Chapter 191 Little Grete, Come to Our School?

Secret eye.

Level 3 spell.

Creates an invisible magical detector that transmits visual information. It can move and pass through holes or spaces with a diameter of no less than 1 inch (Gretel strongly suspects that this is because the Mystic Eye itself is 1 inch in diameter).

This spell, in the eyes of the mages who created it, or in the eyes of the mages who maintain the secret lock, is a very useful detection magic in adventurous journeys, and is also a very useful monitor in daily life. But in Gretel's view, the arcane eye only means one thing:

Endoscopy!

Endoscopy! ! !

laryngoscope! gastroscopy! Colonoscopy! Bronchoscope! Laparoscopy!

Although we have to think of another way to send the Mystic Eye into the body, although the light source, sampling, cutting and attraction have to be designed separately, although the Mystic Eye itself has to be reduced, and it must be greatly reduced -

Both the esophagus and the trachea are far less than 1 inch in diameter. Not to mention laparoscopy, the inner diameter of the puncture device is usually 5.5mm, 10.5mm, or 12.5mm. Unless the secret eye shrinks to 1 centimeter in diameter, it can't go anywhere.

However, it is better to have ready-made spells and directions for modification than to use your brain in vain!

Gretel was lying on the glass window, staring at the nearest light screen, trying hard to see clearly the way the Mystic Eye presented the picture:

How far can you see? To what extent?

Is the picture distorted?

Will the colors be distorted?

If possible, it is best to put it into a dark environment to see how bright the picture can be displayed, and whether it is necessary to add a light source...

His eyes were almost glued to the wall. Master Anthony couldn't stand it and held him back:

"What are you looking at here?...Looking at the Mystical Eye? The Mystic Eye is a spell from the prophecy school. What's the point of staying in the Mysterious Lock Hall?"

"Ah...ah?"

Grete was dragged away by him in dismay.

From the prophecy school? He has never been very interested in the school of prophecy. Of all the basic spells, he only learned [Detection Magic], [Reading Magic] and [Language Understanding]...

If he wants to learn [Secret Eye], I don't know if his knowledge reserve is enough.

Also, [Arcane Eye] is a third-level spell that requires a level 5 magician to learn. If you want to improve it, you don’t know which level it needs to be. He has just been promoted to level 2...

(Goodbye)

The magicians in the Mystery Hall are busy. Gretel looked at their badges through the glass wall. The levels of these people were not too high. Except for a leading archmage who was level 10 or above, most of them were level 5~9, which was responsible for the daily maintenance and maintenance of the Mystery Lock. Monitor work.

"So you need to be at least level 5 to work here?"

Mage Korien leaned over and whispered. A group of students looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces: The strongest among them was Level 2, and they had just been promoted to Level 2. In terms of work, he is only a little better than those apprentices who can only do magic tricks. Want to enter the Tower of Babel?

They can't even understand what the magician inside the wall is doing...

Gretel's attention was on the other side.

The Mystery Hall was as warm as spring, and the magicians in the glass walls all wore light robes and no hats. Most of my hair is sparse, half is Mediterranean, occasionally bald, and all have dark circles under my eyes.

Look at that energetic person, he is similar to the common coder in his previous life, and he is still better than the emergency doctor...

After all, most coders are 996, and emergency doctors are more than just 996.

As he looked at it, he saw a level 9 magician with particularly sparse hair yawning and wiping away his tears: "I can't do it anymore. I need to rest for a while." He took out a small crystal bead and chanted a few times, and the ground rose. Create a semicircular blue sphere. The magician dove into the ball and disappeared.

"How lazy is this..." Master Corian complained at the same time: "You can only walk a few steps to the lounge, and you have to put it in a room... Isn't this thing only used in the wild?"

Gretel's eyes lit up again.

"Is this house clean inside?"

"Of course it's clean!" Corian gave him a strange look: "The shelter hut of the plasticity system is built purely with a force field. If it's not clean, there will be ghosts!"

It still needs to be tested whether it is clean or not. Grete is not very confident in the cleanliness of this spell - after all, even in a generally clean laminar flow operating room, used for general surgery, thoracic surgery, urology, obstetrics and gynecology, and otolaryngology surgery, every square centimeter of the floor is The infection density must be less than 5!

But that’s better than finding a random room or having surgery in the middle of nowhere! After all, if the shelter is not clean enough, you can spray disinfectant and disinfect the walls, which is much more convenient than disinfecting an old house.

Gretel was really afraid of the abdominal surgery she had just done: while trying to stop bleeding in the liver and checking for damage to the intestines, she was always worried, fearing that a gust of wind would come from any direction, and sand, dust, or even leaves and grass would fall into the wound!

Sheltered cabin!

Portable operating room!

You must get this thing!

"Oh, by the way, this is also a third-level spell..."

What?

So you have to reach Level 5 before you can take the operating room with you?

Gretel clapped his fingers. It was the beginning of April last year. I became a mage apprentice in mid-April. I became a level 1 mage in mid-June, which took 2 months. I became a level 2 mage in February this year, which took 8 months. At this rate, if everything goes well, we will probably be able to reach level 3 next year, and then in three years, we will be able to reach level 5?

It feels so slow... In this little time, I have graduated from the five-year clinical medicine program...

His mood suddenly dropped. On the 15th floor of the Tower of Babel, a magician who was paying attention to him flashed his eyes and quickly wrote down:

"Gretel Nordmark...isn't interested in the Conjuration System? He was more interested in the Mystical Eye just now..."

The school chooses the magician, and the magician also chooses the school. Especially these seedlings who were selected from small rural areas and sent to training classes, showed great potential, and had not yet been snatched away.

During this visit to the Tower of Babel, each school tried its best to show off its own characteristics. The original purpose was to attract as many outstanding young magicians as possible and make them willing to join their own school...

The visiting team went all the way down. The School of Enchantment and Control, Grete's face was expressionless, and he drifted by; the School of Illusion, he continued to drift by; the School of Protection, he was slightly interested, but not too excited; the School of Change...

"Which spell is more interesting to me? Turn fossils into mud? Transform into giants? Malicious transformation? Ahhhh, Master Mainland has given me a task..."

Grete glanced at it and continued to drift by. What the hell is it about turning a man into a frog? Where can I find a princess to kiss him? Oh, by the way, it is said that the newly crowned new king is a queen, and she is still unmarried. So there is no princess in the country, so she can only go to the mainland to get a prince...

The elevator of the Tower of Babel continues to go down, below the clouds, to the ground, and finally deep into the rock formations. The indicator light on the negative 20th floor turned on, and the assistant coach who led the team cast a [Phantom Sound Technique] on himself and raised his voice:

"Please wear your temporary badges and follow the team... Next is the Black Crow Swamp area. Please don't fall behind and be careful of negative energy damage..."

When the elevator door opened and we stepped into the corridor, the queue in front of us stopped for a moment. Gretel squeezed up to take a look. On both sides of the gloomy glass wall, there were long rows of corpses. There were humans, orcs, dwarves, and all kinds of strange mutants... Some were complete, some were half-dissected. , some have organs soaked in bottles, and some have only skeletons left...

There is a dazzling array of things to see and a welcome along the way.

Gretel's eyes shone as he leaned against the glass wall again.

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