Chapter 198 Thunder Horn Seems to Be Unable to Support You?

Chapter 198 The Thunder Horn supports you—hey, it seems I can’t afford it?

After some commotion, Master Carlisle finally pressed down the phantom pony and descended from the air to the gate of the castle. The Augustus Castle also opened its door and welcomed this distinguished guest.

——On the castle tower, the three magic ballistae were leveled silently and no longer quietly pointed upward.

Augustus Castle is a legacy left to his daughter by the first wife of the Earl of Inverness. It is also the largest castle in the Viscounty of Roche. The castle is surrounded by water on three sides, guarding the southwest end of Loch Ness, and blocking the lock entrance from Loch Ness to Loch Loch. Even people who know nothing about military affairs can tell at a glance that this castle is a battleground for military strategists.

The castle is surrounded by thick stone walls, and in the center, a three-story square building rises from the ground. The exterior wall is entirely white, shining under the lights from the top of the stone wall and the tower, adding a touch of beauty in addition to solemnity. A long bridge leads straight from the lake shore to the castle. The twin towers guard the castle gate and stand at the end of the long bridge. One man is in charge of the gate and no one can open it.

At this moment, the heavy city gate was of course opened. Dame Luo Xi stood with a long sword hanging on her waist and stood in the middle of the city gate with a smile. On the left, Elder Wood was holding an oak staff and curling his beard subconsciously. On the right, Gretel had just been pulled out of the clinic with crooked hair. Yes, the sleeves are wet, and "I am innocent, I know nothing..." is written all over his face.

Master Carlisle traveled dozens of miles and missed three times before finally finding the person. Seeing Grete's unconcerned look, he was angry and funny at the same time, but his anger calmed down. As soon as his anger subsided, he immediately returned to his original position. He slowly stepped forward and showed an apologetic smile to the Baroness.

"Sorry, I was in such a hurry to find someone..."

Enter the castle, take a seat, serve refreshments, and chat. After a set of procedures was completed smoothly, Gretel was handed over from Elder Wood's hands to Master Carlisle's hands, and was thrown onto a flying carpet:

"Follow me! Now!"

Gretel: "..." I haven't finished the physical examination, I haven't finished drawing the pictures, and I haven't finished teaching the priests yet...

He swallowed all these words.

Master Carlisle, a 14th-level great magician, once saved his life, and hurriedly came to take him away in the middle of the night——

You know, if you protest at this time, you have to have 5,800 tons of water in your head.

He only asked one question:

"Master Wood and the others, will something happen?"

Carlisle gave him a surprised look.

The stars were dim, the crescent moon was like a hook, and only a faint silver light emitted from the pattern of the flying carpet, allowing the two people to see each other's expressions clearly during the conversation.

Carlisle observed carefully and saw that Gretel's worried expression did not seem to be fake, so he snorted:

"You mean well. - Don't worry, they're fine."

That's my business?

In other words, is it because I am alone when you rush here in such a hurry and take me away in the middle of the night?

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, his mind raced, and he began to think hard about the intersection between himself and the great magician. If someone is seriously ill or injured, it should not be a problem; if there is a large-scale epidemic, it will not be a problem; ultrasound, microscopes, bacteria...

"Phlogiston?" He suddenly had an idea: "Has that paper been drafted?"

Overdue?

This kid really has confidence in himself. Master Carlisle snorted with his nose, deliberately not looking at Gretel, and looked up at the sky:

"You got into trouble, kid! Because of your paper, you injured a level 13 archmage!"

"Ah!...Ah?" Gretel was shocked. A level 13 archmage? injured? Because of his paper?

"What kind of injury is it? Is it serious?" Can it be treated well? How much does treatment cost? Can I afford it? If that doesn't work, please ask Elder Wood to take action first. Will you pay me back the treatment fee slowly?

Gretel was secretly prepared to sell himself to pay off his debts.

Of course, if it can be proven that the injury has nothing to do with him, such as being drained of magic power while testing magic, falling down the stairs, etc., then he will definitely have to work hard to resist the blackmail.

Unexpectedly, Archmage Carlisle glanced at him and said slowly:

“The meditation environment breaks down.”

"Ah...oh..." What?

What it is? Why does the meditation environment collapse? What does it have to do with my thesis? Never heard of it!

Before Grete could get to the bottom of things, Master Carlisle had already turned his face and stared at him with a stern face. Grete shrank back when he looked at him: This master was so kind when he saved him last time, but why is his face so ugly now... Is the injured archmage his friend? Or his relatives?

"Why are you running so far away? You can't study at the college if you have the leisure to travel dozens of miles? Or do you know that you got into trouble? Injured someone? You think you can escape by running from Oak Ridge to Fort Augustus? ?”

"I……"

"What are you? Why are you running when you have nothing to do?"

"I didn't mean it!" Gretel finally shouted:

"I made an appointment with the Baroness a long time ago! If I hadn't taught all the priests first, I wouldn't have delayed it until now! - Besides, everyone else has somewhere to go, but I don't have one. There is no mage tower or academy that wants me. Isn’t it enough for me to be a pastor? I can support myself as a pastor!"

"you……"

Carlisle finally laughed angrily. There is no mage tower or academy that wants him? How many schools of thought fought for him!

On the first day, I reported it to the review meeting, and the review meeting reported it to the legendary mages. A group of legendary mages closed their doors and quarreled all day and night!

If the quarrel hadn't been like this, why would most of the students have already decided their whereabouts, and he was the only one who hadn't received the notice yet?

Carlisle wanted to vomit loudly, but when the words came to his lips, he tried hard to swallow them back. He couldn't tell, but he told everything, and this boy became even more proud - he had already gone to the pastor's side. He tried to keep a straight face:

"From today on, you will stay in the School of Plasticity! Read books in Tali'an! Except for going to the training class, don't run around for me! If you have any papers, hand them over to me directly. Don't throw them away in vain. Go to the tower!"

What? Do I have a new home? Gretl was stunned on the flying carpet.

"Energy Shaping School?... Is it really the Shaping School?" he asked with a trembling tone. Seeing Carlisle nod in affirmation, Gretel raised his hands and couldn't help but jump:

"yeah!"

My force field! My high temperature and pressure! My electricity! My EKG! Formaldehyde, ether and propylene finally have hope! Low-temperature oxygen separation has also seen the light of day! If you're lucky, you might be able to get an MRI!

"Sit down! - Be careful of falling!" Master Carlisle lowered the flying carpet in an emergency.

Gretel was so excited that if she wasn't on the flying carpet, she would have wanted to jump up and spin eighteen times in a row. Master Carlisle saw that he was so happy that he was about to fall off the flying carpet. With a finger, the windproof force field protecting the flying carpet opened a small crack, and a sharp cold wind blew in his face, choking Gretel on the spot:

"Cough-cough cough cough cough..."

He lay on the edge of the flying carpet, grabbing the fluff on the carpet, coughing until tears burst out. After a while, the excitement gradually subsided, and then I remembered another thing:

"You can't lock me up! I want to make money! I want to see patients! - If you don't let me treat people, I won't have money for experiments!"

"What experiment do you want to do?" Master Carlisle stroked his forehead. Gretel was confident:

"As for the follow-up experiments of that phlogiston paper! I already said, 'All substances that cannot be decomposed by any method are considered elements for us.' I have to prove it in the follow-up!"

"Write down your paper, conjectures, and experimental designs!" Master Carlisle didn't even think about it. "As long as your writing is reasonable, Thunder Corner has plenty of funding. You can apply for any project! You don't have to think of ways to make money on your own!"

How many experiments can a mere second-level mage design? From the projects of his disciples and grandsons, he randomly pulled out some funds and manpower, which was enough for this kid to build it!

"That's what you said!"

Gretel stayed in seclusion for ten days. Ten days later, Master Carlisle was holding a foot-thick paper and experimental design, and he wished he could turn back time and erase his sentence.

——Only Grete himself knows that he combines junior high school chemistry, high school chemistry, all relevant knowledge points suitable for demonstrating the existence of elements, and experimental plans for determining the elemental density of the first 20 elements in the periodic table and the 15th element in the metal list. , all thrown out.

There are also chemical instrument operation methods, gas weight and volume measurement methods, temperature measurement methods, titration analysis methods...

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time!

Emma, ​​it’s so painful to live in water, fire, and wind all day long. I want to test blood potassium, blood sodium, blood oxygen, and so on. I have to establish the concept of chemical elements first!

There is an opportunity to work as a coolie for the Magic Council. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so hurry up and seize it!

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