Chapter 88 The teacher planted a staff for you to use!
Perhaps the elders felt that it was beneath their dignity to quarrel in front of their apprentices, so they quickly sent Gretel away. It wasn't until the next day when Elder Erwin took him to get the oak staff that he was informed.
Share of:
"That's half for you. Little guy, don't be too little. The cult paid 10 times as much as you, but you only got 30%!"
Oh oh oh, the technology I provided has also been converted into shares. The boss is very smart!
"It's just that you won't be able to see the money until next year at the earliest. Little Grete, the teacher has remembered your wishes. If you need money to study magic, tell the teacher!"
"Teacher, don't worry about money-"
Gretel ate and lived in the mage tower, and had no place to spend money for the time being. Knight Ciro thanked him for ten gold coins, and after Knight Barron's wrist was cured, he thanked him for another 15 gold coins. Gretel held a huge
I don’t feel that I am short of money at all and have no sense of crisis:
"The important thing is that the cleanup work starts as soon as possible. Teacher, the slower you go, the greater the risk of the plague. You must be careful!"
"I got it! You're a child, you don't have to worry about this!" Elder Erwin responded angrily, picked up Gretel and jumped up to the treetop. Gretel was about to speak, but was struck by the strong wind.
After taking a sip, I could only remain silent.
The place Elder Erwin took him to was the hill where the servants of the God of Nature gathered every new moon night. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, countless oak trees, large and small, stretched out their branches and leaves, covering the sky.
It was so dense. Elder Erwin carried him halfway up the mountain and put him down:
"Find a tree."
"What?"
Grete was at a loss. There are oak trees everywhere on such a big mountain. You have no idea and asked me to find a tree? Teacher, at least give me a goal!
"The oak staff that each of us uses is cultivated by ourselves from the beginning." Elder Erwin did not give him a hint. On the contrary, he stood aside, the wooden staff paused, and slowly began to talk:
"A child who begins to receive instruction will bury an acorn in the open space and wait for it to take root and grow into a small tree. On the day he becomes an apprentice, he will, with the help of his teacher, turn the small tree into a wooden staff.
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From then on, this wooden stick grew with him, fought together, and experienced decades and hundreds of years of wind and rain. Until finally, it returned to this forest with its owner..."
"Then I...?"
Grete couldn't help but ask the teacher, it takes several years for an acorn to grow into a small tree. Forget about being an apprentice trained since childhood, did you bring me here because you wanted to give me an acorn as an oak staff?
Use it?
"Your situation is special. However, the Natural God Cult has been dealing with it for thousands of years. You go find an oak tree, and then I will tell you what to do next."
"How should I find it?"
"Look for it with your heart. Let go of your heart, feel, and listen, and you will find the oak tree that is most compatible with you."
Is it so idealistic? Gretel was shocked. Not to mention whether this feeling is reliable or not, even if it is reliable, I will follow my feeling——
Teacher, this is a slope! Are you sure I won't miss the mark and roll to the bottom of the mountain?
He looked at Elder Erwin eagerly. Elder Erwin had a kind face, but looked at him unwaveringly. After a long stalemate, Gretel turned his head and climbed up to the top of the mountain with a sigh.
The same thing is to feel it. Sitting on the top of the mountain and looking down, the coverage may be larger?
He climbed to the top of the mountain, wiped his sweat, sat in the middle of the stone circle and began to meditate. One minute, two minutes... The effect was quite good, and the surrounding elements seemed to be very active. Which tree is more reliable...
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Sorry, he can't even see the trees in his meditation field of vision.
Grete was in trouble, and again, and again. He meditated calmly for minute after minute, and suddenly, a bright green dot started beating in his meditation field of vision.
It lights up and goes out, just like breathing.
Gretel stood up as if sleepwalking. He pursued the direction of the green dot, one step deeper and one step shallower. He didn't know how long he walked, and he didn't know if he fell or not - he probably didn't fall, at least, he didn't fall out of the meditative state.
——Finally, he pounced forward and gnawed on the bark of the tree.
"...Bah, bah, bah!"
Gretel turned his head and vomited with bitterness in his mouth. After vomiting, he looked up and saw a huge tree in front of him, blocking the sky and the sun. Gretel tried his best to stretch out his hands and wanted to hug the tree trunk, but found that his arms were stretched to the farthest point, and he was pinched.
The corners are still flat, almost as if they are leaning against a wall.
...how big is this tree?
How many years have you grown!
"This is the oldest tree in the forest." A voice suddenly sounded from behind. Gretel jumped back in surprise and saw Elder Erwin leaning on an oak staff and looking at him with a complicated expression:
"Legend has it that before the first elder of the local deity died, he inserted the oak staff into the ground, and then this oak tree grew."
...How many years is that? One thousand? Two thousand years? The life of an oak tree seems to be four hundred years, right? Forget it, in a world with divine arts and magic, don't use the knowledge of previous lives...
Gretel silently turned back and looked at the big tree. Elder Erwin patted him on the shoulder: "Pray."
Pray...for what?
Who to pray to?
To this tree?
Gretel was full of doubts, and he pretended to lower his head and clasped his hands in front of his chest. The sound of incantations sounded softly around him. After a while, he was suddenly touched, and he stretched out his hands reflexively——
With a "pop" sound, a dark brown acorn fell heavily into his palm.
"teacher--"
Gretel turned back in surprise. However, there was a rustling sound beside him. Elder Erwin jumped up, his robes fluttering, and ran straight up the tree trunk. After a moment, he quietly landed and handed Gretel a ball of green:
"Paris. Take it."
Gretel quickly picked it up. Elder Erwin picked him up again and walked to the stone circle at the top of the hill. With a clang, he threw him a dagger:
"Soak the acorn with your blood. Then, wrap the acorn with mistletoe and bury it in the soil, hoping that it will grow up quickly."
Grete obeyed without saying a word.
He squatted in the center of the circle, pressed his hands on the loose soil on the ground, concentrated on tracing - or imagining what the oak tree would look like rising from the ground.
There was silence all around, except for the rustling of the leaves in the summer wind. Unknowingly, a huge pressure accumulated in the air, and even the sounds of the surrounding birds disappeared.
Grete's vision suddenly went dark. His body became limp and his limbs were weak, as if something was sucking out his strength. Just then, with a slight movement under his fingertips, a touch of green emerged from the ground, growing stems, raising his head, and spreading his leaves...
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not enough!
I want more!
I want to grow!
Give me strength--
A greedy thought came from the green. Gretel felt dizzy, and his brain was dizzy. With a plop, he knelt on the ground. It wasn't enough to drain me dry... You only grew two leaves...
He said silently to the green bud. A hand suddenly put on the back of his neck, and warm, huge power rushed down, turned in a circle, and then poured out from the fingertips. The green bud responded with a wave of joy.
, rustling sound, rising rapidly.
Grete knelt on the ground and watched helplessly as it grew above his head. The main stem grew from translucent to the thickness of chopsticks, to the thickness of a ballpoint pen, and to the thickness of the mouth of a cup. Finally, seven or eight main roots pulled out of the soil on their own, carrying them with them.
A piece of light and shadow silently retracted into the tree trunk——
"Take it." Elder Erwin picked him up, pulled the newly grown sapling, and put it into his hand: