Chapter 1872 This Is My Grandson, but He Doesn’t Seem to Recognize Me?

Balbo...

The Legend of Balbo...

His Excellency Crown of the Sun...

In order to treat the patient himself, a legend was actually dispatched to pick him up personally...

[Big Bear] Albery felt his chest was burning. Yes, Mr. Sun Crown is Little Gretel’s senior brother. They are both disciples of the Lord of Thunder. They may have a good relationship...

But, that's also a legend, isn't it?

A legend was willing to go deep into the border to pick him up for Little Grete's sake. Does that mean that Little Grete's attitude toward them began to soften and they began to treat them as family members and relatives?

"Don't think too much." The legendary voice of Byrbo suddenly sounded in the transparent force field that enveloped them and moved forward quickly.

Amidst the vortex passing through the force field and the sound of fiercely burning flames at the end of the force field, the voice was clear and light, but every word was extremely clear:

"Little Grete didn't know you were coming. He didn't mention that he wanted to go to the White Wolf Leader. It's just... if you die, he might not be happy. So, I just helped you, that's all."

There was a bit of kindness in his words, but more of a cold warning and a reminder to draw a clear line - [Big Bear] Albery was an old man, so he could naturally hear this.

Especially, being wrapped in the force field of a legend, no matter how courageous he is, he still has to be wise:

"I understand. When I arrive in Nevis, whether or not I will give my name or what name I will give will be subject to the arrangements of the parliament. I will not deliberately mention my true identity."

"Um."

Baierbo responded in a low voice, and then fell into silence. Albery couldn't ask questions, so he could only lower his eyes, silently sensing the legendary force field around him, and occasionally looking back at the way he came -

There, the churning flames and mushroom-like red and black clouds have not yet subsided. On the edge of the clouds, there is another layer of bright white light, which seems to be lined with a layer of silver, and it seems to be trying its best to resist the expansion of those things.

Glorious Holy See, who is coming?

Level 15? Level 18? ...With such a big movement, will a legend come?

Will there be a legend that takes action against the White Wolf leader?

It's a pity that His Excellency the Crown of the Sun didn't pay attention to him. The legendary mage sat upright in front of the force field shield, with his back straight, his hands relaxed on his knees, and his fingers constantly changing movements.

As he moves, the outer layer of the force field shield seems to be constantly changing its shape, and the color, size, degree of concentration, and direction of the tail flame eruption of the flame behind the force field shield also seem to be constantly changing. Adjustment……

In short, with these adjustments, the speed of the force field shield in flight suddenly increases and decreases, sometimes rising, sometimes lowering, and sometimes experiencing slight bumps.

[Big Bear] Albery bent his back, imitating the legendary mage, sitting cross-legged in the collapsed cylindrical force field.

He watched as the forward tip of the force field shield turned into a drop shape for a while, then turned into a perfect circle, and then grew sharp thorns. After observing for a long time, he could only sigh in frustration:

We don’t understand the world of magicians...

Therefore, it is such a rare ability to write a paper that ordinary people can understand. This is what Little Gretel's papers are like. Although each article is filled with a lot of terms, even a knight like him can understand it:

Which diseases can this spell treat, and which patients are more beneficial? It feels like every paper is calling out:

Come, come, all patients with such symptoms, come here, we can cure you here!

...Speaking of which, how fast does this force field fly? Looking at the speed at which the earth, ocean, ships, and islands beneath our feet are retreating, we will be able to reach Nevis by midnight today or tomorrow morning at the latest, right?

[Big Bear] Albery’s estimate still underestimated the legendary speed. Legend Byrbo drove the force field shield that he had been modifying for several hours and flew at an unprecedented high speed——

Riding the sea breeze and chasing the sunset, we arrived in Nevis before dawn. Then, the light flame at the end of the force field disappeared, and the shield deformed and rose, unfolding into the shape of a small house.

Downwind, slowly falling. As soon as they landed here, over there, a team of magicians wearing special symbols had already driven down from the air in half-real and half-real carriages and rushed to the two of them:

"Dear..."

"I've delivered the person, you can arrange it." Legend Baierbo pointed to his side and walked away quickly and simply. Junior brother’s mage tower is not finished yet! The Well of Eternity is still in progress!

[Big Bear] Albery was frozen in place, watching helplessly as the figure of the legendary mage flashed away without a trace. The magicians driving the flying carriage have already caught up:

"Lord Askan? Please get in the car and go this way..."

Mr. Big Bear has been driving for several days in the wilderness. This is the first day he slept in a house with a roof above, walls around it, a high bed with soft pillows, and unlimited hot water in the bathroom.

However, he tossed and turned, tossing on the pillow all night long without falling asleep. When I was led for examination the next day, my eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and the magician from the medical branch was very concerned:

"Old sir, you should pay attention to adjusting your condition. ... Although this treatment is not very dangerous, if your indicators are too poor, sir may temporarily postpone your treatment..."

"Sir? Who do you mean?...Why?"

For [Big Bear] Albery, a delay of one or two days in treatment is nothing, but a delay of one or two days in seeing his grandson is another matter.

He hurriedly hurriedly and slowly rushed over, fighting against the wind and snow. What was he trying to do? Is it just an attempt to cure it?

——Then he can’t wait, wait for the council to train more healers, wait for healers or healing scrolls to come to the White Wolf Territory?

"Sir? That is of course the Archmage Nordmark. The reason for delaying treatment is because many people are eager to make breakthroughs as soon as they are cured. If the indicators are too poor, forcing breakthroughs will be dangerous, so the patients will be asked to recuperate... …”

In fact, it was just Grete's habit. In previous lives, as long as it was an elective surgery, one of the responsibilities of the anesthesiologist was to assess the patient's condition:

If the patient's indicators are too poor, he may not be able to survive the operation. The anesthesiologist will never sign and let him go!

But the people who worked for him didn't know this. Especially the therapists working in the Babel Tower and the conjuration magicians who helped him with the pre-examination work were even less aware of this.

Under their threat, [Big Bear] Albery could only eat and sleep well. After two days of careful recuperation, he sat down in front of Grete with a much improved examination record.

"Mr. Al? Please sit down." He looked helplessly at the grandson he had never seen and never raised for a day, turned a page of information, raised his head and smiled at him:

"First of all, I want to explain the danger of this spell..."