It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 905 Let’s take a gamble, will Gretel engrave magic or divine magic this time? (10,000 rewards plus 5 updates)
Chapter 905 Let’s take a gamble, will Gretel engrave magic or divine magic this time? (10,000 rewards plus 5 updates)
Elder Tapros smiled and twirled his white beard.
Tsk tsk, that’s what young people are like. They can’t hold their breath and jump when teased. Aren’t they just a student? He won’t rob... The Order of the God of Nature also has strict rules. There are already disciples of the teacher. He
I won't steal it!
Even if the child's teacher is only an eighth-level priest, and his current level is already lower than the student himself, this is not the reason for him to steal the student!
Of course, proper guidance is still available. He is a good young man of the Order of the God of Nature. As the senior legend of the Order, he has unshirkable responsibility!
Elder Tapros sat down comfortably, and the surrounding shrubs immediately bent and knotted to form a seat for him. Another shrub diligently bent its branches and handed him a bunch of cranberries...
"Do you want it?"
The elder smiled and pushed the branch towards the Lord of Thunder. Beside the legendary mage, Cerela lowered her head slightly and made a hidden mouth gesture:
Who wants it?
To her surprise, the Lord of Thunder actually thanked him and broke off a small section of the branch. The branch continued to turn, and the two archmages each thanked them. After breaking off a section, Elder Typros looked at Cerela with a smile:
"Little Silver Dragon, how are you? Do you want some?"
"Do you know each other?"
Cerela took the branch in a daze. Elder Tapros smiled and pointed with his finger, and another bunch of berries appeared on the branch of the bush:
“There are only so many legends in total, who doesn’t know who?”
After speaking, he hooked his finger, the branch trembled slightly, and a berry fell on his palm. The elder casually threw the berry into his mouth and pointed to the hazy green mist in the distance:
"The Order of the God of Nature has been almost fifty years old, and there are no new legends... The elder closest to the legend is already over a hundred years old. We welcome new members with potential..."
Very good, I think Gretel may have reached the legendary school. Now, he is already the third one.
Cerela thought silently.
She moved closer to the old man and picked off a sprig of raspberries to eat. After eating a few, she stretched her neck and looked in Grete's direction:
"Is it going well or not? How long will it take? I have never seen so much green mist..."
"Well..." Elder Tapros looked over with her:
"It should be fine, right? The flow of the power of nature is very smooth, with no waves and no violence. Don't worry, little Gretel is nature's beloved child, and he will be fine."
Gretel didn't think about anything like "nature's favored child". He just absorbed the power as much as he could, the power given by the world's will and the power given by nature.
The various parts of the light man composed of the core of meditation, including bones, muscles, breathing, and circulation, have been completely connected. Gretel even suspected that he could feel the elasticity of the skin and the temperature of the breath when he pressed the light man;
The meditation world opens greedily, trying desperately to fill it in, but no matter how much it absorbs, it seems like it can never be filled...
"In other words, after level 9 or 10, the meditation world will gradually interact with the real world and embark on the path of materialization... and when materialization reaches the end, it will be the demiplane of the legendary mage..."
After inhaling for an unknown amount of time, Grete's consciousness finally slowly emerged from the chaos. He thought in a confused manner:
"How much energy must be absorbed to fill this meditation world? I remember that the formula from energy to matter should be E=m2... According to this calculation... If I want to transform real matter in the meditation world, I have to absorb the surrounding energy
Let’s do it?”
Thinking of this, my whole body trembled, and I completely popped out of the meditative state. After popping up, I slapped my legs and regretted:
What was I thinking?
If you can, just suck it. Be infused with the will of the world. This kind of opportunity only comes every time you advance. It’s so rare! Normally, you can only rely on meditation to carry such a pitiful little bit...
But it was useless to regret now. Gretel stood on tiptoes and looked around. It was good, the sky was completely dark, but I didn't know if it was that night or if it had already been a day.
Well, I'm not hungry either. At times like this, the stomach is always not hungry, so it can't be used as a basis for judgment.
He could only sense the surrounding situation with concentration. How long has passed? How much energy have I absorbed, and have I sucked the surroundings dry?
Nature responded to him immediately. Oak, beech, holly, oak...all kinds of trees responded to him in their own way, telling him:
It’s a long time! The sun rises and sets, and then rises and sets again for such a long time!
We are good!
We are doing very well!
The trees, shrubs, and weeds are all in very good condition, and the animals around are also very energetic!
Grete laughed relaxedly. He lowered his head, opened and closed his fingers, opened them again, and closed them again, and began to check his own status:
The five senses are normal, the fingers are flexible, and there are no signs of inhaling too much natural breath, bark growing on the back of the hand, and turning into a tree;
Mind...mind should be normal, there is no problem with emotion and reason. It doesn't look like it is blending into the wilderness or turning into a beast. To verify, maybe we should get a scale? Or, a high-level math question?
Grete subconsciously snapped his fingers, and the light and shadow in front of him intertwined, and he sketched out a mathematical problem that he had done before. It was very good, he recognized the formulas, and knew how to calculate, so his thinking was not hindered.
The feeling of being integrated into the world just now should have no sequelae, and it should not affect his spirit and brain power.
"What is he doing?"
Elder Tapros, who had been waiting in place for two days, walked out of the tent and looked at the Lord of Thunder in surprise. The Lord of Thunder also walked out of the magic cabin and looked out with his hands behind his hands. Hearing the elder's question, he glanced at him silently.
One glance and turned away:
"It's just mathematics. What magician can't do some mathematics?"
"oh……"
Elder Tapros groaned in pain. Mathematics, mathematics, why would he, a priest who understands nature and respects nature, plunge into mathematics?
He would rather observe the beauty of a flower blooming, feel the calmness of fallen leaves turning into mud, watch the thrill of animals hunting and escaping, and never bother with these mathematics!
"Little Grete's skills are still solid. Otherwise, it would be impossible to learn spell configurations so quickly." The Lord of Thunder looked at the green mist that had subsided, and his tone was inexplicably happy:
"Moreover, as he advanced, he created very powerful self-created magic every time. He went very steadily step by step. The future is worth looking forward to."
"You just don't have any self-created magic, right..." Elder Tapros groaned:
"I have advanced so many times, and the priest level has also been upgraded from level one to level nine. At least, I have to create my own magic!"
"There's nothing we can do about it."
The Lord of Thunder replied leisurely. He went out late at night, and his hair and clothes were not messy at all. He casually summoned a round table and dining chairs and sat down calmly.
With another flick, hot coffee, a three-story white porcelain dessert tower, and a dazzling array of seven or eight kinds of desserts appeared on the table.
The legendary mage even poured an extra cup of coffee, letting the milk foam spread out into the shape of branches and leaves on the surface of the coffee, and pushed it in front of the elder:
"What he usually spends his energy studying, what he uses most easily, and what he relies on when he advances must be that. After all, he advances so quickly, it's impossible for him to be proficient in all spells!"
"Then it doesn't necessarily mean it's magic this time. Maybe, he has reached level nine and feels that divine magic is also important?"
"Do you really believe this?"
"Would you like to bet something?"
Elder Tapros rummaged around on his body and took out a dark old vine bird, and patted it gently on the coffee table. The bird flapped its wings twice and stared at the Lord of Thunder with its jewel-encrusted eyes, "Chirp
"Chirp" cried out.
"Ha, bet? My disciple, do I know?"
The Lord of Thunder glanced at the bird on the table. With his eyesight and perception, he could only see a few functions such as increase, decrease, protection, natural breath, and communication.
However, there must be nothing wrong with the natural legend. This little bird can swallow Gretel in its belly to protect it, and it can withstand the storm and fly hundreds of miles away. Shouldn't it be a problem?
The other party was generous, so he couldn't be stingy anymore. The Lord of Thunder grabbed it casually, and a palm-sized cat cub fell out of his palm, shining brightly.
The kitten was silver-white all over, with only two eyes shining brightly, as if there were countless lightnings flowing inside. It fell on the table and rolled on the spot, sat upright, raised its paws to wash its face, and called "Mimi" twice.
Voice.
"Lightning spirit?" Elder Tapros rubbed it casually, and the kitten's hair fell in response to his hand, becoming extremely supple:
"You are willing to give it up!"
"Haha, why am I reluctant? Anyway, I can't lose the bet..."
The two legends were bickering word by word. The two great masters sat respectfully under the teacher, each looking at their nose, nose, mouth, and mouth, as if they didn't hear anything.
Serila turned a deaf ear, stretched her neck, and tried to look at the distant mountains:
Why hasn't Gretel finished it yet?
The last time I advanced, it seemed to take three days. How many days will it take this time? Five days? Six days?
What spell will be engraved with his mental power this time? Teleportation? Ice wall? It can't be a big fireball, right?
Gretel didn't choose any of them. After making sure that he was fine, he once again worked hard to sink into meditation and connect to the will of the world.
Very good, this time it was connected smoothly, just like "the posture is wrong, I got up and fell asleep again", and I can still continue to have the dream...
Although it is not very common, it is not that rare either. Otherwise, during the advancement of magicians, one by one, they would probably starve into mummies.
Not everyone has gifts from the will of the world!
Hmm...this gift from the will of the world is particularly generous...but, what should I choose for the spell to be engraved this time?
Calcium extraction?
It feels like the application field is too narrow, and it’s a pity to waste it here;
Teleportation?
This is also something he has studied carefully, but it is not original. The world will probably look down on it and will not give any extra bonus;
Secret eye?
In this aspect, he has some original ideas, such as reducing the size and bringing in his own light source. However, he still feels that it is a pity to use it here...
Got it!
Just choose this one!
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The elder forgot to say this when he appeared last time:
Tapros eye drops, also known as Tafluprostaglandin eye drops, are used to treat glaucoma...