It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 989: Mr. Trocca has recovered, and the money is divided among the big scales!
Chapter 989: Mr. Trocca has recovered, and the money is divided among the big scales!
Seeing Mr. Trocca jumping and trying to catch the feather, at least half of the archmages who were watching laughed. The other half who didn't laugh were busy doing various things around the feather.
Various checks:
"There are no remaining soul fragments. There are no remaining emotional echoes."
When it comes to the demon pet of the younger generation, Archmage Heines did his part, making gestures one after another, and waves of magic enveloped the feathers one after another. At the same time, his eyes emitted a faint light, scanning carefully from top to bottom.
Pass:
"No problem. Don't worry about absorbing it. You won't be swallowed by the contents inside."
Archmage Baierbo stood on the other side, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and his attention was focused on the feather. Look at the feather, then at Mr. Trocca, then at the feather, and then at the black cat:
"The nature of the power is a bit conflicting, so be careful when absorbing it. However, the power is strong enough. If it is absorbed safely, it should be enough to make up for his losses."
"Meow……"
Mr. Trocca turned his head, pressed his paws on the ground, and nodded to Archmage Baierbo, his chin touching the ground. He turned his head and continued to concentrate on flapping the feather.
"Not only can I make up for it, but I may also be able to take this opportunity to take a step forward." Archmage Vickers of the Alchemy Department stared closely at the feather, with envy beyond words.
If he hadn't really lost face and couldn't snatch the things given to his demon pet by his descendants, he would have almost stretched out his hand and grabbed the feather. He would have rubbed it, observed it with a magnifying glass and microscope, and then put it on the scale to weigh it, using various methods.
Soaking in potion...
Even if he couldn't get started, it did not affect the archmage's judgment on unfamiliar materials. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the feathers that had been grabbed by the black cat's claws and bit hard, with golden shadows reflected in his pupils on both sides:
"This feather has a very high level of power essence. If its essence can be digested, this little guy has the potential to rise to level 15 or above in the future. But take it slow... You must take your time, don't rush...
"
"Can it be absorbed now?" Gretel stroked the cat's head and asked on behalf of Linn. Several archmages looked at each other, and finally, the archmage Mansfield of the conjuration system came forward to answer:
"Okay. Just here, absorb a little bit first. It will be safer with us watching."
As he spoke, Mr. Trocca had already torn off a small piece of barbule, chewed it hard in three mouthfuls. Then, he threw himself into Linn's arms, and the whole cat curled up into a ball and remained motionless in his arms.
Already.
Gretel secretly activated [Detection Magic] and stared at the black cat carefully. He saw a ball of blazing golden light going down the black cat's throat, passing through the esophagus, chest, and falling into the abdomen. It paused, rotated, and exploded.
bright
Gradually, gradually, the nodes and lines that I saw last time on Mr. Trocca gradually became brighter one by one.
The golden light was restricted by the lines and could not emit a certain range. It could only reveal a hazy glow outside the array of lines.
The surrounding lines and nodes seemed to be filled with golden river water into the embankment. From the 5-watt incandescent lamp, it lit up to 10 watts, then to 15 watts...
"Did you see it too?" Archmage Baierbo suddenly asked. Seeing Gretel nodding, he pointed at those nodes and said:
"When all the injured nodes are repaired, we can extend outward to repair the missing nodes. Once all are repaired, the black cat will be restored to its original state, and it should be possible to take another step forward."
Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, and a sincere smile finally filled his face. Thank God, this time he came to the New World, and his original goal was finally accomplished. Linn was rescued, and Mr. Trocca will be fine soon.
He reached out and stroked the black cat's soft fur, put the feather back into the box, and handed it to Lin En. Watching him put the box into the space bag, he couldn't help but warn carefully:
"Let it be eaten slowly, don't be too quick. After all, the strength and properties of these things are different. If you eat too much, it will explode easily."
"I know." Linn also had a smile on his face and scratched Mr. Trocca's chin:
"I'll tease him with this feather later. If I can hit it, I'll let him bite off a piece of it. If he can't, I won't feed him. Looking at him like this, he hasn't digested what he ate last time, so he probably doesn't have the strength to pounce.
…”
...Okay, this feather really becomes a cat-teasing stick?
Gretel was unable to complain for a while. Archmage Baierbo looked at them speechlessly, turned to the Golden Eagle Warrior who came to give gifts, and nodded deeply:
"Thank you for the gift. Now that Mr. Trocca can recover, his matter ends here. Next, after settling the payment, we will leave."
The faces of the Golden Eagle warriors who came to deliver the gifts froze. Including the Tratoani followers, their faces were covered with a layer of black energy. Gretel could read on their faces without releasing [Thought Reading]:
"Help!"
"Not enough gold!"
"Where can I find so much gold?"
However, it is obvious that such words cannot be said. On the one hand, you have already agreed to the other party's things and cannot go back on it; on the other hand, the power of the magicians is clearly there.
After fighting side by side with the magicians, the Eagle God and the Snake God issued the following oracles:
Meet them!
Try to satisfy them!
Let the warriors, nobles, and priests hand over all the gold! According to the previous agreement, for every visiting magician and warrior who can defeat several Golden Eagle warriors, how many life-size golden statues will be cast for them!
"Well, we are collecting gold and summoning the best craftsmen in the country..." Tratoani's follower lowered his head and replied respectfully:
"After all, it takes time to cast a gold statue... When the craftsmen are gathered together and ready to make the statue mold, we will invite you again..."
Let them stall for time by casting a gold statue?
Or should we just start talking?
The Archmage discussed for a moment in the spiritual connection, and decided that it would be better to speed up. Airships, such large war equipment, cannot always stop thousands of miles away.
Hurry up and finish the conversation, hurry up and return, leaving the mage who is in charge of local affairs behind, and slowly grind with them...
After the decision was made, Archmage Baierbo didn't say a word and directly glanced at Gretel. Gretel responded lightly:
"Ah, there is no need for craftsmen. A life-size gold statue is, after all, just a gold statue of the same volume."
He sketches light and shadow casually:
"Dig a pond and fill it with water. I go in and let the water cover my head. The excess water flows out of the pond and I put gold into it until the water is equal to the edge of the pond. Isn't that okay?"
As for whether the gold invested contains too much silver, or whether the gold objects are hollow, we will supervise this when we can throw it away. At the moment, it is more important to speed up...
The opinions of the Plague Lord must be respected. Early the next morning, in the square in the center of the two pyramids, the rocks softened, deformed, and sank downwards. In full view of everyone, a square stone pool stood in front of everyone.
The clear water summoned by the Water Making Technique fell down and filled the pool. Gretel slowly walked down the steps in the pool, stood directly at the bottom of the pool, and then walked up from the other side. He waved away the water vapor on his clothes and pointed to
pool:
"Here, throw the gold."
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