Chapter 118 The Essence of Fire Magic Is Phlogiston? Are You Kidding Me?

"Another upgrade?"

Elder Erwin finally came in a hurry. When he pushed the door open, he saw a forest of white light restraining the unconscious wounded man in the middle. It is the iconic tranquility spell of the Temple of the God of War that only level 5 priests can cast.

His steps immediately stopped. The old man looked at the white light in front of him, and at Pastor Patrick's face that seemed to be crying and laughing, with muscles twitching, and he was filled with emotion:

"Little Grete, you are also..."

Too popular, right?

Open a treatment center - oh no, this kid insists on calling it a hospital - a few days after opening, a new pharmacist came in and was upgraded on the same day; more than a month after opening, the fourth-level priest was upgraded to fifth level.

If you include Master Elliot, who had a breakthrough before, there were three people who had a close relationship with Gretel, and there were three breakthroughs in three months. Two of them have been stuck for many years.

God knows if he hadn't released the news in time that "I have arranged all the staff, come to me", Little Grete's hospital would have been overrun by people giving gifts. Even so, he broke through another one today, and I'm afraid he can't hold it back...

"Teacher!" Grete turned around and was immediately overjoyed. "Teacher, I'm waiting for you! We have healed all his injuries, but he lost too much blood and my healing skills can't handle it! Teacher, it's up to you!"

"Oh, I lost too much blood." Elder Erwin nodded and stepped forward. He took the oak staff, held it in front of him, and chanted in a low voice.

As he chanted, light green light spots spread out like fireflies, flying in from the green leaves at the head of the stick, from the air, and from the window, and landed on the injured person.

Visible to the naked eye, the injured man's lips were slightly more bloody, and his breathing was a little heavier.

It turns out that the healing technique can also replenish blood from a distance... Gretel stood beside the teacher obediently, watching the injured recover bit by bit, and watching the family members carrying the injured away with great gratitude. As soon as the people left, he grabbed Elder Erwin:

"Teacher...can you do me one more favor?"

"What do you want again?"

"Teacher, look, there are six priests and one pharmacist in this hospital. They are so busy that there is no one to maintain order. Teacher, can you introduce me to another soldier?"

"It'll be too late by the time you think about it!" Elder Erwin glared at him angrily. "Okay, okay, the teacher has already released the news, and there will be responses in the past two days. Before that... do you want to hide in the Mage Tower for a few days?"

"ah?"

"Do you know how many people are trying to push people in these days? The bishop and I have been blocking it for you before, and today another one broke through. I'm afraid I can't stop you - don't, before the news spreads, Let’s go!”

"Wait, wait, wait! My petri dish! My rabbit! Teacher, at least call a few carriages!"

"Let's go, let's go! We'll deliver the things later!" Elder Erwin didn't waste any time. He directly picked up Gretel and threw him on the horse. Slap the horse hard on the butt:

"Let's go!"

The mount suddenly started to move. Grete swayed, hugged the saddle, and let the old horse take him out. In the distance, I heard someone shouting from behind:

"Your Excellency Nordmark—this villain is here to deliver a gift on the order of the master of the family—Your Excellency—"

Gretel was thrown back to the mage tower. In the words of Elder Erwin, "You should practice in seclusion for a period of time and break through as soon as possible. Whether it is a mage level or a priest level, if you can break through to level 2, there will be far fewer people who dare to kill others - the better your talent, The less others dare to offend you."

...Okay, just change the place to do the experiment. Moreover, he is also very interested in the water element pool in the Mage Tower. He has not yet done a bacterial culture experiment in the pool water...

Gretel was packed up and thrown back to the mage tower. For one day or two, he stayed in the Master's Tower and had a great time doing experiments. Less than half a month later, the small square outside the Master's Tower was crowded with carriages and horses, and it was time for Master Herman to give an open class again.

The largest room on the first floor of the Mage Tower was full of about twenty or thirty people. As soon as Gretel stepped into the classroom, the group of people all surrounded him with a roar:

"Mage Nordmark, I have a question to ask you..."

"Mage Nordmark, can I go to your healing clinic to help..."

"Mage Nordmark...it will be my sister-in-law's coming-of-age ceremony in five days. Can you please come to the dance..."

"Master Nordmark, can I buy you a cup of coffee? I made these snacks myself~~~"

Gretel: "..." Go away! Who is wearing perfume? It's killing me!

These are auditors, with a monthly tuition of ten gold coins, and are eligible to read in the Mage Tower. Also, you are eligible to listen to Master Herman’s public classes twice a month. Grete used to be one of them. Of course, he had never even attended a public class, so he just wanted to be a mage apprentice and didn't have to mix with them.

These auditors were all dressed in silk, satin, gold and silver, and some girls even had gemstones shining on their earlobes and necks. He looks very rich. Of course, he is not from a noble or wealthy businessman family, and he cannot afford the tuition fee of ten gold coins a month...

"Cough, cough, cough! Bang bang bang!" Master Herman's cough suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of a ruler tapping the table. A group of spectators dispersed. Grete was overjoyed and cast a grateful look at Master Herman. Master Gehrman nodded to him, cleared his throat, and began to lecture:

"Today we will talk about the principles of fire spells. As we all know, fire is the most passionate and violent among the four basic elements, and fire spells are also the most lethal. 500 years ago, the great legendary mage Clement... Boyer, in his book "New Experiments on the Relation of Fire and Air" summed it up this way:

Fire is a material entity composed of countless small and active particles. Such particles of fire can be combined with other elements or exist in a free form. A large number of free fire particles gather together to form an obvious flame, which disperses in the atmosphere and gives people a feeling of heat.

——The element of fire composed of this fire particle is phlogiston! "

"Ah?" Grete opened his mouth reflexively, then closed it immediately. Master Hermann didn't notice anything strange about him. He faced a group of attentive auditors and continued talking. After a long explanation about "phlogiston", we finally come to the spell application part:

"All fire spell models have two spell structures, 'gathering phlogiston' and 'attracting good air'. Take the spark spell model as an example..."

Master Herman waved his staff and used magic tricks to outline the spell model of "Spark" and explained it piece by piece. There was a buzz in the room, and there was the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper. Only Grete sat there blankly, staring at the model in the air, motionless:

Burning because of phlogiston?

Can air attract phlogiston?

You coax me!

So, the fire element I have always seen in meditation is "phlogiston" as you define it?

If you meditate this way, you won't be able to upgrade even in ten thousand years!

I wrote today’s new chapter three times and deleted them all. I wrote it a fourth time and it still felt wrong. I was really stuck, and when I was struggling, I got a notice that recommendations would be arranged for next week. I was so encouraged that I deleted it and wrote it again for the fifth time...

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