However, during this period of time, Gretel has really not accumulated much experience in shaping spells. As the saying goes, "Your eyes will betray you, your ears will betray you, but math won't. If you can't do math, you won't." Gretel is now
also the same
Knocking on the head was of no use, and even if he picked it up and shook it, he couldn't shake out any plasticity spells. Archmage Baierbo raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes, and looked at Gretel with his arms folded. Gretel could only raise his face and face him.
laugh:
"Senior brother~"
"Don't call me senior brother!" Archmage Baierbo wanted to hit him twice more:
"Have you finished writing the paper? Read your book after you finish it! Before the big team sets off, you should read the book quickly. If you have any questions that you don't understand, I can't answer them. You can also send a message to the teacher through the Mage Tower!"
Although the Mage Tower needs to consume a lot of energy to transmit a message, but, well, who made little Gretel a fortune? Those high-level Warcraft crystal cores and mid-level Warcraft crystal cores, take out a handful from the box, they are enough.
Yes!
Gretel was speechless and crawled to read a book. Many of the materials given by his senior brother were the secrets of Thunder Horn, and even the originals were like the information written on the skin of an unknown animal, and that book
Yellow, hard, and brittle manuscripts.
Ordinary magicians can only borrow copies at most, and even copies cannot be borrowed. They can only read on the terminal projected by the tower spirit, and some are not even allowed to copy. But the senior brother can actually borrow the original and travel all the way to the
here:
It is estimated that in addition to his own credibility, he may also have taken advantage of the teacher.
But it's worth it. The notes of high-level mages often include the imprints of mental power left unconsciously at the moment of recording. They may be calm, intense, ambitious, or frightening.
By experiencing these impressions, you can get several times or even dozens of times more information than simply reading the text.
However, except for the core disciples of a school, it is impossible for ordinary magicians to get this kind of treatment. Even for him, it is best to read these materials early, then hand them to the senior brother, and bring them back as they are with the airship.
Good for everyone.
Otherwise, precious documents will be lost outside, and the senior brother and even the teacher will be disgraced.
Grete threw himself into the paperwork and gnawed at it for two days in the dark. On the third night, he was finally dragged out by his senior brother:
"Don't be too busy reading! We're leaving tomorrow. Check your things and see what else needs to be replenished! If you miss this place, you won't have anywhere to buy it in the future!"
"Didn't I buy enough things... I bought enough things before setting off from Nevis, enough to last for several years..."
Grete was all muttering and was carried out of the hotel. As soon as he went out, he saw Cerrela, Linn, Bernard, and Mr. Valencimo, standing in a row, waiting for him. Serrela
Smiling and waving to him:
"Gretel, come on! Let's go shopping! We found a very interesting store!"
Ah...Okay. We will board the airship tomorrow. The size of the airship is only so small. It can hold a large group of people and carry cargo. Gretel took a breath and stepped onto the street:
"Okay, let's go together!"
People were coming and going on the street. After a little observation, Grete found that the direction of the flow of people was very purposeful:
Most of them were walking along the line in the center of the port town. There were also some people walking in a hurry, carrying bags and trailers, and walking to higher places outside the town. Looking up slightly, there was a park on the flat ground at the top of the hill.
A very eye-catching airship.
"What are they doing? Haven't they finished replenishing supplies?"
"Of course." Archmage Baierbo walked slowly with his hands behind his back:
"In addition to supplies, we also need to add some manpower. In particular, we are looking for some businessmen who are willing to go to the Eagle Country to open stores or at least do short-term acquisitions. Those in Nevis, alas..."
Grete nodded silently. Most of the merchants who have been rooted in Nevis for a long time have their own customary channels for importing and exporting goods. On the contrary, these merchants who have gone overseas to explore markets are more familiar with the situation in the New World and have more flexible business methods?
He just chatted with his senior brother for a few words before he was pulled forward by Sai Rui. It was said to be shopping, but it was actually not that far away. The largest shops in the town were scattered around the small square in the center of the town:
"Mayflower" Tavern, the largest pub in the town and the only three-story pub;
The "Wheel and Anchor" hotel is next to the tavern, and sailors smelling of the sea come in and out, singing loudly;
The "Qianli Road" saddlery store has a fairly large yard behind the store, and a row of stables on the edge of the yard. In addition, there is a special narrow fence, which is convenient for driving horses in, shoeing and changing horseshoes;
The "Mithril Rose" Hotel is the hotel where Grete and the others stayed. In fact, all spellcasters will be guided to this hotel after arriving in Waltham...
Gretel, on the other hand, was dragged by Cerela into the small street behind the "Mithril Rose". After three detours and two detours, she arrived at a warm house:
The three-story red brick house has clean walls and is surrounded by a rose hedge, forming a small courtyard. It’s not even early summer yet, and there are already dots of flowers poking out from the hedge.
Pink, white and light red, lively and lively.
"This is a home, right? Doesn't it look like a shop?"
Gretel raised his head in the dusk and looked around. Cerela had already pulled him around to the front. After less than half a turn, there was a gust of wind carrying a scent that hit his nostrils, warm and rich, and made his stomach growl.
shouted. Serila had already caught up two steps and shouted:
"Uncle Hawthorne! We are here to eat!"
"I'm coming!"
A tall man with black hair and black hair quickly walked out of the house. He had deep eyebrows and a clean shave, with only a short black beard on his upper lip. He smiled warmly and leaned forward to push open the short wooden door in the middle of the hedge.
, Serila couldn’t wait to jump in.
Grete stopped at the garden door and looked up at the sign hanging high under the window sill on the second floor of the house:
"Flint and Jasmine..."
"Flint and Jasmine Adventure Supplies Store!" The man who opened the door said with a hearty smile:
"That's right, it's right here! It sells all kinds of adventure supplies, and also has a small restaurant. My wife's cooking is delicious!"
Cerira had already passed him by and rushed in quickly. Within a moment, her cheers rang out in the kitchen:
"Apple pie! Honey grilled ribs! Red wine beef tongue! Crab cakes! Sister Jasmine, you are great! By the way, these are for you!"
Uncle Hawthorne, Sister Jasmine, what kind of self-taught names are these... Gretel just shook off his sweat when he heard bang, bang, bang, bang, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and unfamiliar exclamations, at the same time
The kitchen sounded.
Grete was startled, but the face of the shopkeeper, Uncle Hawthorne, changed, and he rushed into the kitchen in three steps at a time. He ran with a slight limp, but his speed was faster than Grete:
"Jasmine! What's wrong with you? Ah!"
Grete followed closely and saw seven or eight big blue lobsters crawling all over the ground, one by one, one by one, in front of Cerela. Cerela was holding one in her hand and holding it high.
In front of him, he showed a young woman in her twenties:
"This is what I caught all afternoon! It's the biggest one!"
Gretel sighed silently. The lobster's two large claws were spread out, wider than her shoulders, and it was as tall as half a person from head to tail. The shrimp gun was hard and pointed upward, wrapped in a dense cold air. That's it.
Energy fluctuation, level 5 monster guaranteed.
Serira, if you throw it out like this, you have to see if others can do it...
Unknowingly, he had said these words. Cerira turned back and rolled her eyes at him:
"If you don't want to kill me, come and kill me! I can kill them! I've killed them all, please ask Sister Jasmine to do it again!"
Her tone was full of coquettishness. Grete smiled and saw "Sister Jasmine" wiping her hands on her apron, taking out a sharp knife calmly. She took the blue lobster with her other hand and slapped it on the eucalyptus board.
Nature has tough vines entangling the giant lobster:
"Is there anything that can't be done? I just haven't seen such a big blue lobster in many years. They are hard to catch... Pretty girl, you go to the store and it will be ready in a moment! Do you want to do all of these?
?”
"Make it all! Let's eat together!" Cerira nodded vigorously. Regardless of what the landlady said behind her, "This is too expensive", she turned around like a whirlwind and dragged Grete out of the kitchen:
"Gretel, look! There are some gadgets here, they are so interesting!"
After leaving the kitchen and coming to the front hall, Gretel carefully observed the entire "Flint and Jasmine" room. With the main entrance as the boundary, the first floor is divided into left and right sides:
On the left hand side, there are three or four sets of tables and chairs of different sizes, a wooden platform by the window, and a row of high round stools behind the wooden platform. Looking at the furnishings, it is obvious that it is a small restaurant, which can accommodate twenty or thirty people in total;
There is a long counter on the right hand side, which is full of magic potions and magic scrolls commonly used by adventurers. But it is not these that attract Gretel's attention, but a small camp at the end of the counter against the wall.
The camp was surrounded by a pile of cobblestones, with fishing nets covering the top, creating a small independent world. There was a tent in the center, and runes loomed on the leather. Grete glanced at it and saw waterproof, insect repellent, and warmth.
and many other uses;
Open the tent curtain and look through the opening. Inside, you will find floor mats, sleeping bags, water bottles and other supplies. Outside the tent, there are also some strange-looking gadgets piled up:
After charging, it can emit steady strong light or a flashing tube;
A heating column that can emit light and heat within a certain range and keep you warm;
A small, portable version of a heat lamp;
Or maybe it's a round can engraved with fire heating runes...
"Oh, be careful about this!" Gretel was about to reach out to take it, but was stopped by Mr. Hawthorne:
"This is a high-pressure heating tank. There is nothing in it now. Don't open it! It will explode!"
"Did you invent all of these?" Gretel looked at them one by one, his eyes sparkling. What a great thing! With these things, they don't have to do everything by themselves when camping outside!
Although it's not impossible to do it yourself... But who doesn't want to be lazy when you can... It's a pity that I couldn't buy it in Nevis. Last time I came to Waltham, I was in a hurry and couldn't take a good stroll.
visit……
"Yes!" Mr. Hawthorne laughed:
"When I was an adventuring mercenary in the cold Northland, I wished I had these things! Now that I am a shopkeeper, I will try my best to create them, hoping to bring convenience to other adventurers! What do you think? Are you interested?"
"It's quite ingenious." He took the jar from Gretel with his other hand, turned it upside down, and looked at it carefully. Archmage Baierbo quickly looked around and nodded:
"Are you interested in taking another adventure? Find a new, interesting place to provide convenience for new adventurers?"
****
Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of...