Chapter 194 How About Going to the Necromancy School?

The teleportation circle flashes continuously.

One paper after another appeared from the transfer box and fell into the sorting center on the 10th floor of the Tower of Babel. The transfer port of the sorting center is smooth and flat, with a slight downward slope. Papers slide along the transfer port into the lower array. Above the magic circle, a piece of blue light lit up and fell straight on the cover of the paper, where the keywords were written.

"Key words, undead, evocation, orcs, school of necromancy"

Outside the magic circle, the three-foot-diameter disk rotated 3/8 of a circle and stopped accurately. The magic circle tilted slightly, and the paper in the center was poured into the transfer box directly in front. A ray of light spreads away and disappears.

"Key words, new plants, toxicity, transfer to prophecy school."

The disk continues to rotate clockwise. After 5/8 turns, a transport box marked "Prophecy" stopped and picked up the paper. The identification of new items, unless otherwise specified, will all be classified into the prophecy school and included in the identification technique resource library.

"Keywords, thermometer, production, body temperature? Transformation school..."

With a plop, Gretel's article "On the Making of Simple Thermometers and the Role of Body Temperature Measurement in Medical Treatment" slid forward and fell into the transfer box of the School of Change. The teleportation magic was activated, and the next moment, it appeared on the top of Igor Peak, on the eleventh floor of the auxiliary tower of the School of Change, and was held up by a pair of invisible arms.

"New paper? No magic attached..."

Another magic circle buzzed into action. Lines of writing and pictures appeared on the white paper, and the new papers were copied in duplicate. Invisible hands took out the papers, put them into two boxes, opened the drawer on the belly of the alchemy devil next to them, and stuffed them inside.

"Directly transfer to Mr. Aslan and Mr. Sloan."

"Yes, transfer directly to Mr. Aslan and Mr. Sloan~~~"

The alchemical golem responded sweetly. The wheels rolled under its feet, chirping "dili dili" and "dili dili" as it drifted out of the room. Go through the aisle, enter the elevator, go to the corresponding floor, take out the paper, and put it into the to-be-received document basket of the magician on duty.

Gretel's paper was divided into chapters. The two treatment-related articles were sent to the School of Conjuration and Medical Care, the two articles related to microscopy were assigned to the School of Prophecy, and the one about curbing dysentery was sent to the School of Necromancy, like other papers on spreading plague.

"Edgar! That Gretel you mentioned last time submitted a paper to us!"

Pyramid Minus 12 - Yes, there is a symmetrical inverted pyramid at the top of Eagle Peak, under the pyramid-shaped Master Tower. On the minus 12th floor, a crow with white spots on its wings spread out and flew over, stopping outside the magic barrier and squawking.

"Submitted your paper?"

Archmage Edgar stopped the quill in his hand and pressed the ruby ​​on the skeleton's left eye.

The ruby ​​retracted inward, the magic barrier opened a small opening, and the crow immediately flew in. Without waiting for its owner to say hello, it landed on the skull's head, lowered its head and pecked the sapphire in the skull's right eye.

The invisible barrier rose again, shutting out the screams, shouts, and the singing of the banshee outside the room again.

The crow raised a paw proudly. Archmage Edgar untied the ribbon on its feet, took out a paper, and handed the crow two pieces of dried meat:

"Thank you, Mr. Spencer. Say hello to your master for me, I owe him a favor."

The crow slowly finished the dried meat, pecked open the barrier, spread its wings and flew away. Master Edgar hummed a song and unfolded his thesis:

"Submitting your thesis so soon? It seems that this kid is still very interested in our Black Crow Swamp..."

Not every one of Gretel's papers was so lucky. There were two magicians on duty at the School of Conjuration. One was out to visit friends, and the other happened to be conducting a large-scale experiment and had been told not to disturb him in advance. Therefore, the papers they were responsible for reviewing were naturally transferred to the hands of students, and even students' students.

"Classification of wounded soldiers on the battlefield? Why is this kind of paper sent to us? It should be something that the priest is concerned about... The author is a second-level mage? Doesn't he know how to study magic at the second level? He is not doing his job!"

Two microscopy-related papers were even more unlucky. It’s not that the reviewer was not doing his job properly, but that during the process of transporting the microscope, the apprentice holding the box fell...

"Bang! Bang!"

So, the magician in charge of the review scratched his head in embarrassment at a strange thing that was crooked and had a few pieces of glass missing:

"...How should this thing be restored to its original form?"

Forgive him for not being good at this... If he was good at it, he would have gone to the Transmutation Department to become an alchemist, and he wouldn't have been miserable in the Prophecy Department...

The college instructor who recommended him said this:

"If you smash the Encyclopedia of Minerals, just smash it. The book won't be broken anyway."

Then, he took the microscope with the eyepiece thrown off and the stage crooked, and began to read the paper and write the evaluation tremblingly...

Ten days later, half of the trainees in the training class had received job offers or invitations to visit such-and-such a mage tower or such-and-such organization. Grete has so far come up empty-handed. He has only received feedback on some papers one after another:

"The thermometer was invented at least a hundred years ago. Suggest the author expand the reading scope of the paper, or... at least visit more magic equipment stores?"

...Well, small places and poor places are just so miserable. By the way, why doesn’t the Magic Council develop an automatic paper query system, similar to CNKI?

Grete shrugged and continued to read the second reply: "The way of classifying wounded soldiers and medical spells are not magically original. It is recommended that the author focus on magic and not be distracted by other fields. "

By the way, are you scolding me for not doing my job properly, or warning me not to give up on my thesis? In short, another "not approved". Without any rewards for research points and contribution points, these two papers were written in vain.

The article discussing the principle of sterility was given a basic point and a basic contribution point without any pain; the two articles on microscopes also only had basic points... Gretel looked at the microscope that had been smashed crookedly in the box, and the smashed The two eyepieces were speechless for a moment, but they understood why they had such comments. As for the article about dysentery...

The review enthusiastically wrote:

"This article uses creative research methods and detailed evidence to prove the way dysentery is spread and the ways to curb it. This article has extremely important reference value for the entire plague branch... It is recommended to award 30 research points for contribution 50 o’clock…”

Which necromancer did this fall into?

Or is the Crow Swamp as a whole making overtures to me?

Gretel was speechless for a long time. The long paragraphs of comments were written for half a page, and between the lines, he said, "Come to us, you can study plagues and other things as you like..."

Otherwise, go to the Necromancy School? Grete thought a little waveringly. No matter what, if you join the Necromancy School, you can at least dissect corpses at will...

Grete clenched the paper with some reluctance. He walked out of the white tower, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Igor Peak. Thick clouds covered most of the peak, and Grete knew that in the clouds stood eight wizard towers of different shapes, and the Babel Tower towering into the clouds in the center of the peak...

By the way, why haven't I replied to my paper on phlogiston? They won't really repeat the experiment... By the way, when Lavoisier did that experiment, it burned for twelve days...

"boom!"

A thunderous earthquake echoed high in the sky. Gretel's pupils shrank, and he saw that the dense clouds covering the tower exploded into a big hole, and the clouds rolled outwards, revealing the towering tip of the Tower of Babel.

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