Gretel returned to the wizard's tower with the newly acquired oak staff. As soon as he entered the door, he forgot about the Roman knights.
——He has treated many patients in his previous life. Some were cured, some were not cured, and some died on the spot due to ineffective resuscitation. If every one of them was holding a grudge, would the doctor still do the work?
Returning to the mage tower, he climbed up to the second floor in a familiar way and returned to his room. As soon as he entered the door, it was empty. Clothes, bedding, paper and pen, and half of the books he read last night were all gone. Grete stood there stunned.
For two seconds: What happened? You kicked me out?
My surgical instruments! My alchemy equipment! The medical records I wrote! The books I copied!
You have to pay these back to me!
"Your Majesty the Master!" A passionate call came from behind. Gretel turned his head and saw the servant who had brought him berries yesterday, trotting up to him and bending at a 45-degree angle:
"Your room has been moved to the third floor! Come, come, come and take a look. If there is anything you don't like about the furnishings, we will help you clean it up right away!"
"Third floor?" Gretel was surprised. The third floor is the official mage's territory. He originally estimated that it would take at least one or two months to move up there——
"I am a mage apprentice!"
"Oh, you are already an official pastor!" The servant bowed even lower:
"Master Elliot proposed it, and Lord Herman agreed, so you can move up there without worry!"
He maintained a posture of bending 60 degrees, using his heels as the axis, and turned outwards at a right angle. The movement was smooth and the rotation was so smooth that Gretel had to sigh that there are talents among the servants. He is the number one in all 360 professions.
——In that case, let’s go to the third floor.
The third floor was rarely lively. Masters Elliot and Karan were both there, gesticulating and shouting at the servants to move it. The two servants were ordered to move around, sweat dripping down like raindrops, and Master Karan still wanted to move.
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"Be careful, don't dirty the floor! Wipe it, your hands are sweaty, and don't touch the manuscript paper! Hey, Gretel, are you here?"
Gretel smiled and said hello to them. He walked in and saw his new home, which had a bedroom and a living room, and the area was twice as large as the one downstairs.
What's even better is that there is a bathroom in the suite, unlike the public bathroom on the second floor. He has to go outside the room to wash his face, brush his teeth, take a shower and use the toilet. It makes him dream of returning to the student dormitory.
According to previous calculations, such a one-bedroom apartment would have a starting floor area of at least 50 square meters.
"Thank you for your trouble." Grete thanked him sincerely. He invited the two mages to sit down in the living room. A servant immediately brought drinks and set out two plates of snacks. Wizard Elliot laughed and waved:
"Hey, what's the big deal! You are already a first-level priest, which is equivalent to a first-level mage. Besides, with your qualifications, your breakthrough is not a matter of time?"
"Then let me borrow your good words." Gretel smiled:
"I also hope that I can break through in a month or two...I..."
Afraid of getting stuck again. On the sofa opposite, Eret and Karan jumped up at the same time, speaking nervously:
"What's the matter?"
"I...seem...to have a breakthrough..."
With a crash, the two mages stood up at the same time. Eret was busy driving away the servants, and Karan ran up, shouting as he ran:
"Teacher! Your Excellency the Archmage! Gretel said he is about to break through again!"
There were footsteps, shouts, and doors closing. Gretel ignored all of these and leaned back on the sofa, assuming his most comfortable meditation posture.
The surroundings became quiet. When Gretel meditated for the first time, the "self" that Grete had sketched with his mental power emerged again, shining brightly in the darkness.
After two months, Gretel once again observed himself in meditation, and at a glance he saw countless unsatisfactory places. Not a single bone was missing, but the shape of the joint socket was left to fate, without any detailed sculpture at all;
Muscles are pieces, not fiber bundles;
The blood vessels only outline the main large blood vessels, and the small branches and even capillaries are blurred in the meditation environment...
It turns out that I have to take the initiative to shape these things, instead of just “knowing” them?
This is a big project!
Grete patiently used his mental power to make pens, knives, and hands for kneading the clay, shaping them carefully from top to bottom. The beginning was the bones, skull, cervical vertebrae, thoracic vertebrae...
As soon as the third thoracic vertebra was formed, I felt my brain was buzzing and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. Is this... mental power exhausted? Does the mage apprentice only have that little mental power?
Gretel bit the tip of his tongue and tried to cheer himself up. Suddenly, a warm current surged out of his limbs, swirled, gathered, and surged up from the back of his neck. Gretel suddenly became energetic. In the meditation scene, the third thoracic vertebrae
The last stroke draws an arc and ends steadily.
Done!
Relying on this heat flow, Grete worked hard to complete the outline of the entire spine. He opened his eyes again and released a freezing ray. The frosty ray fell directly into the water glass, and the glass of water made a continuous sound, from top to bottom,
It was completely frozen on the spot.
The power of the spell is obviously higher than that of the past few days!
Upgraded!
Gretel pumped his fist vigorously and let out a hearty cheer. With a bang, the door was pushed open with great force, and a group of people rushed in. The leader was the old magician, who immediately asked:
"Little Grete, have you made a breakthrough? Are you a mage or a priest? Quick, meditate and let me see!"
Gretel meditated hard as he said. The old magician also sank into the meditation environment, sensing the changes in the elements around him:
"It's strange... your mental power and affinity with magic power seem to be a little higher. Although only a little bit..."
His thumb and index finger were slightly separated, revealing a 2 mm wide gap, indicating "just a little bit":
"But things like affinity rarely change. The records I've seen before are all about encountering big opportunities, eating some treasures, or having a breakthrough between life and death. Your affinity
It will improve, but why?”
The old magician put his hands behind his back and turned his head, circling around Gretel. His gray beard was fluttering, his brows were furrowed, and he looked at Gretel as if he wanted to cut him open——
"Why? Why? Why on earth?"
If you ask me, I don’t know! I have just traveled here less than two months ago. I don’t understand the rules of this world at all, and I have only read the most basic knowledge of magic... Gretel wanted to roll his eyes. The old magician turned around
When he reached the third circle, he grabbed his shoulder suddenly:
"By the way! When did you start feeling like you were upgrading? Why do you suddenly feel this way?"
"I...the teacher took me to hit the oak staff this morning...but yesterday, when I took out the iron stone, I felt a little bit..."
Grete was shaken backwards and forwards by him, and every sentence he said could be broken into three sentences. The old magician let go of him and let out a long sigh:
"That's right...create new magic, create new magic items, establish new theories - magicians who can do these will usually upgrade faster than others. The senior masters have always had a
There is a conjecture that the magicians who make these innovations will be loved by the world..."