Chapter 1222: Legend of the Undead, Do You Want to Read My Apprentice’s Paper?

Archmage Baierbo held a thick stack of copies of thesis and left. This is the Elf Forest after all. For Gretel's sake, others allow him to stay for a while, but that doesn't mean he can stay here without restriction——

The crisis of the Sun God has passed, the Elf Secret Realm has been restored, Gretel has advanced, and it is time for him to say goodbye.

Leave everything on the line so that we can meet again in the future. I have used up all my love at once. If I want to mine in the future or send my disciples to mine in the future, I will be too embarrassed to open my mouth.

Anyway, he has finished digging all the mines that should be dug, and the storage equipment is full, which should be enough for a hundred and eighty years.

Archmage Baierbo left all kinds of equipment, information, and books to Grete, and he drove the airship and flew away through the sky, straight to the plateau.

The mountain peak promised to him by the Sun God had long been sorted out by the indigenous people. Now the ground was slightly leveled, the magic formula was activated, and the mage tower rose from the ground. After setting up the tower spirit, the first thing to do was to send Gretel’s papers.

"Little Grete is writing a paper again?"

The mobile tower spirit information flew from the Archmage Tower in the Eagle Kingdom, to the east coast of the New World, and then directly to the Tower of Babel in Nevis. In an instant, the Lord of Thunder received the news:

"Is Little Gretel writing a new paper again?... In just a short time, he has written such a thick stack. Is he not neglecting his duties?"

As he spoke, he frowned and flipped through the pages quickly. The paper Gretel wrote this time had especially many illustrations. Instead of printing it out, Babel Tower Ling made a copy of a crystal card and had the invisible servant send it directly to the Lord of Thunder.

At this time, the Lord of Thunder twisted the crystal card and touched it with his heart, causing it to project words and pictures. The Lord of Thunder turned over one article and then another:

It started word for word, then it became paragraph by paragraph, and then it started to scan one page at a time, and then another page at a glance. Scroll further back to see only the abstract and the discussion at the end...

"Well, the little guy's level is getting higher and higher, and his path is becoming more and more stable..."

And he is getting farther and farther away from his way of thunder, or in other words, from the path of the entire energy evocation system. As a teacher, he can give less and less guidance to the little guy...

However, less does not mean none. The Lord of Thunder tapped his long fingertips on the table once, twice, and three times.

In addition to giving guidance on cultivation methods and xinxing, and imparting some general knowledge, he, as a teacher, can also provide his disciples with some resources, some very good resources...

"Mr. Hermoncruz."

He called out loudly. There was a flash of light on the right, and a hazy human figure lit up in the crystal ball placed on the desk:

"Dear Lord of Thunder, please give me your instructions."

"Help me connect to the Immortal."

"Yes, Your Excellency! Immediately!"

The crystal ball flashes on and off, on and off. Flashing three times in a row, the hoarse and dry voice of the Immortal did not come from the crystal ball. Instead, it was the somewhat frustrated voice of the Babel Tower Spirit:

"Dear Lord of Thunder, Your Excellency the Immortal One does not accept any news... Recently, he suddenly had some insights and temporarily retreated. Before he comes out, he will not accept any news..."

Not answering the message?

Still not answering my messages?

Don’t think I don’t know. Half a month ago, you reviewed the latest plague magic from the Necromancy School! It has only been half a month, what realization can you have, and you suddenly have to retreat?

The Lord of Thunder chuckled. He raised his fingertips and tapped on the crystal card that Talling had just sent:

"Send another message for me. - Little Gretel has just sent back the paper. I saw that the research directions of the medical branch of the Conjuration Department and the Natural God's Religion are quite consistent..."

Alas, although in the conjuration system, the highest-level healer is only level 18, which cannot fully meet Gretel's requirements and cannot conduct in-depth research on chromosomes;

The Natural God Sect is an outsider, not to mention their proficiency in electrical spells. I don’t know how good they are;

However, once you get this paper, you will definitely have to put a lot of effort into it! By then, there will be a large amount of casting materials, research resources, Warcraft materials...

First come first served!

Not to mention that every step is slow and every step is slow. If you start research first, you will be more likely to produce results first, and you will be able to get feedback from the world first, and you will be more stable on the road to advancement in the future...

Before he could finish his thoughts, the crystal ball had already dimmed. The Lord of Thunder smiled and flexed his fingers lightly. A glass jar opened naturally and a few coffee beans flew out, hanging in the air and rustling against each other.

Brush, brush, brush...

The fine coffee bean powder floats up on its own, suspended in the air, and becomes a brown cloud. Before the grinding was finished, a strange roar suddenly sounded from the top of the Sleepless Tower next door:

Something drew a long tail sound and came straight to the top of the Tower of Babel. When he reached the window of the Lord of Thunder, he suddenly stopped, but there was a smooth skull, hitting the window with his forehead, and making a few dry "empty" sounds:

"Christine! Keep that paper for me!"

But it was His Excellency the Immortal who was furious, and the public speaking skeleton that drove the Tower of Sleeplessness rushed out. The Lord of Thunder shook his head with a smile, moved his finger forward a little, and heard a soft "pop" sound in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the space was turbulent, a space door opened outside the study, and black smoke rolled out, surging. The black smoke woven into a black robe, rolled and flicked, and opened the door. There is nothing underneath the robe, only the hood is lifted up by a skull:

"Where's the paper?!"

The Lord of Thunder smiled and raised his hand. A chip floated up on its own and was rolled over by the black robe impatiently. In an instant, a large area of ​​light and shadow opened up in the study room, but the immortal used magic power to project one paper at a time.

The black robe opened, covering all light and shadow. The Lord of Thunder sat comfortably at his desk, grinding coffee beans, brewing coffee, filtering coffee, adding milk, and latte art.

While carefully pulling out a complicated four-leaf clover shape in the coffee cup, he admired the black robe swelling and relaxing, curling and shrinking. After a while, there was a crackle inside, and a small electric light flashed. Come.

Hmm...do you want to rub a microscope with your hands?

This skill is not easy... The Lord of Thunder picked up the coffee cup and took a leisurely sip:

Even he had to try many times to succeed in the task of microscopy and electron microscopy. Among her disciples, only Philbi, who specializes in the electrical system, could succeed. Other disciples with higher levels than her could not succeed...

Let's see how many times you can try...or, in front of me, how many times can you try?

"Christine!"

——Sure enough, the Immortal only tried five or six times before he was too embarrassed to continue——or, in other words, too embarrassed to continue in the Lord of Thunder’s study.

Among the black robes, the pale skull raised up, with two will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the skull, staring at the Lord of Thunder:

"Please cooperate with my research, at what cost?"

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