Chapter 1830 Nobles, Vampires, Orcs, if You Want to Advance, Come to Nevis!

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"I really want to go back to Nevis..."

In Heartland City, the old Master Gehrman put down the latest issue of "Magic" in his hand and let out a long sigh.

Three years after three years, three years after three years. As a child from a county town, he was recommended to study in Nevis, and because of his mediocre grades, he was sent to Hartland City to preside over the mage tower in this small town after he advanced to the fifth level mage...

Year after year, the days passed like water, one after another, mage apprentices emerged, advanced, and fell silent.

Or you may leave your hometown to study and work outside, and after a few years, you will be sent back a message telling you where you died.

And like Gret Nodmark, there is only one person who has risen to great heights... In all the years he has been in charge of the Mage Tower, there is only one.

Before and after this, the highest magician who came out of Heartland City was only a fifth-level mage. Now, returning from Nevis, waits to take over his duties and preside over this mage's tower.

And he is old. He has white hair and a stooped figure. He is a little shaky when he walks, and the operation of his magic has begun to be a little sluggish.

The high-spirited spirit when he and Lin En teamed up to cross the Hall Strait had gradually faded away, as if they were in a dream.

Moreover, the last time Little Gretel returned home, he was at level six. After so many years, even if the resources have been sufficient, his mage level is still stuck at level six.

Seeing that guy Lin En going up to level nine, level ten, level eleven, all the way up, he faced failures again and again...

I have tried Level 7 twice and failed twice. Each time, I feel that my mental strength has weakened a lot, and I am further away from the success of the advancement. Master Gehrman himself had a vague feeling that if he hit it again, he might die.

That's it... just like that, living a peaceful, wealthy, and respected life as a sixth-level magician, and growing old slowly... But, I'm still a little unwilling...

Just when he was about to despair, the new issue of "Magic" brought unexpected good news. The Magic Council has issued a policy to provide half-price meditation advanced medical care services to magicians registered with the Council——

He is a sixth-level magician and can enjoy vital signs monitoring, ensuring that if something goes wrong, someone will rush in to save him as soon as possible;

Enjoy comfort, lower blood pressure, surround detection magic scan, treatment, and thrombolysis. In case of cerebral hemorrhage, the bleeding can be stopped immediately, ensuring no sequelae;

You can also enjoy the latest intracranial blood pressure-lowering magic. Even if your brain feels swollen and painful, and the things in your head feel like they are about to rush out, you can slowly be soothed...

Half price!

In the best case, he might only need to pay five thousand gold coins; even in the worst case, he should be able to get it done with ten thousand gold coins...

Ten thousand gold coins, the wealth he has accumulated in his life, plus some contributions, it is enough! Anyway, he is not married and has no children, so he will give it a try. Otherwise, who will give the money to?

If you can advance successfully, or at least survive, you can always make money again. The saddest thing about people is that they die before their money is spent!

Unfortunately, "Magic" clearly states, "Due to the limitations of magic devices and caster training conditions, this medical care is temporarily only available in Nevis. Magicians in need, please go to Nevis Come here..."

Please come to Nevis!

Please come to Nevis...

Master Herman touched his savings, touched the familiar desk, familiar armchair, and familiar covered armrests in the wizard's tower. Now that I am getting older, I want to go north to Nevis, to that place that I was once familiar with but is now unfamiliar...

Where to live?

Is the familiar pub still open?

Now go to Nevis, how long does it take to wait in line for medical care?

Master Gehrman hesitated again and again, and struggled again and again. Alas, there are some favors that I don’t want to use, but now it seems that I still have to use them...

He rummaged through the desk drawer, carefully selected the smoothest piece of paper sprinkled with silver powder, and sharpened the quill again and again. I calmed down and began to write:

"My dear friend Lynn..."

Compared with Master Gehrman, the archbishop of the Nevis God of War Temple had a much shorter time to struggle. As soon as the invitation letter from the Magic Council arrived, the archbishop immediately nodded his head in the temple and prepared to leave for the Tower of Babel:

"Go! Go! Pull out as many as you can! Isn't it just healing skills? You are idle day by day. If you use a few more healing spells, you will be exhausted?!"

"But Your Excellency the Archbishop..." The younger God of War priest tried to struggle:

"It's not like we have nothing to do! Every day, in addition to treating the soldiers, we spend the rest of the time praying, making holy water, and making healing scrolls. As for dragging us to work for the magician in vain, ?"

"Who has worked in vain? Who has worked in vain, huh?!" The archbishop's beard was spread out, and he looked almost bigger. His heavy palms slapped the table, and the one-and-a-half-inch-thick teak table creaked and almost shattered on the spot:

"This is about learning a skill! Learning healing spells! What does it cost to learn healing spells? Do you need me to teach you? - Have you learned the spell? That's it after you learn it? What about the technique? What about the timing of casting the spell?"

"But Your Excellency the Archbishop... do we really need this thrombolytic magic or medical monitoring to help with meditation?" There were still priests who were pointed out and tried to resist:

"Our warriors all advance in battle, who needs this! Even if we are priests, we meditate and advance, don't we rely on the grace of the God of War?"

"What do you mean by the divine grace of the God of War?" The archbishop refused to give in:

"We have to do everything we can and use all our methods..."

He started. Immediately, all the God of War priests present echoed in unison:

"Usual training, preparation before battle, weapons, armor, all equipment, as well as our strategy and bravery. Then, we can pray for the grace of the God of War..."

"So do you understand?" The archbishop glared at the priests present with such arrogance that everyone who had objections made them lower their heads:

"If you don't learn healing techniques that you can learn, and don't use things that are useful, what does it mean to 'make every effort'? Huh? Going against God's will is a sign of impiety!

Besides, you don’t need it, those soldiers still need it! How many soldiers have their heads broken during daily training and battlefield battles? If there is bleeding outside, there will be no bleeding inside the brain? ! "

Alas, these tough-headed guys. When the Magic Council comes up with something new, if they don't just follow it and learn it, they have to think of ways to rush it.

Look at the Nature Order next door. They have already sent two groups of people to the Nordmark mage. They will learn any new spells immediately. No, they will simply participate in the research and development;

The natural priests who stayed here also tried their best to get as close as possible to the people in the council. No, there are several elven legends coming to the council, and there are people from the Nature Order who have been staying there for a long time...

He kicked and beat them, and only had to use divine magic to force them all to the Magic Council. At the door of the meditation room, they bumped into the Archbishop of the Spring Water Temple. Everyone pretended not to see anyone and drifted past in silence——

Isn't it just releasing the healing technique?

Isn’t it just that the Congress needs free labor to promote the medical care plan?

Yes, yes, we have plenty in the God of War Temple! Of course, let us learn the thrombolytic technique and the intracranial pressure measuring technique by the way...

Oh, by the way, there’s one more thing we can’t forget! Oak Grove Hospital! Whatever new spells the Nordmark mage develops, the healers there are always the first to learn them!

It has been decided that starting from tomorrow, the number of Ares priests rotating at Oak Grove Hospital will be doubled!

"So, the Temple of the God of War has accumulated a lot of cases recently?" Gretel was surprised. He is also training his healers, helping them with meditation, mainly treating myocardial infarction and stroke——

However, in this world, there is a problem with the understanding of these cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. Many people suddenly collapse, suddenly become comatose, suddenly become paralyzed, and do not even know to come to the hospital to seek treatment.

Grete originally thought that he would start with the nobles, spread the principles and treatment methods of stroke bit by bit, and gradually spread it to the common people; he never expected that the Temple of the God of War would actually provide him with a large number of cases!

“Where did their cases come from?”

"Well, the main reason is that the soldiers train harder... Most of the wounded who are sent to our hospital have brain trauma, so we just check whether there is cerebral hemorrhage..."

Gretel: "..."

You did this on purpose, right?

You deliberately maimed someone and brought him to the hospital for treatment, right?

Now that cerebral hemorrhage can be cured, we are becoming more rude, right? !

He couldn't bear to think of the guy who came up with the idea, and simply thought of cerebral hemorrhage, and continued to ask about the recent progress of treatment. After asking, I got another question:

"The council asked if these latest healing techniques could be made into spell-casting devices or scrolls and sent to distant places... After all, it's not just the Kingdom of Kent, we also have friends far away who need this..."

There are so many people who want to be protected during advancement!

Not just Nevis, not just the Kingdom of Kent.

As soon as the papers in "Magic" and "Arcana" were published, the Magic Council has received fifty or sixty communications during this period, covering more than a dozen different forces...

It reaches the Great Wasteland in the north, the Kingdom of the Sun in the south, the New World in the west, and the Black Forest and the Orc Kingdom in the east. The Magic Council's answer to these barbarians, dwarves, orcs, vampires, and nobles of the Old World is always:

"Sorry, we haven't finished analyzing some new spells yet, so we can't make them into scrolls yet..."

"Sorry, the spiral scan must be supported by the mage tower spirit, otherwise the calculation will not be that fast..."

"Sorry, magnetic resonance scan, if it wasn't for the legendary mage, there must be a mage tower..."

Want medical attention?

Come to Nevis!