Chapter 1089 The Mountain of Top Journal Papers (10,000 Rewards Plus 2 Updates)
Under the shade of the trees, it suddenly became quiet around the small table filled with various refreshments.
Young elf warriors and elf spellcasters, look at me and I look at you. Antu Yueying opened his mouth, looked at the healer lady beside him, and then tightly closed his lips into a line;
The spell caster Dela Van Losia raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something. He looked at the elder's face carefully and swallowed his words;
Aneri Linge, a disciple of Elder Fahim, endured and endured, and finally spoke:
"Teacher, you are going too far! You are an 11th-level magician who is still so young. You want him to publish articles in "Arcane" and "Magic"! How many more articles! You hide your identity and go to the Magic Council. How many levels of magician are you now, and you have only published a few articles!"
Farther away at the small round table, two elf warriors were heard whispering to each other and asking:
"Is "Arcane" and "Magic" great? Is it difficult to post articles on them?"
"I don't know! Who is happy to see that? I patrol the forest all day long and practice martial arts. I am exhausted..."
Serila tried her best to purse her lips, and the tips of her ears trembled again and again;
Bernard simply grabbed a big red fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, which made his cheeks bulge and he almost rolled his eyes;
Apa turned a deaf ear, flicked his tail slightly, and continued to chew~~~Keep chewing~~~Keep chewing~~~Oh, the berries in the rich forest are so sweet! It would be better if there was more meat...
Mr. Hawthorne: "..."
Ms. Jasmine: "..."
"Oh, oh, I didn't say I wanted him to do it." The old man laughed so hard that the tip of his beard trembled, and he half-turned his body to avoid the disciple's fierce and angry spray:
"You can do two works. I will consider him to have passed the second work. How about it, young man? If you have three articles and two works, I will count you as one author. As long as there are two articles and one article, I will open all Selwyn's treatments to you. Record it!”
Grete frowned and said nothing. Ai Xi Yuege took a quick glance and saw him pressing his hand on the space bag, hesitating, and he stopped talking several times. She couldn't help but bend her elbow and touch it:
"Why don't you even think about it?! You've posted a few articles yourself, don't you know?"
"No...Sister Yue Ge..." Gretel raised his right hand with a grimace and left the space bag:
"Let me think about it..."
Everything is mutual. Malice is mutual, and kindness is mutual;
If the other party starts questioning him sarcastically, criticizes viciously, and makes condescending conditions, then of course Gretel won't mind. He will discharge the journals in the space bag with a fan and slap the other party in the face;
However, Elder Fahim, with his legendary dignity, smiled and tried every means to find a way for him to pass;
His disciples were afraid that the conditions were too difficult and complained that the teacher was too excessive;
Naturally, Grete had to find ways to speak softer and softer. No matter what, we can’t keep the elders from coming to power!
"It's okay, just say it boldly." The old man finally calmed down his disciple, picked up a glass of tree sap to drink, and tapped on the table. The round table made of ancient vines grew in size until it reached the front of Grete:
"Even if you haven't published an article in "Arcane" or "Magic", you can also publish it in other journals... You haven't published it before, right? No way? It's been a long time since the old man read the paper. Give me something new. Let’s take a look at things!”
He stretched his neck forward and stared longingly at Grete - the empty table in front of him. Seeing this situation, Gretel could only make up his mind and started taking out papers one by one from the space bag:
"Study of a disease caused by close contact with bats," published in Arcane. The author, first-level magician Gretel Nordmark...
Elder Fahim browsed it quickly, without changing his expression, and passed it to his disciples. Aneri Linge took it with both hands, and then looked at the title, keywords and categories, and his hands shook:
"The Necromancy School? The Plague Branch? Didn't you say you are from the Evocation School?!"
"Ah...hehe..."
Grete laughed dryly. Is it too late for me to say this was an accident? Now, is it too late for me to say that this is just the academic classification method of the Parliament and does not represent my own preference?
By the way, don’t the elves know my nickname [Lord of Plagues]? Sister Yue Ge isn't that big-mouthed, so she hasn't spread this gossip everywhere, right?
He quickly handed over the second one. "Demonstrating the Nature of Combustion by Heating Mercury," published in Arcana, by Gretel Nordmark. Without even opening it, the title of this paper is written on the cover of the journal.
"It looks a bit like the plasticity system." The old man muttered. He opened the cover of the journal, scanned it ten lines at a glance, and continued to pass it down. When I raised my head again, there was already a small stack in front of me, with at least seven or eight books:
"Some records of observing cork, onions, meat and blood using a homemade microscope";
"Principles of Electrolysis";
"General Review of Infectious Disease Bacteria";
"On the Characteristics of Hand-cranked Generators and Alternating Current";
"Prevention and Treatment of Smallpox: Cowpox Vaccine"...
Elder Fahim read them one by one. Beside her, Aneri Lin Ge read one book after another; another book after another. After flipping through seven or eight books, my hands began to tremble a little:
Who is this!
Who is this little cub?
A kid in his early twenties, no, when this paper was published, he had already written seven or eight articles on "Arcane" and "Magic" before he was twenty!
What was she doing when she was twenty? What were the elves of Evermeet Island doing when they were twenty years old? Everyone is playing the piano, singing, shooting arrows, picking flowers, admiring the scenery, and eating and playing?
Of course, this cannot be generalized. After all, the growth rate of elves is slower than that of half-elves. But even with that in mind, she can confirm:
The cub in front of me, no, it can’t be called a cub anymore. An 11th-level magician should be treated as an adult anyway——
is a genius.
Absolute genius.
Her face was filled with shock. Next to her, the spellcaster Della Van Locia was holding a journal and was already looking at it completely.
As for the few soldiers, you pushed me and I pushed you, and the seat under their buttocks was already more than half a foot away from Gretel...
only……
"Well, what is your research direction?"
Miss Lin Ge has a book on her left hand called "The Properties and Magical Damage of a New Type of Ray" and a book on her right hand called "The Discovery of a New Type of Particle Far Smaller than an Atom". In front of her is a stack of related matters related to heart disease, cesarean section and blood type testing. The paper is full of confusion:
"Why do I look around and see that you are jumping back and forth between the evocation, conjuration and necromancy systems?"
"this……"
Gretel sweated. What should I say? I mainly focus on medical treatment, and other research is basically by-products, or I can just come up with a concept and leave it to the big guys to do it?
"It's really outstanding to be able to publish so many papers in top journals." Elder Fahim looked at Gretel with a smile, like the wolf grandmother looking at Little Red Riding Hood, wishing to devour him -
No, keep him by your side for a hundred or two hundred years, or even drag him back to the Elf Island, so that he can learn the magic and skills of the elves and identify himself as a member of the elves from the bottom of his heart.
Even if he is only half elf blood, such a young genius is indispensable to the elves!
If he agrees, the Elf Royal Family may even send him into the World Tree and replace the other half of his blood with elves!
"Having so many achievements is enough to prove that you have quite high attainments in treatment."
Elder Fahim had a book in his left hand called "Methods to Rescue Cardiac Arrest Using Electrical Magic" and a book in his right hand called "A Method to Use [Identification of Bloodline] to Identify Tiny Pathogenic Factors". He nodded to Gretel with a smile:
"Welcome to join the ranks of treating Selwyn. Come on, Aneri, take out my treatment records and let the mage Nodmark take a look at it."
With his order, Aneri Linge stood up and ran into the wooden house. In a moment, he came out with a thick stack of information. Grete nodded to her in thanks, glanced at her, and immediately froze:
Elder!
Your [Copying Technique] copies too quickly!
He opened his mouth, but finally closed it, and looked down at his information. After reading two lines, the corners of my eyes twitched:
"The patient said that on the third day after entering the elven secret realm, the elements inside were already very disordered. He propped up his shield and walked forward cautiously, but he accidentally encountered an explosion.
Before he fell into coma, he saw an unprecedented bright light, as if he saw a thousand suns in an instant..."
This description... this description...
He wouldn't have seen the atomic bomb explode, would he?
Or a hydrogen bomb explosion?
No, how far is the patient from the explosion site? How strong is his magic shield and how strong his physical fitness can support him in coming out alive after encountering an explosion?
Grete pondered for a moment and planned to ask Elder Fahim how big the Elf Secret Realm was, how big the dangerous area was, and which area Mr. Selwyn had gone deep into.
However, at this moment, he still held the medical history and continued reading:
"...The patient fainted on the spot. After waking up, he found that his spell-casting ability was extremely weak, as if he had lost contact with the elements... He could not even cast the transformation spell, so he could only run in human form and leave the secret realm..."
This... he was still able to run despite being seriously injured, which is really a strong physical fitness. However, after being injured and losing the ability to cast spells, what is the nature of the injury?
He didn't know what injuries would affect his ability to cast spells!
Could it be that the brain or nerves were damaged? Can an MRI confirm the diagnosis? ...It's over, he doesn't know how to rub his hands for MRI or anything like that...
"There were extensive burns and ulcers all over his body... The effect of the spell treatment was very poor. He would often be cured in the morning and start to shed in the afternoon... The vision in his left eye and the hearing in his left ear began to have problems, and he even had visual hallucinations. listen……"
Grete held the medical records and fell into deep thought. What kind of injury is this?
What kind of injury is this, and how should it be treated?
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