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Chapter 810 Gretel, do you want to take the path of a knight?

 The wedding of King Brolin and Princess Boyin was the most luxurious and most talked-about wedding in mainland China for a hundred years.

At the wedding, all the roads from the palace to the church were covered with carpets, with wooden boards underneath the carpets.

In order to show respect to the Lord of Glory, even the king must walk to the church in person, and these floors and carpets ensure that the nobles' shoes, clothes and skirts will not be stained with the slightest trace of dirt.

King Charles II of Brolin, wearing a dress fully embroidered with magical runes in mithril silk and inlaid with diamonds to provide magical energy, walked slowly in front.

Behind the king, the young queen, Princess Thalia from the Kingdom of Boyin, wore a dress embroidered with silver thread and brocade, and two noble ladies held up the skirt for her, walking behind the king.

The skirt of the queen's dress is studded with pearls the size of rice grains, adding a layer of aqua halo to the floor-length dress.

Obviously, the power flowing through this dress, which was only worn once at the wedding and then shelved forever, was no less powerful than the king's wedding dress.

After the wedding, the chief steward of the Kingdom of Brolin led 36 palace attendants at the level of trainee knights, and 12 officers of honor holding gold and silver scepters, who were at least knights, escorting the food delivery team into the palace.

A large number of delicacies that the people of the kingdom had never dreamed of appeared in rows and rows at the banquet after the wedding:

The monster moonlight ray caught in the black sea can possess the power of soft moonlight after one bite. Only a piece of meat from the gills is taken, and the rest is used to reward the servant;

The colorful magical birds captured in the New World are plucked and steamed, and then the feathers are inserted back one by one and served to the dining table vividly;

Twelve gold plates with a diameter of three feet were filled with castles made of white sugar. The city walls were covered with gold foil, and various candies were used to shape vivid flowers, plants, birds and animals;

The golden dates, which are only produced deep in the orc kingdom, will automatically flow with honey when touched. They are placed on the long table in full trays, allowing all guests to enjoy them as they please...

Of course, there is an unlimited supply of chickens and ducks that were cultivated in the palace pasture and fed daily spices and medicines, as well as cattle and sheep that were fed magical plants. As long as guests are willing, they can eat until they vomit.

Only the nobles with the most noble status and the most trust of the king are qualified to attend the king's wedding. Most of the lower-level nobles and knights can only stand in the square of the palace, waiting for the king to appear on the balcony with the queen, smiling and waving to them

"Ah, she is so beautiful!"

"Platinum hair! Rose smile!"

"As expected of the princess closest to the glory!"

"She saw me! She saw me! Ah, I think my heart is already drunk. From today on, I will dedicate everything to the beautiful queen!"

On the balcony, with the smiles and waves of the king and queen, flowers, candies and gold coins rained down. Dots of holy light hovered over the palace. It was the glorious Holy See, the archbishop stationed in the royal capital, personally blessing the king and queen.

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And these blessings were quickly drowned. At the end of the dinner, the bright music of a single brass pipe sounded in the palace, followed by a large ensemble of various musical instruments. After three hymns in praise of the Lord of Glory, the sound of light dance music

The music started and the dance lasted all night long.

In the Kingdom Square and on the city streets, the citizens crowded together could not see all this. They raised their heads greedily and looked at the brilliant and fleeting fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The fireworks set off for the king's wedding are colorful and varied. The golden lily, the emblem of the Brolin royal family, the blue chrysanthemum, the emblem of the Kingdom of Lain, the peacock spreading its tail feathers, the mermaid with splashing water drops...

The fireworks soared high, even covering up the holy light that represented blessings shed by the glorious Holy See.

In a back alley, under the wall, a hungry little girl raised her palms to try to catch a small falling firework.

"It's so beautiful...I really want to..."

This luxurious wedding, as well as the banquets, balls, fireworks that accompanied the wedding, and the month-long dances and performances afterwards, were not without cost. According to statistics from the Kingdom’s Finance Minister, this sum alone was spent

The kingdom’s financial revenue for 20 years.

Of course, as always, the huge cost of the wedding was borrowed from businessmen. The young new king and the Queen Mother, who wanted to show off her national power, had the same attitude towards this huge debt:

"Then raise taxes."

Anyway, the taxes from farmers, citizens and businessmen will never be collected, right?

Gretel didn't know anything about such a grand wedding, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it. No matter how grand the wedding was, could he be allowed to take a look?

Even if you arrive at the scene and see it, is there a good seat? Is there a viewing seat with the best view? Is there the lighting with the best angle that can best highlight the beauty of the actors? Is there a camera that keeps switching to take in every detail of the scene?

What?

If he didn't have any of these, he might as well recall the movies he watched in his previous life. With the memory bonus brought by time travel, he could close his eyes and have everything.

Oh, maybe except for jewelry. But do the Carolingian kings and queens have enough luxury to surpass the jewelry collection of Serrela?

After all, it's impossible for Cerela's treasures to belong to him, but he can look at them as much as he wants, touch them as much as he wants. He can hold them in his hands and play with them at close range, or he can immerse himself in spiritual power and sense the internal structure, whatever he wants.

So now, Gretel is working tirelessly and is still immersed in his fields of medicine and magic. The biggest task at the moment is to deal with the child with scoliosis on the other side of the strait.

Up to now, he has been able to skillfully create animal models of scoliosis in dogs. However, the success rate of subsequent corrective surgeries has been very stable...

Stable at zero percent.

wry smile.

He was able to cut where necessary, file when necessary, guide growth when necessary, and reset the bent bones. However, he could never protect the nerves that radiated out to the surroundings through the ridge pillars 100%.

If you are less lucky, the dog will go into shock, die, and cannot be saved while you are doing it; if you are more lucky, the dog will be able to survive until the end of the exercise, and then it will be paralyzed...

"Ah ah ah, spinal surgery, my God, it's so difficult!" Gretel held his head and groaned. He swayed around with his eyes closed, and after a while, he stood up straight again:

"Wash your hands, change the isolation gown, and change the surgical instruments. Bring the dog over again, and I will do the surgery again! Serira, put on the microscope for me."

I can’t believe that even after magnifying it ten times, I still can’t do this surgery!

Open the skin, retract the muscles, and expose the nerve roots. Grete concentrated on using the nerve hook in his left hand and the micro-forceps in his right hand to expose them bit by bit. The surgical instruments transformed by the mage's hands slid and deformed along the outer edge of the nerve sheath,

Trying hard not to cause any harm…

"Oops!" Shaking again!

He lowered his head in frustration. The operations of neurosurgery are much more delicate than those of general surgery. A slight twitch of the fingers, which may not be visible to the naked eye, can move from one side of the lens to the other under a microscope.

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Before he could react or restrain himself, the irreversible consequences had already been caused.

Gretel took a deep breath and tried hard to hold his breath to reduce the trembling of his hands to a minimum. Hold it, hold it! Go forward, go forward, go a little further until you touch the nerve sheath, don't move.

!

He felt to himself that the dangling fingers had not moved at all, but under the microscope, the tip of the tweezers seemed to be suffering from epilepsy, jumping from west to east, and then from east to west.

Gretel could almost imagine that every tremor left a scar on the delicate nerves that were difficult to discern with the naked eye.

What if you don’t use your hands?

Instead of using hands, just use mental power to move these surgical instruments to protect the tissues that need to be protected?

Gretel loosened his fingers, concentrated his energy, and controlled the mage's hand to move forward. Go deep, protect, and pull.

Snapped!

Under the microscope, a nerve was stretched to its longest length, and then broke apart like a rubber band, revealing countless thin nerve filaments inside.

Grete closed her eyes in pain.

His level of fine manipulation of mental power is not good enough. In other words, he trusts his hands more than his mental power.

In fact, many transformation mages are the same. When drawing scroll lines or carving magic circles, they have to work harder on their bodies and use their own hands. Grete talked with the vice president of the Alchemy Guild,

Have a deep understanding of this point.

Mental training does not happen overnight. There may be a way to train the physical body. At least Gretel knows that as the muscle strength becomes stronger, the control of fine operations will improve and he will not suddenly tremble while working.

This means that many surgeons, regardless of their specific discipline, are either lifting irons or lifting railways after get off work. It is impossible not to lift, and it is impossible to perform surgery without lifting!

He applied [Barbarian Power] to himself, held the microscopic tweezers, and approached the nerve tissue again. This time it was indeed much better, and the amplitude of the tremors shrank sharply, only about one-third of the original.

Relying on such precision, Grete is confident that he can reduce surgical injuries by half, no, maybe 60%?

He concentrated and held his breath, and continued. Pulling, protecting, pulling again, protecting again, changing rongeurs, biting off part of the vertebral body, guiding bone growth; then processing the next vertebra...

"Bang bang!"

It's over, the spell has failed, and my hands are shaking again...

By the way, how long does [The Power of the Barbarian Bull] last?

It seems... it seems... it seems... it's 1 minute/level? Gretel did the math. He is now an 8th level mage. Once he uses the power of the bull, it only takes 8 minutes. The current time to complete an operation is four hours he needed to brush for himself...

30 times of bull power?

Not to mention having to pay attention to when the spell will expire at all times, this method of handling it is just stupid!

Gretel bravely finished processing the vertebra, and with a wave of his hand, the Dark Gold Skeleton came on stage. However, his control ability, transmitted through the Dark Gold Skeleton, had to be compromised to some extent. Such a discount would be difficult for delicate extraneous surgery. , it has already fallen beyond the threshold...

If not, let’s do some exercise!

After several failures, Grete finally made up his mind. He was already an 8th-level magician and an 8th-level priest. After some training, he could raise his warrior level to...even to level 2, which should be quick!

That night, after finishing dinner, Cerira saw Gretel running in circles, wielding a sword, and lifting dumbbells, exhausting himself to the point of sweating profusely.

"...Gretel, are you going to take the path of a knight?"

Miss Yinlong stared at the side for a long time and asked curiously.

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