Chapter 1139 Their God Is Dying? ! (Happy Sea Monster Will Be Rewarded with More Rewards)

"So, little Gretel went to get ore?"

Archmage Baierbo asked in disbelief. Getting mineral sand is such a cumbersome physical work. Is it worth Gretel's doing it himself?

Little Gretel is so lazy! If he can ride a Silver Moon Deer, he must not walk. If he can carry things in a space bag, he must not hold things with his hands. If a problem can be solved with magic, he must not use his hands!

He was trained as a knight because his teacher couldn't stand his reaction ability and sent a message to the people from the God of War Temple to train him under his supervision!

When he entered the dwarf mines before, saying that he wanted to solve the problem of mithril smelting, he never touched the hammer from the beginning to the end. Later, when he went to the dwarf royal court and participated in the whole king selection battle, he could still not touch the hammer from the beginning to the end...

How would such a lazy person get mineral sand? !

Are you sure this is real Gretel? Hasn't he been impersonated or controlled by some strange person?

"Yes, Grete said that his research here has temporarily encountered a bottleneck." Ashe Yuege replied with a smile:

"In his words, being idle is idle anyway, so why not take a walk around. To the west of the big forest, the mountain range known as the 'Spine of the Earth' is still very interesting. He wants to see the country on the mountain range. "

"oh……"

Archmage Baierbo understood immediately. To put it bluntly, it's just that the research is stuck and I want to take advantage of it - magicians often do this kind of thing.

Such was the case with the young magician in his laboratory. If it weren't for the lab system, I could go out "looking for inspiration" four days a week.

Of course, the vast majority of young magicians, called researchers, are actually magic coolies. They just work obediently in the laboratory. What are they looking for for inspiration? Low-level coolies don’t need inspiration!

But when it comes to Grete's level, or to be precise, to the level where he is qualified to conduct research independently, inspiration is very necessary. For example, the conjuration system's [Time Walker] McDowell's Legend...

Cough, this example is not very good, please try another one. For example, he and Junior Sister Philby, no matter how intense their research or busy they are with experiments, they still have to go to concerts, operas, and various performances every now and then.

Maybe the girl dancing on the stage and the beautiful lines drawn by her fingertips can make the difficulty of a certain spell configuration suddenly clear?

"So, is it convenient for me to find him?"

Archmage Baierbo asked with a smile. He picked up the old vine bird and turned it around in his hand——

The little bird on the ancient vine hung its head feebly, its belly was bulging, and it jumped on the palm of the archmage. The height of its jump was never more than 1 centimeter. Ashe Yuesong asked subconsciously:

"Is it full?"

It wasn't until I said a word that I realized something was wrong. This is a magic prop woven from ancient vines. Although it looks a bit intelligent, it is also simulated by magic. It is not a real bird. How can it have dietary needs and how can it be full?

Unexpectedly, Archmage Baierbo laughed. While laughing, he nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, I am indeed full. This time when I came here, the teacher and we made another batch of goods for Little Gretel, and they are all packed in here-"

Space equipment!

Top-grade space equipment!

But put it on so hard!

There are already 1,000 sets of the measuring tubes that have just been rolled out and that Grete specifically requested to develop. They can make sounds and count.

The teacher's original words were, "Little Grete can't make it himself, so of course we have to prepare more for him. At least, it should be enough for him to install several laboratories!"

When I heard this sentence, Junior Sister Philby's face... Teacher, you don't regard the labor of your disciples as labor!

For 1,000 measuring tubes, everyone either spends research funds and asks the Alchemy Guild to urgently customize them, or everyone rubs their hands day and night...

In addition to the measuring tube, there are also some magic items, some magic equipment, 500 copies of the superconducting suit, 500 copies of the purple scale stone...

Two generators, two microscopes, two cubic meters of clear glass for test tubes, 2 tons of alcohol, 100 pounds of stainless steel... two tons of bleaching powder, one ton of cement...

There's nothing I can do about it, Gretel, this little guy, starts splashing around with things. How long have you been out before you can cry in a letter: We are almost running out of test tubes!

The alcohol is almost gone!

The syringe needle is almost gone!

Woohoo, although I have that little monster called [Gold Coin], which can rub all kinds of small objects with my hands, I can't make something out of nothing... Teacher, help me, if it's convenient, please help me bring some raw materials...

The words in the letter made those who heard it cry and those who saw it sad. Even Archmage Baierbo read it and wanted to use his own money to get something for Grete.

As a result, the little ancient vine bird was stuffed so full with all kinds of miscellaneous things that it almost burst. If it weren't for the fear that Gretel's space bag wouldn't be able to contain it, I'd be afraid that the airship would have to be filled...

Ai Xiyuege looked at the ancient vine bird silently, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. She had personally experienced the loading capacity of this small bird. It could hold so many of them and still pull out, in her opinion, endless supplies.

Such a large space is filled with equipment? !

Grete’s master really dotes on him...

"Ahem, can I go find him?" Archmage Baierbo held up the ancient vine bird in his hand:

"This thing must be handed over to him. Besides, when I came here this time, the teacher brought some papers and new research results, and I had to explain them to him in person. If it's convenient, can you give me some directions?"

Ash Moonsong laughed. She stood on tiptoes, looked far to the west, and shook her head:

"They have been walking for many days. Now I don't know where they have gone. Have they reached the big mountains? I don't know which city they have reached. It's quite troublesome to find them - how about I send a message to the elders first? "

The elder is willing to meet the visitor first. So, Ashe Yuesong showed the way, and Archmage Baierbo drove the airship and headed towards the hinterland of the rain forest. As for finding Gretel...

"It's okay, Idian and Della are with him. A half-step legendary warrior, a high-level spellcaster, and Cerela is also following him. Gretel can't suffer."

Grete, who "can't stand the loss", is trying hard to climb the mountain. He was willing to go out and play with him. On the one hand, the research was stuck in a bottleneck and he couldn't find the direction. There was no point in struggling;

On the other hand, he was forced to the point where he couldn't stand it anymore. There is no way, this elf sister hasn’t stopped thinking about letting him learn the leopard form...

"Look at you! Look at you! Appa has learned how to transform! He can become bigger or smaller, shrink his horns, and walk easily in the woods! You have learned the form of a leopard, and you haven't learned it in such a long time. So skilled!”

Whenever Grete had a little free time and wanted to sit down and rest in the forest, look at the flowers and trees, and go fishing with Cerela, she would catch her and practice. I had no choice but to find a reason to escape.

Fortunately, Idian didn't hold him and exercise like this. After escaping, I tried to train him twice. I found Gretel lying on the ground and refused to move, so I let him go. In the words of this half-step legend:

"Forget it, you should just practice magic honestly... Actually, you don't even need to practice magic. It's serious to practice your healing skills well and find a few more people to protect you..."

How rare is the legend of treatment direction!

Much harder to find than the legend in the combat direction!

Even if the elves are naturally friendly, even if the legendary warriors know a few healing techniques, there are only a handful of masters who specialize in healing! These are all treasures, supported by legendary warriors and protected by a few ancient trees on a daily basis!

"By the way, there is another way, which is to increase your levels and then practice the dragon shape transformation... When there are no other people around, you can transform into the dragon shape. At least you can carry it a few more times..."

As for the other fellow traveler, the elf spellcaster Dela Van Losia, they would not care about his business.

In fact, this female elf is a bit withdrawn. She doesn't speak much in daily life. She rarely speaks and only speaks a few words. Grete walked with her for more than ten days and heard her say no more than 20 sentences. In total, it was less than 100 words.

As a result, Gretel was able to spend a relatively relaxed and happy life. Riding Appa or riding a phantom pony, riding in the rainforest, looking at flowers, trees, grass, birds and animals, there are different interesting things to discover every day.

At night, Idian could catch game for him if he made any move. Enjoy game and listen to stories:

"Udian, we are going to get moonlight sand this time. Do we need to dig it ourselves?"

"Mining? You have a beautiful idea. Such large mines are all in the hands of local nobles. Even if you want to dig, others will not let you in!"

"Then...are we going to buy it? Who should we buy it from? The local indigenous people? Or the people from the Glorious Holy See?"

Speaking of the Glory Holy See, Gretel couldn't help but wrinkled his nose, showing a look of disgust. Opposite the bonfire, the disgust on Idian's face was even worse than his:

"Glorious Holy See? We don't care about them! - We look for people from the indigenous kingdoms, nobles or priests, it depends on who owns the mine."

"Ah? The indigenous kingdom is still there?"

Grete was curious. From what he had seen before, the golden plates, golden bowls, golden crowns, golden masks, golden scepters, and the regular shipments of gold, silver and gems that the Glorious Holy See had snatched, it was obvious that they had established their rule——

With everything like this, can the indigenous kingdom still exist?

"Of course I am." Idian gave him a strange look. He picked up a piece of firewood, scratched on the ground, drew a long mountain range, and poked dozens of small dots on it:

"They suffered heavy losses and were robbed of a large area of ​​territory by the Glory Holy See. Now, their territory is probably here in the southern part of the plateau. The mountain roads are rugged and the terrain is complex, so the Holy See has not been able to extend its hands all over. Besides..."

He paused. Suddenly there was a light in front of Grete, and a piece of hot coal was lightly lifted and fell on the southern part of the mountain range:

"Their god is still there."

Still there?

god?

Demi god?

legend?

Or is it like the Eagle Kingdom, a totem beast that has not even touched the edge of legend?

Grete was very curious. He looked up at Udian. Before he could ask, a bowl of soup was poured down. The blazing red charcoal fire was doused in this way, leaving only a few embers, feebly emitting white smoke.

Dela Van Locia's cold voice sounded:

"about to die."

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