It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 974: The main force of the parliament has arrived——Senior brother, don’t hit me on the head! (Updated update 4)
Chapter 974: The main force of the parliament has arrived——Senior brother, don’t hit me on the head! (Updated update 4)
"When will someone come to the house..."
"Yeah, when will someone come to the house..."
Grete and Lynn sat in the hotel in the small town of Waltham, sighing at each other.
They ran all the way back to the town where they started from on the east coast. They sent back the news through the Mage Tower (the identity of the ninth-level mage and a large box of magic crystal energy played a big role), and they had nothing to do and just stayed here in a daze every day.
What?
shop?
In such a small town, it only takes less than half an hour to walk from the port to the edge of the wasteland. What is there to see?
The entire port combined is almost full of shops selling various raw materials, such as Warcraft meat, Warcraft skins, Warcraft tendons, various medicinal materials, large and small pearls, and Warcraft bones. Walking down the street to the end of the street, and then walking to the end of the street, basically
Just seen enough.
Gretel has a lot of these raw materials in his hands, and they are the top quality. Places close to human society basically do not produce powerful monsters, and they are nothing interesting.
In addition to the raw material store, there are still a few stores selling cloth, scissors, needlework, and daily necessities; a store selling clothes and jewelry; a store selling paper, pens, ink, knives, and candles; and a store selling adventurer supplies.
's store.
If the items inside were placed in Nevis, they wouldn't even be sold in mid-range communities. They could only be sold in slums. Even if they were placed here, Grete put half of his head in, took a look in the dim light, and turned his head.
Just leave
Shopping is nothing to do, and there is no scenery when traveling. I wanted to catch a fish, but within two minutes of sitting at the beach, Serila made a "plop" and went directly into the water. Then, the huge, dark shadow dived to the bottom of the sea.
.
Gretel: "..."
Serira, we are fishing, not catching fish! If you dive down, will there be any fish in the surrounding sea?
Then, there was no place to go shopping or entertainment (Barensimo never tired of going to bars and dealing with waitresses every day, and Grete was scared just by looking at it).
The two people who dismantled the spell model until they vomited had no choice but to sit in the hotel and sigh.
When will people come from the country... Don't let them wait for three months... In other words, the fastest sea ship will take one and a half months. I don't know if the parliament has enough courage to directly send an alchemy ship, or compare it to an alchemy ship.
Stronger...
"Meow"
Mr. Trocca suddenly shouted. With a slight jump, he jumped from the table to the window sill, and stretched out his claws into the distant air. He scratched, slapped, and scratched again.
Grete and Linn turned their heads at the same time, raised their heads, and looked at the sky. Their eyes widened at the same time:
"What's this!"
In the sky very far away, a black spot grew from small to large, approaching very fast. At first glance, it seemed that it was still at the limit of visual distance, and only a small dot could be seen;
At the second glance, it looks like a barracuda with wings, stirring the sea of clouds and swimming freely between the clouds and the sky;
Looking at it for the third time, it turns out that this barracuda is composed of two parts. The lower fusiform cabin is divided into two parts based on the color of the center line. The lower part is as light and white as the sky, and the upper part is as dark as the earth;
And above the fusiform cabin, a row of sails was spread out, staggered front and back, and full of bulges. At first glance, it looked like it was made of canvas. If you look closely, you will see that there is light flowing on each sail, all seven colors, and countless magic.
The symbol rises slightly, faintly visible.
"This is...this is..."
"Airship? Such a big airship?!" Gretel stretched his neck and tried his best to look around. He had seen and ridden on the parliament's airship. There was a place near the summit of Yingor Peak that was dedicated to
Park the airship;
However, such a large airship flies thousands of miles directly from Nevis. It is conceivable that it may even have to fly thousands of miles from here to the Land of Eagles...
The parliament is so generous this time!
Gretel suddenly felt his shoulders sinking. Such a large airship had been mobilized. It can be imagined that the parliament was very determined and invested a lot this time. With such a large investment, if it loses money...
I don’t know if I can make up for this loss if I robbed all the Eagle Kingdom?
Amitabha, it is good. It is better not to have such bad thoughts, and try to be kind to others to achieve a win-win situation...
"By the way, should we go and greet him?"
Linn stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him. Gretel looked at the airship ahead from a distance, his eyes empty:
"I was wondering, does this small town of Waltham have an apron...or an airport? Where will this airship land if it lands?"
Before he finished speaking, a beam of colored light shot out from the top of the mage tower at the port, heading straight for the airship. The colored light shot straight up into the sky, reached near the airship, and with a snap, unfolded into a light curtain, blocking the airship.
later.
The airship also shot down a ray of light and hit the light curtain. The two rays of light entangled each other for a while, merged into one, folded downwards, and disappeared silently into the mage tower. And in the mage tower, soon
A mage flew up and stood high in the sky, stroking his chest and saluting:
"The presiding mage of Waltham Port, Blanche Astrea, welcomes all the archmages! Please follow me."
"Come on, let's go too. When they land and they still can't see us, we're afraid we're going to get knocked on the head..."
However, Grete, who went to greet him honestly, still did not escape the fate of being knocked on the head. The first time Senior Brother Byerbo saw him, he stretched out his hand, and a translucent mage's hand flew out and hit him.
He smashed several chestnuts on his forehead:
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
"Ouch! It hurts!" Grete held his head and cried out in pain:
"Big Brother! Why are you hitting me!"
He was beaten obediently, but Cerira couldn't stand it anymore. She stood aside, with a straight face, and stretched out her hand to grab the mage's hand. Halfway up, Grete held her hand down, and winked at her:
Don't fight with your senior brother, you can't beat him! If you get knocked twice, your senior brother will stop. If you fight with him, I will get even more hits!
Cerela stood aside with her mouth open. The mage's hand changed from bending two fingers to hit the head, to spreading the whole hand and patting Gretel on the head. Senior Brother Baierbo folded his arms and laughed:
"You are so capable! You have actually become the Lord of Plague? Huh? Do you know that the neighbor came to show off to the teacher specifically for this?"
"Well……"
Grete slumped down in despair. Really, it was the necromancers who called him out, and they even came to the teacher to laugh at him. It was really annoying!
If I couldn't beat him...
"Do you know you are in danger this time?"
The senior brother slapped him on the head enough before throwing him a lot of information. There were thick books in 16 to 8 format with hard covers and gold corners. He held them in his hands, with two
With her arms sinking, Cerela quickly took it and stuffed it into her own space equipment;
There was a large piece of hard leather with many words carved on it, with rough handwriting. The other side of the leather was quite rough and felt like scales;
There were stacks of bound papers, and Grete glanced at them, looking like papers copied from a thesis library;
There is a small book with yellow and brittle edges. I don’t know which predecessor’s notes it is...
"These are the traps that the senior mages have fallen into. Take a good look at them." The senior brother earnestly urged, wishing that he could hold Gretel's ears with his mage's hands and pour all these words into his head:
"In the past, there were mages who showed their power in the wilderness, among the indigenous tribes, or while exploring different spaces, and were worshiped. After worshiping and worshiping, the power was taken astray."
Having said this, his face suddenly became serious. He had obviously read these records and was deeply shocked by the horrors in them:
"The luckier ones spent more than half of their strength, cut off from their own spiritual power, and barely escaped; the unlucky ones indulged in the power brought by that kind of worship, and in the end, the whole person became what the indigenous people thought.
It looks like I can’t find myself again at all.”
Gray shivered. Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, he made a prompt decision and blasted away those calls of "Plague Lord". If there was a little bit of greed and addiction...
If he doesn't do it right, he will now be wandering in the wilderness of the New World and look like the plague girl. Oh, the possibility of that look is not high. After all, he is taller and stronger, so he might...become uglier.
?
"Take these back and take a good look at them." Senior Brother Baierbo warned him earnestly:
"Look at the path that our predecessors have walked and the mistakes they have made. By the way, remember to write down your situation this time and submit it to the parliament. This is a very valuable experience. Your experience will also serve as a guide for future generations.
do not forget!"
Grete nodded obediently with a grimace. It's over. Originally, "Lord of Plague" was just a joke. Everyone yelled and laughed, and it was dismissed. Now it's on paper, what are you going to do to him?
Death, write it down exactly as it is...
After this report is submitted to Parliament, will the name "Lord of the Plague" be nailed to his forehead and never be washed away?
"By the way, where is your paper?"
"Ah? Essay?"
"You've advanced to level 10! During this time in the New World, you haven't gained any new insights? No research on new magic? No new experiments?"
The senior brother rolled his eyes at him angrily and threw out questions one after another. If he asked a question, Gretel would lower his head a little; if he asked another question, he would lower his head a little more:
"I'm here to take risks and save people this time... The experiment is new but..."
"No buts! No buts!" The mage raised his hand again and struck his head:
"In the past few days, you should sort out your thoughts and write a paper quickly! Before we set off, the paper must be finished and sent to Nevis through the Mage Tower! Let the teacher also take a look at your recent progress!
"
Grete:!!
No, I'm already level 10! I'm already halfway to becoming a legend! Why am I still being urged to write a paper when I take a risk to save someone?
Even if primary school students are on summer vacation, they don’t have to write summer homework every day!
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