Chapter 1239 Little Gretel, You Can Have Whatever You Want Here with the Elves!
"Little Grete, we elves don't want to learn necromancy or anything like that."
Idian half-crouched next to Grete and advised him earnestly. Gretel turned to look into his eyes and said "hmm" twice to show that he was listening. Then he turned back to the table and began to write rapidly:
"The significance of the existence of blood replenishment spells... As we all know, the current treatment skills can quickly heal wounds and rejuvenate limbs, but they cannot replenish the lost blood... The patient needs a long recovery period..."
"Every living thing has to die one day. After death, dust returns to dust, dust returns to earth, and enters the cycle of nature. This is part of the law of nature." Idian took two steps like a crab, moved to the front of Gretel, and continued advice:
"Forcibly raising the spirits of the dead violates the laws of nature and will arouse nature's disgust... Little Gretel, we can't do that..."
"I know, Idian. I'm just doing research, I won't wake up a bunch of undead." Gretel stopped writing, looked at him, and nodded again. Then, he lowered his gaze and continued writing:
"During the recovery period, you may go into shock due to blood loss at any time, and you need advanced treatment techniques to maintain vital signs... The existence of blood replenishing spells fills the gap in treatment techniques..."
"It's best not to even do research." Idian breathed a small sigh of relief and continued to move like a crab. He moved to the left hand side of Gretel's writing, which was not in the way of Gretel's writing. He reached out and gently pulled his arm:
"Little Gretel, you are an outsider and a cub. Occasionally, you will get a skeleton to help you with work, and everyone will pretend that you have not seen it. If you really do large-scale research, many people will..."
"Don't worry, I won't go to the stage of actual operation." Gretel simply put down his pen, turned his body sideways, and looked at Yudian seriously:
"I just study the spell model, dismantle its principles, compare them, and extract the required model fragments for use. - Moreover, what I finally make will be a healing spell."
"Can healing spells be made from necromancy?"
Idian kept the shape of a crab - legs spread outwards, arms spread - and jumped straight up. This half-step legend looked incredible:
Undead, healing spells, are you kidding me?
Isn't it possible that little Grete's brain was damaged by necromancy? !
"No, Udian." Gretel explained to him seriously:
"Think about it, the Eight Rings' cloning technique can use a small piece of meat to grow an entire human body, and it can also bring the human body back inside and resurrect it. There must be the power of growth in this!"
Udian: ...Too bad, little Gretel's brain is really damaged by necromancy...
He put his hands behind his back, walked around the table, and then walked around again, watching Gretel lower his head again and write hard. He racked his brains, thinking about how to persuade Gretel to give up necromancy:
"It's the same as growth. Can't you refer to other spells? For example, [Regeneration]? This can also resurrect limbs... Why do you have to refer to necromancy?"
"ah!"
Grete stopped as if struck by lightning. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were straight, and he said nothing. Idian leaned over and looked left and right in front of him, his head swaying back and forth, passing directly in front of his sight several times, but Gretel didn't even blink;
Then he walked around to his side and slapped his hands twice. Gretel remained motionless, as if he didn't hear anything;
He raised his hands again, wanting to make a bigger noise...
A cold gaze suddenly struck him. Serila took a step forward, bowed slightly, and stared at him threateningly.
Udian: ...Okay, I won’t disturb him, okay? I'm going to find the elder!
Knowing that you will protect him no matter what happens!
I’m so angry, why don’t I have such a girlfriend!
He turned and left. After a while, Elder Fahim was dragged over. The elder pressed his heels against the ground and leaned back hard while answering perfunctorily:
"Okay, okay, you don't have to drag it so hard... Little Gretel won't go astray... I understand, can't I go over and take a look..."
The two people dragged their feet and came all the way. The elder looked at Gretel carefully. Seeing that his eyes were straight and he was obviously still stuck in his own thoughts, he quietly stood a little further away, rolled up the manuscript paper, and read it carefully:
"...Although there is a technique like blood transfusion, blood transfusion and blood replenishment magic cannot completely replace each other:
First, we do not yet have enough understanding of the blood type classification of elves. In this case, blood transfusion may cause agglutination reaction;
Furthermore, blood transfusion requires a quiet environment and cannot be performed immediately on the battlefield;
Third, during the blood transfusion process, side effects such as heart failure and allergic reactions may occur..."
"Therefore, we need a new treatment spell that can quickly increase the number of blood cells and restore blood volume..."
Elder Fahim nodded, shook his head, and nodded again. Finally, he smiled helplessly:
"It's like a report to apply for project funds... Such a little guy, how can he learn to be like those humans? To do something, he must first write a lot of reports..."
Even so, any allocation of resources must follow certain rules. Here in the elves, especially in the rainforest, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the resources that can be produced in the forest are extremely rich. Everyone can pick whatever they need and exchange them casually;
But in the human world, the land is narrow, densely populated, and resources are scarce. Everyone writes reports, lists plans, and applies for resources based on the plans. It is more conducive to overall development than raising fists or seeing who has the backstage to grab more.
Hey, thank you for your hard work, little guy. If you stay here with the elves in the future, you won’t have to rack your brains to write such reports. With these elders here, they can guarantee that Gretel will have whatever he wants...
He looked at Grete lovingly, and patiently read the manuscript once, twice, and three times.
While watching, he squinted at Gretel's expression, and finally waited until his eyes turned and his eyes focused little by little. His lips moved and he murmured:
"Regeneration... Regeneration... The spell model for regeneration... it is better if it is explained in detail... The council's inventory is not detailed enough. It is best to ask Elder Fahim... the elder!"
Are you finally coming back to your senses? Did you finally see me? Elder Fahim is funny:
"You want regeneration, right? Spell model, detailed analysis, what else do you need?"
"Ah... I want these for now. If I need them later, I will ask you for them... I may also need some rabbits, rabbits and rabbits..."
Grete's answer ended in a series of quiet grunts. A huge animal skin scroll, huge enough to be used as a quilt, hit him head and face, covering his whole body underneath.
"Here, the spell model you want... Once you have memorized all of this, come back to me and I will explain it to you in detail!"
With the spell model of [Regeneration] and cross-comparison with [Clone], Gretel's research progress has indeed been rapid.
He spent half a month scanning and inputting the spell model of [Regeneration] - mainly because the model drawn on the animal skin scroll was flat, and it required a lot of calculations to expand it into a three-dimensional one.
Even with Elder Fahim's guidance and detailed explanation, completing this expansion within half a month was already considered a solid foundation for Gretel's calculations, and his calculation level had not fallen behind.
...In fact, after traveling to another world, as a magician, he often needs to calculate spell configurations. Gretel's calculation level has made great progress, reaching the level when he graduated from graduate school:
After all, in my previous life as the deputy director of the emergency department, I only needed to calculate heart rate, fluid replenishment, medication, and the patient’s medical insurance expenses. None of the difficult calculations were useful!
After scanning and typing, the work of calculating and comparing common parts is handed over to the meditation kernel. Of course, this kind of calculation comparison cannot be done by Gretel working on his own, meditating on the biological computer in the core.
Grete had eaten and drank enough, adjusted his condition, leaned against the trunk of the ancient tree with his oak staff in his arms, and fell into meditation.
The oak staff trembled for a while, and the roots of the tree penetrated deeply into the ground, sprouting branches and leaves, and propped up a small canopy above Gretel's head and under the shade of the ancient tree.
Meditate, meditate. Mobilize all your mental power, use mental power as fuel, drive the biological computer, and perform calculations and comparisons with all your strength.
five minutes.
ten minutes.
half an hour.
One hour.
Two hours...
"Is Gretel okay yet?"
Idian probed his head. Cerela squatted in front of Gretel, looked at his face carefully, and quietly waved her hand to Idian.
three hours.
"Gretel is still meditating? Is he hungry?"
Aneri Linge stood far away on the edge of the clearing, her lips moved, and a soft breeze carried her voice to Cerela's ears. Cerela sat cross-legged in front of Gretel, looked at him again, and continued to wave her hands:
I was very full in the morning. I ate two snake eggs that were bigger than my fist, two large pieces of capybara meat, and a large tortilla with meat sauce. I shouldn’t be hungry, right?
four hours.
A series of unusually bright gurgling sounds came from Gretel's abdomen.
But he was still meditating. Should I shake him awake? It seems that meditation cannot be interrupted. If it is interrupted, all the good work will be wasted, and people will almost be injured...
Just as he was thinking about it, a green twig poked out from the tip of the oak staff, quietly approached it, and brought it to Grete's mouth. Gretel closed his eyes and still didn't open them. He subconsciously picked up the twig and took a sip.
A pause, another sip.
Hey, that's good... Oak Staff has finally become sensible! I can help the master!
Cerira stared at Grete without blinking. After ten or so sips, Gretel seemed to finally feel full. He opened his lips and teeth slightly and put the branch back.
Serila stared at the twig with teeth marks on the end. Before it could completely retract, she grabbed it with lightning speed:
"Suck~~~"
Oh, so sweet!
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