Chapter 215 Yes, Boss! OK, Boss!

Whether Follower No. 2 and Bernard can get along with each other, Grete still doesn’t know yet. However, he will immediately face a problem:

How should he get along with Master Wharton?

Archmage Carlisle has walked away. As soon as the Archmage left, his disciples followed him with a roar. Only Aurora Walton and Grete were left, one facing in and the other facing out, looking at each other.

one two three. Three seconds, six seconds, ten seconds. Aurora suddenly woke up from a dream, jumped up, and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"Thank you very much! If you hadn't interceded, I would have been doomed - that place in the New World is definitely not a place for people! It will take me a month to float on the sea, and I will still get seasick! If I were kicked away by the teacher, my father would cry to death …By the way, bring me the badge! I’ll transfer the contribution points to you!”

"No need...?" Gretel clutched his badge. Aurora rushed a step in front of him, braked suddenly, clasped her hands in a prayer gesture, and shook them up and down:

"You want what you want! When the teacher finds out that I didn't transfer it to you, he can kill me on the spot! - By the way, what should I call you? My lord? Your Excellency? Master?"

He recalled the followers of the mages around him and the various names they gave to those they followed, word by word. Grete had already shuddered fiercely:

"Don't!"

Forget it, Your Excellency, Master, etc., there is always a particularly bad association...

He even jumped back reflexively. Aurora was suddenly stuck, stunned, and took two careful steps back:

"What's that called?...Boss?"

The boss is the boss! Grete compared the previous titles and felt that "boss" was not unacceptable. At the very least, great professors who can apply for projects and work with a group of associate professors, lecturers, PhDs and masters are called "boss" by the people below.

He currently has several projects...if the project of electrolytic smelting of mithril comes to fruition, he can also be named the corresponding author when publishing PAPER!

...By the way, he is also a follower. What did Bernard call him? Grete searched his memory, and the answer was rather sad: the barbarian either called his name, or said "Hey" or "Hey"...

But correcting the barbarians is obviously better. Gretel's thoughts drifted away for a moment, and the person in front of him had already been called "boss" one by one:

"Boss, thank you for saving my life. Even if you didn't let me go to the New World, you saved three of my lives!"

"Boss, I have been working with you for the past five years!"

"Boss, what work do you want me to do next?"

"Boss, why am I poisoned?"

"Of course you will be poisoned if you smell chlorine..." Grete replied subconsciously. He suddenly reacted:

"By the way, you can help me write a paper - how good are you at writing papers?"

"Don't worry! I can write really well! I have published papers in Ordinary Magician's Monthly, Philosopher's Stone, and Thunder!"

Gretel's answer was to throw him a bunch of experimental plans.

"Electrolyze saturated salt water...electrolyse water, add some caustic soda...electrolyse water, add some sulfuric acid...electrolysis..."

If these experiments are not written clearly, those mages can electrolyze everything in their hands! At that time, the explosions and poisonings will not only benefit Black Crow Swamp, but other schools of thought will be injured and killed one by one!

"Do all these experiments for me! Determine the properties of the product! Write a paper! I have written down all the precautions. It is up to you to verify! If you do something wrong, it will explode. If you do something wrong, you will be poisoned. How to put out a fire? Write clearly!"

"Yes, boss!"

"You don't need to transfer your contribution points to me. Use them to buy experimental materials and apply for experimental equipment!"

"Okay, boss!"

"You must not do experiments that you are not asked to do! For example, electrolysis of caustic soda..."

Aurora Wharton's eyes lit up. The lake-like blue eyes were shining brightly, and a touch of pink appeared on the snow-white cheeks. It looked like the brain was whirring in the skull, and the fan couldn't keep up with the heat dissipation, raising the body temperature to one degree. Gretel quickly waved:

"Forget it, come with me. Don't do experiments today! Go back and have a good rest. I will do it with you tomorrow!"

Emma, ​​you really have to watch this! Electrolysis of a saturated salt water will produce chlorine at most, and if you add lime water in time, you will not cause trouble; if the caustic soda is melted and used for electrolysis - Gretel has no doubt that the flame summoned by the plastic mage can melt the caustic soda. temperature……

Will produce sodium! Sodium!

Throw it into water and it will explode for you to see!

Aurora Wharton's eyes dimmed visibly. He stuffed the experimental plan back into his space bag, dejectedly, and followed Gretel out. He left the laboratory and walked out of the Tower of Babel in three steps. His steps became slower and slower as he walked. It was as if his whole body had been pulled out of the Mage Tower, and all the roots were torn off...

Gretel couldn't help but look sideways. You look so reluctant to leave, you wouldn't have lived in the tower since you were a child, right?

"No? I'm from Berwick County." Facing Gretel's question, Aurora Wharton shook her head quickly:

"It's not from a mage family either... My father is a viscount, and he did some small business. After making money, he sent me to learn magic. Later, he was recommended by the mage tower to come to Nevis, and later, he was accepted by the teacher! In the tower It looks like you have been here for three years...learning magic? It has been five years since you learned magic..."

After five years of study, he has stayed at the top of Igor Peak for three years. No wonder he looks carefree and without any scheming. Grete sighed like this, completely ignoring that he was similar to him. He had important knowledge about breaking people's heads and grabbing them, and threw it out as soon as he said it...

The two of them chatted and boarded the small train, clanking, clanging, clanging all the way down to Igor Peak. As soon as it touched the ground and the sea breeze carrying the fishy smell blew, Aurora Wharton was instantly resurrected with full health:

"By the way, how are you spending tonight? Do I want to come with you? The other followers are following the boss... Where is your home? Is it far from the station? - Who is this?"

"This is Bernard, my first follower, from the northern ice fields. -Bernard, this is Aurora Wharton, you will follow me in the next few years, let's get to know each other."

The blond magician froze on the spot. He raised his head, then raised his head, and then raised his head again... his cervical vertebrae creaked painfully...

"Hello...hello?"

The three people turned collectively, started walking towards Gretel's house. The road became narrower as we walked, and the darkness grew darker on both sides as we walked. Aurora Wharton looked left and right while riding her horse for a long time, and couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, where are we going? Your house?... Is it so remote?"

"Yeah--we're here!"

Gretel dismounted. In the night, the marble sign of "Gret Nordmark Biological Laboratory" reflects the light on the wall and shines...

"Bernard! Aurora! Come on, spray the laboratory with disinfectant!"

Grete happily threw out three buckets of disinfectant. The savage shouldered the barrel without saying a word. Gretel also opened a bucket. Aurora looked left and right, and finally understood that the remaining bucket was her mission. She couldn't help but scream:

"I don't want it!!!"