Chapter 214 Follower No. 2, Get It?

"Hey! Stop!!!"

Gretel almost flew out with Master Wharton. Of course, one was pulled out, and the other rushed out on his own; one fell backwards with a look of horror on his face, and the other leaned his body sideways, stretched his hands forward, and tried his best to pull. But there is always a limit to the reaction speed of human nerves. Grete rushed as hard as he could, but his outstretched fingertips were still a little short of Master Wharton...

"well……"

A sigh sounded out. Then, Gretel saw Master Wharton's body being blown away, slowing down, as if falling into a pile of cotton, leaning in the void in a strange posture. Well, if you don’t consider your gender, it’s quite enchanting…

In the corner of his eye, the silver-haired magician, the great disciple of Archmage Carlisle, quietly retracted his fingers. The rest of the people rushed forward, laying hands on hands, hugging waists, trying their best to stop their teacher:

"Teacher! Calm down! Calm down!"

With such a buffer, Gretel finally rescued people safely. He rolled his eyelids and pressed his chest to make sure there was no fatal injury. He released the patient, turned around, and pointed at Archmage Carlisle menacingly:

"Why are you beating people! Why are you beating patients! They were just cured!!!"

If only there wasn't an air cushion in the back! If someone falls directly against the wall! With such speed and impact, it would be light to break a few more bones! In the event of a brain injury, spinal fracture or other injuries, he has nothing at hand and no treatment at all!

Gretel leaned forward and tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, trying his best to prevent the other person from seeing that he was feeling guilty. Archmage Carlisle is a level 14 great magician. He is also his savior and disciplines his disciples. He really has no position to criticize others...

But he finally brought the patient back! It took tracheotomy, oxygen inhalation, and a bunch of healing techniques to save him from the brink of death! After pressing the air pump for half an hour, his hands are still shaking!

Grete persuaded himself in this way, trying to straighten his small body as a second-level magician and a first-level warrior. You can scold me, but you are not allowed to hit my patients! The patient I just cured must not be beaten in front of me under any circumstances!

To his surprise, Archmage Carlisle was not angry at his attitude. Instead, he let out a long sigh and threw away the arms of his disciples. Then, he dusted off the mage's robe and bowed deeply to Gretel without any warning.

"Master, please stop!" Gretel was so frightened that he almost jumped up. Well, if he had the attributes of a snow leopard, he might really be able to fly three feet in the air. He hurriedly went up to help him, but Archmage Carlisle had already stood up straight, with a face full of shame:

"I'm not good at teaching! Little Grete, I'm sorry for you, but you actually taught such a student, who dares to steal other people's things casually!"

"How can this be stolen..." The content of the middle school chemistry textbook. Gretel's voice became lower and lower. Archmage Carlisle strode in front of him. He raised his hand and raised his transparent palm again, lifting his little disciple up to stand up straight:

"Tell yourself! Where did you go wrong!"

"I..." Aurora Wharton was frightened twice in a row. She was swaying and could not stand. He glanced at the teacher quickly, lowered his head, and glanced at Grete again. His face instantly turned red and then turned pale:

"I, I violated the rules of the Magic Council... I did not get authorization or legal exchange for other people's experiments. I cannot do them secretly..."

The Magic Council has always been extremely strict when it comes to protecting the unique achievements of magicians, or to use a modern term, intellectual property. In the early days of ignorance, every magician cherished his unique magic broom. If he found out that someone had stolen it, he could even use legal private means to rescue him - that is, beat the other person to death.

Of course, whether it can be beaten to death is a matter of another dimension.

After the Magic Council was established, another set of rules was established. Magicians are encouraged to publish papers and submit their own innovative magics for other magicians to exchange for a fee. Of course, if there are legal exchange channels, there are still people who want to be sneaky...

There is no need for the infringed magician to come forward, the Magic Council will hunt him down to the end!

And experimental design and so on... are also part of the magician's achievements, and enjoy the same protection in the Magic Council.

While Master Wharton admitted his mistake intermittently, Archmage Carlisle scolded and briefly explained to Gretel. After explaining, he rubbed his temples and sighed again:

"Grete, just take it for my sake and don't report it to the council. I'll compensate you as much as you deserve, and I'll punish you as much as you deserve - Oro, how many contribution points do you have left?"

"Still, there are still more than 1,500 points..."

"Give him a thousand and a half!" Archmage Carlisle gave the order without any hesitation. He turned around and explained to Gretel:

"The fine imposed by the Magic Council for this kind of behavior is usually ten times the normal exchange price. I can't estimate the value of your experiment. I only know that it is certainly not low, but this guy only has 1,500... If you think it's not enough, I'll turn back. Fill!"

"No need...?" Grete stopped him in a low voice. Master Carlisle has turned to his disciple:

"As for you, leave the Mage Tower now, immediately! Take the nearest ship to the New World and stay there for three years. You are not allowed to come back until the time is up!"

"teacher……"

"Get out! Either go to the New World for three years, or, from now on, don't call me teacher!"

This order was urgent and fast and could not be refuted. The disciples beside him were silent. Everyone looked down at their toes, and no one dared to interrupt to intercede. Aurora Wharton's face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Finally, she bowed deeply and staggered towards the door.

"Wait!" Gretel finally reacted. He took a step across, standing between Master Wharton and the door of the room, and looked at Archmage Carlisle:

"Your Majesty the Archmage! You...I am very grateful for your intention, but there is really no need to punish you so severely. It is just an experiment, not something extraordinary..."

It is also a basic experiment in middle school textbooks. Gretel could accept a scolding and a couple of beatings for secretly learning something like this, but to be directly exiled for three years?

Grete really feels that this punishment is too magical...

"It's not heavy at all." Archmage Carlisle shook his head solemnly. "It's only been three years. It's better to be stationed instead of just throwing him to the front line. If the parliament directly issued a punishment, it would only be more severe than this, and there would also be a record--"

In other words, Archmage Carlisle directly ordered the punishment without going through the Magic Council and without leaving a record. In the future, if the incident gets out and the punishment is passed, no one else can say anything. After Master Wharton comes back, he can continue to study in the Mage Tower. As long as Gretel doesn't complain to the Magic Council, everything will be fine.

Not only did he abide by the rules, but he also left room for the disciples, and he also appeased the victim. It was all in good glory... provided that the victim really agreed...

"The council's punishment should also consider my opinion!" Gretel stood in the way of Master Wharton and insisted not to let him leave:

"I am the one who was stolen from the experiment! I am qualified to speak! Your Excellency the Archmage, you once saved my life, and you have also taken good care of me these days. I have always been grateful to you... Your disciple learned a little It’s just an experiment, it’s really nothing, there’s no need to do this!”

Archmage Carlisle choked. All the magicians in the room saw that the teacher's dark and angry aura softened, and his face softened:

"It's my duty to save you, I don't need you to thank me! Punishment is also a rule, and favors cannot be used to offset it! Little Grete, if you remember my favor and don't report the matter to the council, I will be very grateful!"

"That……"

When it comes to the rules of the council, Gretel really can't beat the other party - after all, he is only a second-level mage, and as for the other party, a 14th-level great magician is qualified to enter the review meeting, and there is no need to modify a few unimportant rules. Next words. But, but, this is too much...

Gretel looked around subconsciously.

Master Wharton looked at him helplessly, with a pleading look on his face. His bright blond hair was hanging down, and he seemed to have become a lot lighter. Of course, Gretel was not sure whether those hair strands were faded by chlorine...

Beside Archmage Carlisle, the disciples stood one by one, looking at the teacher and then at Gretel, their lips opening and closing, closing and opening again. The silver-haired magician hid at the end of the crowd and raised his hand slightly to Gretel in a "please" gesture.

Hmm...it seems like they all want to ask me for help...

Gretel scratched his hair, trying to find a way to refute the Archmage. After looking, looking, and searching, he actually came up with an idea:

"What about changing the punishment? It's the same three years. Instead of going to the New World, how about doing something else? For example...for example, let him work for me?"

I have always wanted a high-level tool man... The mage level is not high enough, so many experiments cannot be done...

"I do!" Before Archmage Carlisle could answer, Aurora Wharton couldn't wait to shout:

"I can do anything! Write papers, do experiments, run errands, everything! No salary! Not a penny!"

"You still want a salary?!" Archmage Carlisle's face turned darker again. He looked at Gretel who was blocking the door, then at his disciple's pale face and trembling lips, frowned and rubbed his temples. The silver-haired magician took a step forward at the right moment:

"Teacher, Auro almost died today, and he has been taught enough lessons. Since Mr. Nordmark said so, let Auro follow him."

"Yes, teacher..."

"The New World is too far away..."

"The sea is also very rough. I heard that a ship sank last month..."

The disciples opened their mouths to persuade. Archmage Carlisle looked from left to right, then from right to left, and finally relaxed his brows and pointed to his young disciple:

"From today, three years, no, five years! Within five years, you will be Gretel's follower, and you can do whatever you are told!"

Master Wharton looked like he was being pardoned, and quickly turned around and saluted Grete. Gretel reached out to help him, and when his eyes fell on Wharton's face, he couldn't help but lose focus:

The second follower?

Can such a clean and beautiful young mage get along with Bernard?

Three thousand words! Today’s total is 6,000 words, and the extra updates are finally finished!

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