough!"
There were roars and noises. Gretel had nothing to do with himself, did not persuade or stop, and watched quietly from the side.
If you don't give it to him, don't give it to him. His tutor since he was a child is that what he earns is his own. No matter how good other people's things are, they belong to others. Besides, what on earth is this stone?
do not know either……
So what is it?
Grete tried hard to search his memory. In the Internet articles he had read and the games he played in his previous life, it seemed, as if, it seemed, that such a name had been mentioned. It seemed like something that could fly and circle around the mage's head? It was considered a thing.
What attributes can equipment add to a mage?
It feels so gaudy...
Grete grinned just thinking about it. The old magician and the naughty boy were running away and chasing each other, yelling and screaming. He had no intention of gaining or losing, and was just watching it. If he didn't have a mobile phone or Internet, he would actually want to
I took a video on the spot and sent it to Douyin. The title was: The naughty kid and his naughty parent...
However, as soon as the coughing sound came out, Gretel's expression changed.
This cough is so bad! The naughty child was rolling around on the ground just now and put the stone in his mouth. Could it be that he swallowed it?
asphyxia!
Foreign body in the trachea!
Esophageal foreign body!
A series of dangerous symptoms bolded, blackened, and highlighted appeared one after another. Grete ran away and ran over, shouting as he ran:
"Stop grabbing it! Be careful! Don't choke it into the trachea!"
Just as he was running halfway, his feet suddenly slipped. The ground was obviously flat and clean, without any strange things, but Grete slipped and fell heavily on his back.
"..." Ouch, it hurts!
Gretel supported the ground with one hand and rubbed his tailbone with the other, grinning in pain. Only then did he hear the lingering sound next to him, the warning voice of Master Elliot:
"…Be careful with the grease spell!"
Brother, can you remind me earlier next time... Gretel is about to cry but has no tears.
He got up ouch and ouch. Not far away, the old magician also picked up his naughty child and got up with a dark face:
"Where's the Iron Stone! Take it out!"
"Swallow it..." The ten-year-old boy cried sadly. The old man raised his eyebrows, and Master Herman quickly came up to comfort him:
"Just swallow it, and the child will be fine. The Ioin Stone is not big. It will come out exactly as it is in a few days, so it can still be used."
I hope I really swallowed it. Grete thought silently. The iron stone is not large and the tip does not look sharp. The probability of scratching the esophagus is very small. As long as it goes down through the esophagus and is not unlucky, it will be fine in a few days.
Normal discharge is still highly likely.
The old magician looked ugly. He raised his hand and wanted to hit him, but he couldn't bear it, so he pressed the child's forehead hard:
"Did you really swallow it? You...you!"
The boy lowered his head and did not dare to make any more noise. The old magician wanted to explain a few words to Gretel, but he was really speechless. After struggling for a moment, he said "I'll show you the joke", pulled the child and turned away.
"Grete, thank you for your hard work today." Master Hermann watched the teacher disappear outside the door, sighed, and calmly comforted Grete:
"We all see your achievements. Don't worry, the Mage Tower will not lose your resources throughout next year."
"Thank you, Master Mage... Then, I'll take my leave first?"
Master Hermann nodded distractedly. Gretel took the opportunity to apply oil on the soles of his feet. He returned to the dormitory on the second floor, but couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned for a while, got up, lit a lamp, and wrote and drew.
The plan to clean up the city during the day was rejected halfway through. He really couldn't swallow that breath——
Write the plan clearly and completely, including all the key points of operation and profit model, and then go to the teacher to discuss it!
There is also the Mage Tower. I just found out today that the Mage Tower also has profit requirements - I don’t believe they are not interested!
snort!
Gretel wrote until midnight before falling asleep. In his sleep, it seemed as if a diamond-shaped stone was spinning around him, and he couldn't drive it away or catch it. Gretel tried twice and almost woke himself up with a fright...
…
The next morning, Gretel got up early, finished his meditation, and prepared to go upstairs for dinner. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a servant wiping and wiping outside. Seeing him appear, he greeted him diligently and gave him a small basket.
Dewy berries.
Gretel gave him a strange look. This servant served the mages on a daily basis. For a mage apprentice like him, he just cleaned the living room regularly, put down a pot of water and disappeared. Gretel occasionally wanted to have a midnight snack.
, you have to go to the kitchen to find food by yourself...
What happened now? Did you know that the old magician praised him last night? The information is quite good!
He took it casually and prepared to eat it as a snack while reading in the morning. The servant immediately bent over, with a half-fawning smile and half-worried look on his face:
"Master Mage, I heard that...the assessment of our Mage Tower...didn't go well?"
It doesn't matter to you whether it goes well or not? Gretel nodded casually and walked towards the stairs. The servant followed him step by step, bending lower:
"I heard that the Mage Tower will deduct resources next year? Will it deduct salary? Then will our salary be reduced? Will we be kicked out?"
"...Isn't this enough?" Grete paused, a little funny. "If we deduct resources, how much more salary will we lose?"
He waved his hand and walked up the stairs. After climbing half a floor, he suddenly slapped his forehead and suddenly realized:
Why would people worry about that amount of money?
These servants of the Mage Tower, although they are all groveling in the tower, when they go out to do things on behalf of the Magic Tower, they are at least the stewards of a village. With their style and income, they start from the middle class.
What people are really worried about is that if the host of the Magic Tower is replaced, the golden rice bowl will be destroyed, right?
It feels like just a servant has a greater sense of crisis than him...