Chapter 190 Grete, Do You Clean the Glass with Your Nose? (Two Chapters in One, Including Extra Updates with 10,000 Rewards)

The founder of the Magic Council, the legendary mage His Excellency Terrence, when he climbed to the top of Igor Peak for the first time, he looked around and saw his own figure reflected in the halo of clouds.

With the blessing of this legend, anyone who can see the halo when climbing to the top for the first time will definitely achieve great achievements, and it has become a famous... legend in the Magic Council. The reason why it is just a legend is because Mr. Terrence firmly denies its causal relationship. The magicians of the prophecy school also said that it is just a coincidence. It cannot be concluded that there will definitely be an outstanding person among these summit climbers.

Of course, even so, it does not prevent magicians from secretly loving this story, and would rather believe it than believe it.

After all, the top of Igor Peak is shrouded in rain clouds all year round. It rains or snows at least 300 days a year, 365 days a year. In the remaining days, the clouds will clear up and the fog will clear up, the sun will shine out, and the halo will be reflected. This person will also be climbing the summit for the first time. It is not easy for so many coincidences to come together...

The students in the training class admired the haloed figure on the edge of the cliff for a long time before they were gathered by the magician leading the team and headed towards the mage towers at the top of the mountain. Due to limited time, they did not visit the towers one by one. They just looked outside for a while and were given some guidance by the assistant teacher who led the team. Even so, the eight auxiliary towers of different shapes also won the praise of the students.

After stopping for a moment, a group of people entered the Tower of Babel and went up directly by the elevator. The elevator didn't look big, it could only hold ten people. A group of sixty or seventy people all got in, but the space was more than enough. Gretel was still looking around for the space magic pattern, and the magic elevator rose from the ground. Soon, exclamations one after another rang in the elevator.

"Wow……"

"so beautiful……"

"The entire mountain range is at your feet..."

"The clouds are coming, the clouds are coming! Are we walking directly in the clouds?"

"Lightning! Look! There's lightning over there! Whoaaaahhhhhhhhh, didn't it hit me?!"

"We are still going up! The clouds actually went down...it's so golden and beautiful..."

The height of Babel Tower is higher than the eight surrounding auxiliary towers, and it is inserted straight into the clouds. When students stand in the magic elevator and lower their heads slightly, they can see the sea of ​​clouds rolling under their feet, sometimes rolling, sometimes condensing, and sometimes revealing thin gaps.

The sun shines gently on the clouds. All the snow, ice and rain below seemed as if it had never happened.

The students were jostling each other. Grete only glanced at it and then slowly stepped back, leaving the other students to enjoy the wonderful scenery without any hesitation.

The scenery in front of him was indeed good, but to him, it was not that rare. There are observation elevators in every big city. You can overlook the entire city at any time, such as the Oriental Pearl Tower or the Little Man Yao. As for the sea of ​​clouds, choose a seat next to you when flying, and remember to wear sunscreen...

In contrast, it was the fact that the magic technology in this world could reach such a high level that made him more curious. If we can enter the core scientific research institutions of the parliament, maybe CT and MRI can be developed earlier?

His expression was dull, neither surprised nor excited, but the magician leading the team looked at him more. On the 15th floor of the Tower of Babel, among the magicians observing them through the illusion circle, some people pointed at his image and asked:

"Who is this student?"

The person who asked was a fifth-level magician. As soon as he opened his mouth, a low-level mage quickly checked and compared the information and gave the answer:

"Gret Nordmark, a first-level arcanist, a first-level mage - oh, the information has just been updated, it is already a second-level one. From Newster County, Heartland City Mage Tower, the school is undecided, and the direct mentor is undecided. .”

"Come from a small place?" A soft male voice from the side interrupted: "It doesn't look like you are not surprised at all."

"He published an article "Arcana" last month and was summoned by the review committee to come to the summit." The third mage laughed eerily:

"And this kid has participated in a war before. He killed a ninth-level knight alone. He came here on Master Carlisle's airship." The implication is that there is no problem with such knowledge, no problem with his background, and no problem with it. On the battlefield.

"So familiar?—You want him in Crowmarsh?"

"He is a born necromancer! That "Arcane" was published in the necromancy school, in the direction of plague!"

"But how come I heard that he is a healer?" Another crisp female voice took over:

"I went to the teacher's place the day before yesterday and heard that someone in the Conjuration Department is interested in him..."

"Master Carlisle also asked a few days ago..."

Magicians from various schools and organizations were chatting happily, some were complaining, some were quarreling, and some were trying to disagree. As for Grete, the magic elevator finally shook slightly and stopped moving upward. The assistant coach leading the team pressed the elevator door and raised his voice:

"After getting out of the elevator, everyone tried to make as little noise as possible. From this floor up, there are floors occupied by the 'Light of the Stars'. Their daily routine is day and night, and they have particularly high requirements for silence.

I don’t think you are willing to disturb a certain master and be cursed by them, and you will be unlucky for the rest of your life..."

The students remained silent and nodded vigorously. Gretel couldn't help but wonder: Starlight? Which school of thought is this? In the astronomical direction?

His curiosity was soon answered. The students filed out of the elevator and climbed up three floors. Then, the first student who stepped into the hall couldn't help but sigh:

"ah……"

As soon as the sound came out, he immediately covered his mouth with all his strength. The people behind him followed suit. Grete walked into the hall with his mouth covered. When he raised his head, his eyes immediately widened.

It was clearly daytime. It was clear that the sun was shining brightly just a moment ago. However, what comes into view is a dark black dome, like a giant bowl, which is upside down from directly above the head. Countless stars were shining brightly on the sky. Grete turned around and actually found the Big Dipper. The handle of the dipper pointed east, slightly to the south.

...Is this thing real-time? It's not decoration drawing, but real-time display? How do they show the stars in broad daylight?

Grete stretched his neck, quite curious. Under the dome, there is a pipe more than three feet high and as thick as an arm's length, mounted on a movable brass stand, which looks a bit like an astronomical telescope. Grete leaned over to take a look curiously, but there was no glass lens in sight. There were layers upon layers of magic circles in the tube.

"This is for observing the starry sky at night." Seeing him bend down and close his eyes, the assistant did not stop him. Instead, he took a few steps closer and explained to him:

"This dome will be opened at night, and you can directly see the starry sky through the stargazing tube. This stargazing tube is filled with various magic circles such as focusing, amplifying, and positioning. People from the Conjuration School helped arrange it. It is very delicate. "

Oh...it turns out to be a variant of an astronomical telescope. Gretel's interest was instantly extinguished. Looking at the design of this hall, could the ‘Light of the Stars’ be an organization of the prophecy school? Forgive him for not understanding astronomy and not liking divination. Just take a look at this kind of thing.

But we can think of ways to make these magic arrays... Can we make an astronomical telescope? If we reverse the magic circle, maybe we can make a microscope? A high-power microscope? Polarized light microscope, electron microscope, cryo-electron microscope, etc.?

The microscope he used to remove his own liver had a measly 1,000 times magnification...

Grete took a few steps back and quietly stepped aside. There was a snapping sound next to him, and someone floated over like a wandering spirit. When he turned his face and looked around, he happened to be someone he knew: the Master Miles who caught a goose and took a bite of it when we had dinner together last time. Gretel stretched out his hand to pull, but was stopped:

"Let him go. His mentor is from the prophecy school."

But it was Master Anthony, the first person in the training class to advance to level two. They were not in the same team when climbing the mountain before, but now they came together to chat.

Grete retracted his hand as he was told, and saw Master Miles tilting his head as hard as he could, bending his neck back to almost 90 degrees, and drifting towards the center of the hall step by step. Halfway through the float, I stumbled somewhere and fell on my back. Miles didn't seem to notice anything. He lay flat on the ground and looked up at the stars in a daze.

The assistant coach ignored him. Seeing that most people saw the same thing, he led a large group of people downstairs. As for those who are still lying on the ground or lingering around——

"It's okay. If you want him in the Mage Tower, you need him. If you don't want him, people will be knocked down naturally. Such a big Babel Tower, and there are tower spirits watching over it, nothing will happen."

Master Anthony said softly. Grete was awe-inspiring, knowing that no one would drag him away here, so he secretly made a note: Don't be too obsessed with just watching the display of one school of thought and missing out on several other schools of thought. It will be a big loss!

They returned to the elevator and descended a short distance before the elevator door opened again. This time, the assistant coach leading the team looked around and smiled half-heartedly:

"This time, everyone can shout as loudly as possible. Anyway, the isolation inside is good, so I can't hear your voices."

How to insulate the sound...double-glazed glass? Vacuum inside? Grete was curious. He followed the team and passed through two dark black doors with countless thunder lights flowing above them. Suddenly his eyes lit up, Grete closed his eyes reflexively, and stretched out his hand to cover his face——

too bright! It’s so bright! A 1,000-watt high-pressure sodium lamp is not that bright, and the solder flowers are not that dazzling when you look directly at them! Be very careful later, never look straight ahead again...

Grete had tears in her eyes, desperately complaining that she was too careless. It took him a while to recover, and he slowly opened his eyes, and was immediately attracted to her again.

Ahead was a wonder he had never seen before. 12 pillars stand in a ring shape, and the light between the pillars is criss-crossed, forming a network of light. What's even more astonishing is that in the light network, a bowl-sized thunder light rushes back and forth, exploding continuously. Every time the pillar is touched, a ripple is caused on the light network...

"This is the core of the 'Thunder Corner'." The assistant coach who led the way explained again:

"The Tower of Babel is inserted into the clouds, and the lightning in the rain clouds continuously strikes the tower, and is introduced into the interior of the Tower of Babel, becoming the energy reserve of the Mage Tower. What you see is the process of constraining lightning with a field and converting it into energy... …”

What is this? Force field? What is the principle? Grete trembled all over and pushed forward desperately. With a snap, he leaned down onto the transparent glass wall, pressing the tip of his nose tightly against the glass:

Something that can restrain lightning and convert electricity...what exactly is this? electricity? magnetic? Tokamak? Using magnetic confinement to achieve controllable nuclear fusion?

Has the power of the Magic Council reached this point? If controllable nuclear fusion can be achieved, is nuclear fission also possible? What about NMR? MRI? Gamma Knife?

Oh, and there’s electricity! electricity! With electricity, there is ECG monitoring! AMD! All kinds of medical equipment require electricity to drive! We must find a way to get this!

Countless thoughts were whizzing back and forth in Gretel's mind. The team moved slowly along the glass wall. Grete lay on the glass wall, stepping forward step by step. After passing half of the hall, the assistant coach leading the team couldn't bear it anymore and raised his voice and shouted:

"Gret Nordmark!"

"Ah...ah?"

"Are you going to clean the glass with your nose?"

Grete's face turned red. Turning his head to look where he came from, he saw that there was indeed a long mark on the glass wall. It was a bit blurry and a bit greasy - it was indeed caused by his nose. It happens all the time in museums, when a new exhibition opens and everyone wipes the glass with their faces. However, he is the only one here to do this, which is too conspicuous...

It's too late to use the mage's tricks to clean it up now. Gretel took two steps back and fell to the end of the team. While moving forward, he still stared at the force field reluctantly:

How to get it?

The mages on the 15th floor of Babel Tower are busy again.

In the star dome above, there are only a few magicians who show obvious love and inclination. However, in the thunder hall of the Evocation School, at least half of the students turn around every step of the way and wish they could live here.

The magicians of "Thunder Horn" are busy identifying and remembering people, looking through information to determine priorities:

"The guy with yellow hair - the first one to break through level 2, by the way, his name is Anthony Valentine - showed obvious interest. Pay close attention."

"That red-haired girl also likes the school of plasticity? Let's see... one C+ and one B-? Forget it, I guess it won't be her turn."

"Who is that person walking on the glass? Mystic Eyes, change the direction! Oh...Gret Nordmark, it's him again. Okay, let's pay attention to this one, one article "Arcane", if you can get enough, the highest priority That sequence. Uh, wait, that "Arcane" is from the Necronomicon faction..."

After walking through the thunder hall, the group returned to the elevator and went down again. The decoration of the floor that I entered this time has changed again: in the deep black walls, there are ripples that are constantly rolling. At first glance, there are dots of stars, but if you look closely, you can see that there are countless mantras rising and falling here and there, circulating endlessly.

Entering the hall, countless light curtains connect with each other, reflecting the scene outside the Tower of Babel. At first glance, it is almost suspicious that all the walls of Babel Tower have become transparent——

"Secret Eye." The assistant teacher stepped aside, allowing the students to watch 360 degrees without hindrance, and gave instructions and explanations by the way:

"The Conjuration School is responsible for the maintenance of Igor's Mystery Lock. What you see is part of the surveillance hall. Countless arcane eyes are connected together. Through the magic circle provided by the Illusion School, people can directly observe the external scene - Nord Mr. Mark, what are you doing again?"

Secret eye!

This is what I want too!

Grete lay down for the second time.

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