Chapter 222 Please Upgrade Quickly, Why Don’t I Give You Money? (Mr. Chun, Leader of the Alliance, Update 4)

How the old man in work clothes slapped the table of the School of Prophecy and extorted half of the cost of repairing the big-boned stick is another story. After Gretel and the Alchemist Guild agreed on the reward, he happily plunged into his laboratory——

Well, if you want to make electrolyzed water, electrolyzed saturated salt water, or synthesize something else, you can just play in the Tower of Babel. There is a power supply and a strong field barrier. If it explodes accidentally, someone will clean it up. If you want to get penicillin, it’s best to go to your own monkey version of the P4 laboratory...

After all, when developing penicillin, you will inevitably have to deal with Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, Pseudomonas aeruginosa, etc., and piles of bacteria. If you are not lucky, maybe the penicillin has not been purified yet, and some mutated and penicillin-resistant bacteria have quietly crawled out.

Such as MRSA.

If this thing comes out, penicillin series, cephalosporin series, sulfonamide series, rifampicin, etc. will all be useless. Grete can only try to maximize his luck and go shopping in the New World to see if he can find vancomycin...

Ah, I get a headache just thinking about it.

If this thing really spreads, with bad luck, half of the Magic Council could be wiped out...

So Gretel is very conscious. He moved all the bottles and cans back to the laboratory on the outskirts of the city. From then on, he moved from the top of the mountain to the outskirts of the city and the forging area like a wheel. Master Wharton followed him, up and down the mountain, down the mountain and up the mountain, running until his tongue was sticking out. Not only that, he also had to be carried over by the teacher and questioned:

"Has Gretel advanced?"

"Okay, it seems not..."

"Is he finished with his project?"

"Mythril smelting, isn't it senior brother and the others who are doing it..."

"Then what is he busy with?!"

"I'm treating the dwarves... I'm also taking over a project from the Alchemy Guild... I'm still making dyes and stuff..."

"Why do you make dye? The Magic Council needs him some dye?! Doesn't need him to make money?! It's serious to urge him to advance quickly!"

"Teacher, why do you think I can motivate him... I am his follower, not him who is my follower..."

Archmage Carlisle stroked his forehead. This little disciple was really spoiled by him, no matter how big or small he was, he even learned to talk back to him! Throwing him to be Gretel's follower didn't seem to make his innocent and optimistic character become a little more cautious...

Hey, this also shows that Gretel treats this boy very well and doesn't put on any airs at all?

"If you can't push me, I'll push you! Call me here!"

Aurora Wharton ran away.

Half an hour later, Archmage Carlisle received a message from the metal message bird:

"Teacher, Gretel is not in the Tower of Babel. I will go to the laboratory at the foot of the mountain to find him!"

Two and a half hours later, the second metal message bird was brought into the mystery by the disciple of Archmage Carlisle and presented to the teacher:

"Teacher, Gretel is not in the laboratory at the foot of the mountain. He probably went to the forging area. I'll go find him!"

In the evening of that day, Aurora Wharton found Gretel at the entrance of the forging area, who was having a great time and refused to leave.

Gretel was surrounded by a group of dwarves in the center. That is to say, humans are a bit taller than dwarves, so Aurora can find her follower from the crowd effortlessly. Grete held a drawing board in front of him, smiled and waved, shouting to the dwarves around him:

"Don't be anxious, come one by one! Whose turn is it today? Stand up, stand up straight, stand up straight, tuck your chin a little bit - ok, don't move! [Detect Magic]!"

What are you doing?

Wizard Wharton walked over curiously. As soon as he stretched his head, he saw Gretel holding the newly arrived pencil, brushing it, looking at the dwarf, drawing a few strokes, looking at the dwarf again, and drawing a few more strokes. With a focused expression and smooth movements, the dwarves around him poked their heads and watched with great interest.

Look at the drawing board again. There is no appearance or clothing in Gretel's paintings, only thick and light, black and gray color patches. If you look carefully, it looks like the vertical skeletons at the Necromancy School...

While he was lost in thought, Grete had already finished drawing. The magic light flashed, and a copy was quickly made. One was carefully put away by Gretel, and the other was held in the hand of the dwarf who was painting, turning it over and over, looking at it with bright eyes:

"This...what is this?"

"Look, this is your spine, these are your ribs..." Gretel pointed to the hand-drawn X-ray and told him:

"The spine is fine, there is nothing wrong with it. This curvature is normal. It would be fatal if the spine were straight... Hey, there is a seam here on the seventh rib on the right, and it is a little crooked. Have you broken this rib before? Passed? Was it broken in a fight? Or was it broken?"

"Yes, yes!" The dwarf nodded like rammed earth: "When I was playing in the mine when I was a child, I accidentally rolled down and my chest hurt for two months! Mr. Mage, you are amazing!"

...This is the skill of a priest, no, a radiologist...

Gretel didn't want to explain this. He was only excited to get another X-ray, and he had one more piece of medical research information. It's a pity that the magic imaging didn't come out, so I had to draw it myself... hundreds of people, front, side, and different parts, and thousands of pictures had to be drawn. It was so painful!

Even the pain could not stop Grete from being fully devoted. This is his first research on human-like intelligent creatures! So rare! In previous lives, all scientists in the world did not have this condition!

After finishing an X-ray, Grete stretched and put away the drawing board. The dwarves dispersed, and Wizard Wharton approached Gretel and poked him quietly:

"Gretel! Can you go back to the summit tomorrow? The teacher wants to see you!"

"tomorrow?"

Gretel's men gave him a meal. He looked around with some resistance: "I have a lot of things to do...Is it urgent with the Archmage? If it's not urgent, can I go there in a few days?"

"It seems like I want to urge you to advance..."

"This thing!" Gretel immediately lost interest. "It's not like you can advance by urging me. Can you help me tell the Archmage? I'll go as soon as I finish my work!"

"Hey, let's go once!" Master Wharton went over and dragged him. "Teacher won't lock you in the tower... Just do me a favor and show your face before coming back? Stop by the Alchemy Guild to see if Bernard's bone club has been repaired!"

"Then...then help me sort out these data!"

Grete threw him a stack of papers unceremoniously. Aurora Wharton only glanced at it, and her eyes circled around each other, completely turning into mosquito-repellent incense.

"Name, age, gender, height, weight, body temperature, heartbeat, breathing, lung capacity... what are these?"

"Oops! Don't worry about your name. Divide this information into categories for every 10 years old, calculate the average, and then calculate the average again! Hurry up and give it to me!"

Gretel is doing basic statistics on dwarves. There are about two to three hundred dwarves in the entire forging area, and most of them are men between 100 and 200 years old - based on the dwarves' maximum life span of 400 years, that is, young men between 25 and 50 years old. In terms of medical statistics, this sample size is enough for preliminary statistics.

During this time, he called a group of dwarves over one by one, and tested everything that could be measured except the blood pressure monitor, which still had no liver coming out. I have accumulated a thick stack of data in half a month, and the remaining work is to make statistics, draw charts, and get the normal value range...

"Ahhhhhhh - what's the use of making such a thing!" Wizard Wharton screamed.

"Shut up! Come on!"

Wizard Wharton silently curled up into a ball and began to fulfill the duties of a follower... no, a calculating tool man. Gretel spread out a roll of paper beside him and began to write a paper line by line based on his impressions when measuring the data:

"...To sum up, the heartbeat and breathing of dwarves are slower than that of humans, and the normal body temperature is relatively lower. The author speculates that this may be one of the secrets of the long lifespan of immortal species.

This guess has not been verified. If there is an opportunity, comparative studies can be conducted on other humanoid creatures..."

Hmm, the lung capacity of these dwarves seems a bit smaller. Could it be that these people have been mining all year round and have varying degrees of pneumoconiosis? I'll give it a try another day with dwarves who aren't very good at mining...

The two of them wrote and calculated, and when they reached the summit the next day, they were both depressed. Archmage Carlisle looked at the pair of dark circles on his disciple's face, and then at Gretel's identically dark eyes, and couldn't even utter a word of urging. He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed:

"Advancing is not a matter of a day or two... but there is no need to work so hard..."

"No, no!" Aurora quickly clarified. "He came here yesterday to write a paper... I was helping him calculate the data, but I accidentally calculated it too late! Fortunately, I didn't delay my meditation! Teacher, look, the paper!"

According to the instructions of the legendary mage, all of Gretel's papers must be submitted uniformly and reviewed by the legendary mage. Of course, the big laziness is worse than the second laziness, and the second laziness is worse than the little laziness. Since Gretel has a new follower, Master Wharton has submitted papers on his behalf. As for Master Descartes, all the papers were read first by his disciple, Archmage Carlisle...

The Archmage opened the paper naturally. I glanced around and saw the title:

"Research on Standard Physiological Data of Dwarf Males"

The archmage's feet shook on the spot. His fair face turned red instantly, his breathing was rapid, and his jugular veins protruded. Based on the experience of a deputy director of the emergency department, Grete intuitively felt that this person's blood pressure was probably going to go off the charts...

Can nifedipine be suppressed? Or Betaloc? If you are on the operating table, you should ask the anesthesiologist to give him some antihypertensive drugs, such as inhaling isoflurane, pushing some sodium nitroprusside, or pumping some nitroglycerin...

Gretel was thinking in a daze. Opposite him, Archmage Carlisle shook the paper in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Gretel, why are you focusing your energy on this? A magician like you - a magician with a talent for research like you should upgrade your mage level as soon as possible to avoid premature death!"

Do you know how much effort the council has put into protecting you? Do you know that in order to protect you from being targeted by the Lord of Radiance Church, your important papers were secretly distributed to reliable magicians for experimental demonstration?

Do you know that as long as you leave the Igor Mystery Lock, you will be under the surveillance of the Tower of Babel, and that there will be a full-time magician monitoring your location 24 hours a day?

Do you know that such protective measures will last at least until you advance to level 5 - that is, the level where you learn [Fireball Technique] and transform into a humanoid self-propelled turret?

"How about you go to the meditation room for retreat and raise your level as soon as possible? Now you have the contribution points. If it's not enough, I can lend it to you first!!!"

Thanks to x-on:redsnowdance for the 500 starting coins

Thanks to x-on:Magical Girl Pika Meow for the 100 starting coins reward

Another three thousand words! Counting the 3,000 words written at noon, today’s extra update is complete!

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