Chapter 920: Aboriginal boy: Please let me join the team!
Gretel lowered his head silently, holding back a sigh and an outburst of curses.
This is already good, he thought, already good. He just took advantage of the information gap to take advantage of the situation, forcing the natives to join the immigrants and sell their labor in order to have enough to eat and survive...
There is even a way for the natives to survive. As long as they are willing to accept employment, they will have food and can survive.
There was no massacre, no looting, and no deliberate or unintentional release of various infectious disease sources.
There was no reward order, 100 gold coins for the scalp of every man over 12 years old, 50 gold coins for the scalp of every woman or child, no boots made of indigenous leather to show off...
But Gretel is still very sad. It would be great if the parliament had stronger strength, higher productivity, and more humanistic care. In that case, it could do better.
You can use softer methods, use more advanced civilization, and richer life to slowly attract, assimilate, and accept these indigenous people into one body. Instead of leaving too much death and hatred in the process...
He forked a piece of steak with force and stuffed it into his mouth. He choked instantly and rolled his eyes. Cerira looked sideways at him, waved her arm, and patted him hard on the back:
"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Gretel curled up and coughed until tears came out.
The group was in chaos for a long time. When Gretel finally calmed down, Cerela waved her hand and removed the barrier between them and the bonfire.
Bernard opened the lid of the saucepan again, and Valensimo put the pan back on the fire. Appa snorted, lowered his head, and continued to quietly eat his portion of the roast.
Gretel raised his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled at Raton:
"Sorry, I choked all of a sudden. You're welcome, keep eating, let's chat while eating and so on!"
He quickly knelt down and pointed at a big fish that had just been removed from the stone slab and was sizzling oil. Laton immediately took back the antler fork in his hand and saw a faint brilliance emitting from Grete's hand.
:
"!"
"Okay, you can eat." Gretel raised his head and smiled at the guest. A breeze passed by and he cut the grilled fish into seven or eight even pieces. Then, the mage's hand deformed and took a piece of fish tail for himself:
"This way there will be no sting."
Laton forked a piece of fish doubtfully. Sure enough, the small spines inside the fish meat had almost become soft and elastic. If you bite into it, you can cut it off with your teeth. He chewed hard for a few times, and his mouth was full of oil:
"This is good! This is good!"
The young native's whole face lit up. He leaned forward and then leaned back, trying hard not to spit his saliva on the stone slab:
"How is this done? With this method, the children of our tribe are no longer afraid of fish bones stuck in their throats! You don't know, every spring when the mountains and rivers come down, half of our food is fish!"
"Well...this is the method of the spell caster..."
"Can I learn?" Raton moved twice impatiently. However, everyone was eating around the fire, with Apa on his left and Valensimo on his right, and they couldn't move to Grete.
The indigenous boy had no choice but to half-prop himself up, took off the necklace around his neck, and slapped it in front of Gretel. A string of animal teeth, animal bones, beaks and claws, turquoise cat's eye, amber, and various other gems shone in the firelight.
Glow:
"I can pay you! I am a student of the Great Witch Festival, and I know how to cast spells! If these are not enough, I can also be your guide! Anyway, I will be outside this winter, and you can climb the mountains with me.
It will be much more convenient!”
Grete hesitated for a moment. Through the spiritual connection, Barensimo's communication was already transmitted:
"Boss, these beast teeth and bones are likely to contain beast souls. The gems are also useful to spell casters. There are always spell casters willing to pay big prices for them. Moreover, having the Son of Dawn accompanying him over the mountain will reduce the cost a lot.
Danger."
Gretel nodded slightly. It was not that he was unwilling to teach his magic, especially this spell, which could reduce the risk of fish bones getting stuck to many children. The problem is:
"Well, let me explain briefly first. First of all, to activate this spell, you need to use your mental power to cover the entire fish and accurately find every fish bone..."
Laton's beautiful black eyes immediately froze. He stared at the fish pieces in front of him, looking hard, looking hard, as if staring like this could touch the tiny fish bones with his mental power.
After a while, he wailed:
"...I can't find it at all! I can only feel the big bone in it! But that big bone doesn't need to be removed in the first place!"
There was nothing that could be done if the mental power could not cover it so delicately. After Gretel advanced to the ninth level, he slowly practiced playing whack-a-mole with the electric ball given by the teacher, and then he practiced to the point where he could cover every little thorn.
The warrior level of this indigenous boy named Raton is definitely less than level 9, probably only level 7 or 8. The caster level, based on the mental power Grete feels, is maybe only level 2 or 3?
Grete smiled and pushed the necklace back, indicating that if you can't learn it, forget it and the tuition will not be charged. But Laton immediately sat back down and even leaned back as much as possible:
"It doesn't matter if you can't do it! I can practice slowly in the future! What's next? What's the next step?"
...The next step is to extract the calcium from the bones. Gretel opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment:
How should I tell him to extract an active metal element called Ca from the fish bones, with an atomic number of 20, an atomic weight of 40.078, a valency of +2, and a silvery white color in the elemental state, from its compound?
This guy is a native! He is not even as good as the magicians of the Council! The Council, or at least the magicians of Nevis, after all these years of hard work, they still have some idea of elemental elements!
For the sake of the children of the tribe, Gretel had to rack his brains to find a way to make people understand. He said slowly:
"Next, we have to pull out the hard things from the fish bones..."
"hard?"
"hard."
Grete nodded vigorously. Laton frowned and murmured to himself repeatedly:
"Hard...hard...hard..."
He stretched out his hand to grasp, grasped, and grasped again. Gretel concentrated on sensing it, and there seemed to be vague magic fluctuations in the air. It was very obscure, and it was completely different from the variant of the antidote he used.
The problem is, the fish bones don’t seem to change shape under his spell...
"He seems to want to extract the concept of 'hardness'." In the spiritual connection, Cerela commented quietly:
"This is not easy. With his level, he can't do it, right?"
"Forget it, eat first!" Laton resolutely gave up trying:
"Nothing can make me give up a big meal! Let's talk about studying and stuff tomorrow!"
After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and left quickly. That night, far away from the camp, there were whistles, blows, neighs, and running sounds that rang intermittently all night long.
Early the next morning, as soon as Grete and everyone got up, they saw Raton riding a big deer and appearing in front of them with a smile on his face:
"Dear Mr. Spellcaster! Please let me follow you and learn this spell from you! I will send you over the mountain!"
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