Chapter 155 The Empty-Handed White Wolf’s Experimental Materials

Gretel finally returned to the academy with his beak coat in his arms.

There is no way, the wisdom of the ancients still makes sense, at least Grete does not have the ability to rub a medical protective mask with his hands - that thing cannot be repaired by sewing. Didn't you see that just like meltblown cloth, Sinopec needs to roll up its sleeves and urgently deploy a production line?

The sixteen-layer gauze mask, or Wu Liande mask, Grete did not dare to rely on. This thing is good at preventing bacteria - such as Mr. Wu Liande's time - but is it anti-virus? Well, everyone has seen the bloody lesson.

later? Later, "When we were poor, we only had gauze masks. Now that we are rich, we also have more knowledge, and N95 masks are the best!"

Grete also had an idea about the magic path. He released a bubble technique and covered his forehead - this thing can theoretically isolate the exchange of air between the inside and outside, allowing the subject to only breathe the air in the bubble - in other words, if you are lucky, it can be used to isolate droplets .

Then comes the experimental phase. Bernard picked up a glass of water mixed with ink and took a long sip. Then, take a deep breath and use all your lung capacity to aim at Gretel:

"puff!!!"

Gretel Nordmark blinked, revealing two clear whites of his eyes. On one face, the rest of the face was spotted and stained with ink...

Well, if you can't stand the spray, then you can't stand the sneeze either. The bubble technique is already the most reliable defensive magic that Gretel has figured out.

So the conclusion is that Gretel can only choose between the beak suit and the gas mask. However, he weighed his manual ability, asked Bernard again, and voluntarily gave up the latter.

The gas mask known as the pig nose is simple and simple, and it is also a craft job. It has a cover body and a filter tank. It needs to fit the shape of your face and be sealed enough. It involves cobbler's craft, blacksmith's craft and all kinds of messy crafts, Gretel can't handle it...

So in the end, Gretel finally took back their ancestors with mourning for a full set of medical protective equipment. Then he changed his clothes, picked up his wallet, and went to the streets to find an experimental site and a place for the barbarians to stay.

There is no way, the Magic Council provides accommodation for the trainees, but the followers do not have such treatment. In fact, even if someone dares to make a request, the Parliament can still ask:

Why does a first-level magician accept followers?

Oh, rely on family?

Then continue looking for the family to gnaw at the old man, and don't think about asking the parliament to help solve it!

Gretel, the alternative, the poor man, Nordmark, had no choice but to open his legs and go to the streets to find a house...

He stood at the entrance of the college, looked up at the top of the mountain, and then looked around. Looking southeast from the college, we can see the snow-capped mountains winding like dragons, with dark clouds covering the highest peaks. The core of the Magic Parliament, the magnificent magic towers, stand on the top of the peak, thrust straight into the clouds.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Gretel could see lightning flashing in the dark clouds and golden snakes dancing wildly. Every now and then, a thick bolt of lightning would light up and strike the tower.

"...Which fellow Taoist is here to survive the tribulation?"

Gretel muttered something softly and turned his gaze down the mountain. This kind of environment with lightning and thunder all day long is obviously not suitable for other people except top magicians. So most of the magicians, followers, and ordinary people who serve the magicians gathered in the city at the foot of the mountain.

It is said to be a city, but its shape is not square. The turquoise bay penetrates deeply into the land from the southwest, until it is blocked at the foot of the mountain, and spirals toward the northwest. The headquarters of the Magic Council is backed by mountains and faces the sea, spreading along the coastline, forming an inverted "C"-shaped town group.

In such a town cluster, the consumption level can naturally be imagined. Grete walked along the street for half an hour, gardens, villas, restaurants decorated with granite pillars, three- and four-story luxury hotels, one after another. He even saw a theater. On the white marble wall at the entrance, a magician was drawing an advertisement for today's play:

A handsome young man wearing a golden crown and a common girl wearing a gorgeous vertical skirt hugged each other and danced gracefully. The white lamb nestled at their feet. The boy and the girl looked at each other with happy smiles on their faces.

The magician turned his back to Gretel and waved his hands. The stills had been drawn, and wherever he put his finger, the introduction to the play appeared in the blank space on the painting:

"The Prince and the Shepherdess", starring: Edinson Lyndon, Matilda Reitz.

Uh... Not to mention the magician's painting skills, the dyeing effect of the magic trick can only last for an hour. Disappearing and painting again every hour, this kind of advertising method... is so luxurious...

Gretel was amazed. He walked from the street to the end of the street, skipping those villas: he couldn't afford to rent them anyway. Going further, bungalows began to appear one after another on the lakeside at the edge of the town. Grete knocked on the door one by one and asked seven or eight houses, and finally rented a small independent courtyard.

The small yard is behind a wooden house with an attic. It was probably a warehouse originally, but the owner separated it and repaired it. The lighting is not good, but the space is quite large, totaling 40 to 50 square meters, and there is a courtyard of more than 20 square meters enclosed by a fence outside the door.

There is a large wasteland beyond the house, and a little further away, shrubs and woods stretch towards the foot of the mountain. If Bernard wanted to stretch his arms and legs, there was plenty of room.

"...Little priest?" The landlady looked at the barbarian up and down with wary eyes, and then looked at Gretel again. After seeing the green leaves on his clothes and the oak staff in his hand, his face gradually softened:

"One gold coin per month, not including meals. You can keep animals in the house, but they have to be cleaned. If I smell a bit of a stink, get out immediately with both humans and animals!"

Gretel nodded. This yard is sufficient for housing people and raising small animals, but we can think of another way for large experimental animals. He asked tentatively:

"Then...can I build a few sheds outside the back door?"

"up to you!"

"make a deal!"

Three days later, Elder Wood's disciple, Matthew, a fourth-level pastor, drove a group of pigs and sheep to the hut.

Gretel slowly opened his mouth.

"How much...how much do these cost..." he asked tremblingly. Matthew shrugged nonchalantly:

"What money do you want? This is all borrowed, and you will pay it back when the time comes. Anyway, we are responsible for providing the feed, feeding it for the owner, and we will pay compensation if you die - if the cult comes forward, they are not afraid of not getting the money."

He held the oak staff and murmured a few words, and a circle of shrubs rose up behind the house, trapping all the pigs and sheep. Then began to move things from the carriage: a cage of rabbits, a cage of rabbits, another cage of rabbits...a cage of bats, a second cage of bats...

"Are you going to tell me that these rabbits are also borrowed?"

"Of course not!" Matthew looked at him strangely:

"Servant of the God of Nature, how many rabbits do you want to borrow? Why don't you just catch them in the forest? Oh, there is also a cage of stoats here. You said last time that it would be best to bring a few stoats too. Monkeys I really can’t get it, sorry.”

Grete looked carefully and saw that the cages containing the animals were all made of rattan, tightly tangled, and there were no traces of cutting or binding. No need to ask, it probably didn’t cost a penny to create the magic.

"Then... bat...?"

"The teacher caught it himself!"

Grete: "..." I thought I was good enough to fight with nothing, but it turns out there is someone more powerful than me... Brother Matthew, you didn't spend a penny on so many experimental animals, right?

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