Chapter 1310 Lord of Thunder: The Paper Is Very Good, Don’t Send It Next Time

Wha...what?

Research the Well of Eternity?

Even if he had an estimate of Gretel's status on Evermeeting Island, Archmage Baierbo was still shocked. The Well of Eternity! That is the Well of Eternity!

It is the core and lifeblood of the elves!

You said you can study it through research? If you say you can put me in for research, you can put me in for research?

Even if you, the project team who want to enter the Well of Eternity, the elves may not agree, right? What's more, I am an outsider and a human being!

"Little Grete, how have you been spending the past few months on Yongju Island?" He calmed down and asked in a low voice. Grete raised a big smile:

"I'm having a great time! The legendary elders all like me, and the World Tree also likes me! The World Tree personally stretched out its branches and sent me all the way to the top!"

Archmage Baierbo breathed a huge sigh of relief. Grete smiled happily and kept gesticulating:

"I've met my mother... She's pretty good... I helped her comfort the ancient tree so that she wouldn't have to work so hard...

I also met the Queen... The Queen said that in view of my contribution to the Elf Secret Realm, she can give me many, many resources... Senior brother, would you like to take some back with you...

By the way, the blood-replenishing magic I recently developed, senior brother, you must help send it back! "

What?

It’s only been a few months, another magic trick?

Archmage Baierbo took the paper and read it at a glance. After reading it roughly once, and then again carefully; after reading it twice, I let out a long sigh:

"It's really good. Little Grete, what you made is really good - for such an important magic, do you need senior brother to turn back immediately and send it to the Mage Tower?"

Gretel chuckled. He affectionately took his senior brother on his arm and walked out. As he walked, he raised his head and said:

"Senior Brother, what do you think the teacher will think when he sees this paper of mine?"

"Teacher..."

Archmage Baierbo pretended to be deep in thought. The handsome and majestic face of the Lord of Thunder flashed through his mind. He curved his lips and smiled:

"It's a good post. Don't send it again next time - unless it's a paper from the Plastic Energy Department, don't send it again!"

"Brother!!!"

Grete rolled her eyes and jumped, trying to protest. How can a teacher be like this? How can a teacher be like this?

The teacher loves me the most!

No matter what paper I wrote or what magic I developed, he was very happy!

He won't say "Don't send it next time"!

However, Archmage Baierbo had already put his arm around his shoulders - Gretel suspected that the senior brother had blessed him with the [Power of the Barbarian Bull] or something like that, but he couldn't get away anyway - and walked out with a smile:

"Little Grete, where are you staying on Yongju Island during this period? Take your senior brother to have a look... What are your main plans for the next stage?"

As he spoke, he nodded around. After the golden eagle that led the way landed, it turned into a human form and quickly came over to say hello. Archmage Baierbo just thanked him, and the other party said:

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. My brother is studying in Master Nordmark's research group, and I'm grateful for his generous teachings. It's just a guide, it's nothing."

Ouch?

Little Grete, are you popular on the island?

Archmage Baierbo looked at his junior brother with a smile. Gretel smiled and continued to move forward.

Not far away, I saw a crowd of people in front of me. The elves rushed out with a number and momentum that was very rare on Yongju Island:

"Mage Nordmark! Your senior brother is here!"

"Mage Nordmark, will the research continue this afternoon?"

"Master Nordmark, are you going to have a banquet tonight? What dishes are you going to prepare? I'll go talk to Aunt Parya..."

"Mage Nordmark, do you want to open a jar of the moondew wine I brewed?"

"Mage Nordmark..."

If it were anyone else, he might be filled with pride because of Gretel's popularity. However, Archmage Baierbo's first reaction was that his junior brother's social phobia was coming back again——

With so many elves in front of him, if the ground was full of wounded, sick, screaming and wailing, Grete's social phobia would never occur. He will only be energetic, face difficulties and attack with all his strength;

However, there were smiling faces, warm greetings, and hands stretched out in front of me. Archmage Baierbo clearly felt that the shoulders he held were stiff...

"Okay, okay. We junior brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, just have a place to sit down and chat." Archmage Baierbo stepped in for his junior brother, smiling and waving around:

"Elders and great mages, wait until we have finished talking, and then I will ask you for advice!"

He dragged Grete, or Grete dragged him, and fled back to his residence.

After closing the door, only Grete, Serira, Bernard and Apa were there. It was just the same, and they took out things from the space bag:

"This is a microelectron microscope that was just made by Nevis. It is said that Philby and Black Crow Swamp did it together, but in fact the teacher also took action... Just pretend you don't know, and don't mention this in front of the teacher. It’s ready in one fell swoop.”

Gretel blinked, then blinked again. How do you describe the "microelectron microscope" in front of you...

It was completely different from what he had in mind, a product that was white, cold, hard, put together in several large boxes, and sparkled with the atmosphere of the future.

Below is a box half as tall as a man. The silver-gray box walls are dark and dark, with an unknown amount of mithril embedded in them - thanks to his improved method of electrolytic smelting of mithril;

On top of the box, there is a small box, completely black. Archmage Baierbo clicked on the box a few times and pressed it a few more times. The box opened automatically, with a nebula swirling in it:

"If you need to see anything, just put it here." Archmage Baierbo pointed to his junior brother:

"Expansion, thinning, and rotation can all be controlled through the force field outside the box. Things illuminated by the microscope will be projected outside with a light curtain for easy observation."

With another press, a golden wire was pulled out of the box, and there was actually an interface at the top:

"This can be inserted into the mobile tower spirit. It is convenient for recording and storage. By the way, you don't have a mobile tower spirit now, right? This time Nevis sent one from Black Crow Swamp..."

What?

Black Crow Swamp? !

Gretel was a little on tenterhooks, fearing that the mobile tower spirit that his senior brother took out was in the shape of a skull...

Fortunately, although the share of Black Crow Swamp and the mobile tower spirit itself were uniformly customized from the alchemy branch of the transformation system, nothing went wrong.

Grete happily took away the mobile tower spirit and put it away, and studied the microscope and electron microscope for a while under the guidance of his senior brother, feeling refreshed.

Now we have a microscope!

Next, a lot of research can be done!

Maybe he can do the DNA he wants to study and the DNA changes from low-level to high-level monsters!

But of course, none of these things are urgent right now. The most urgent thing is——

"Elder brother, you just ran over here? Have you abandoned the mage tower in the Kingdom of the Sun for the time being? How is the situation over there?"

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