Chapter 226 Isn’t Gretel Upgraded? (Mr. Chun, Leader of the Alliance, Adds 6 Updates)
Chapter 226…Isn’t Grete upgraded? (Mr. Chun, leader of the alliance, adds 6 updates)
As the gremlin muttered, Grete took out his money bag and lined up the gold coins one by one.
In terms of contribution points to his name, he now has more than 1,500, which can be considered a rich man; but he only has more than 200 gold coins. There are many accounts and little income. So far, there is no stable source of income that can regularly obtain gold coins.
This was the result of working in a treatment center for a while and saving up some cash. After arriving in Nevis City, the Magic Council provides food, accommodation, and research. All conditions can be considered favorable. The problem is that the Magic Council uses contribution points to distribute rewards, and Gretel is reluctant to convert the contribution points into gold coins...
"There are only 258 gold coins left..." Grete frowned. There are 200 coins in a bag and 50 coins in a bag. These two bags are packed separately in cowhide bags and are not easily taken out to spend. In the lambskin bag containing change, there are yellow gold coins, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, in total, There are only eight left.
I don’t know how much more I will spend tonight.
Grete swept most of the gold coins into the purse, picked up the only one left outside, and handed it to the little monster. The gold coins disappeared into the blue smoke, and the little monster's figure changed from illusion to solidity. He held the bell in his hand and jumped down. Grete immediately handed over a glass rod:
"Come on, stretch it twice as long and make it even! Even!"
The little devil clasped his hands together, palms facing each other, and sparks flew straight upward. The glass rod gradually softened in the flames. The little monster separated his hands, and the softened glass rod gradually stretched and stretched...
"Hey, hey, it's bent! No! I want it to be straight!"
Fortunately, the glass rod can be reheated and redrawn. The little monster waved his hands, burning the glass rod horizontally, vertically, pulling it horizontally, and pulling it vertically. After tossing it back and forth for a long time, he finally pulled out a glass rod with a diameter of 2 mm and a length of 15 cm. Grete took it in his hand and waved it. It didn't break. He was very pleased:
"Not bad, not bad. Let me try it!"
He held the head of the glass rod at an angle like a pen, touched the end on the culture medium, and took a gentle breath. Close your eyes, adjust your breathing, clear your mind, activate your magic...
The clear and transparent green light flows from the fingertips to the glass rod, then flows along the glass rod to the culture medium, and lights up slightly. As if magic had been cast - or in other words, magic was originally part of the extraordinary power, a circle of small colonies bloomed on the trembling jelly-like culture medium.
"yeah!"
Gretel cheered softly. Until now, he still doesn't quite understand the way magical energy is transmitted. He can only simply understand the part seen with the naked eye as light; and as expected, this beam of green light extends along the direction of the glass rod and does not escape. Too much to the outside environment.
It is feasible to use this method to restrain the magic of birth!
"Gold coins, get me another one. I want one as thick as a hair...gold coins..."
The gremlin is gone. When the duration is over, the little monster turns into blue smoke and retracts into the bell. It has to be recharged before it can come out...
The second time I tossed the glass was not as smooth as the first time. The little monster pulled horizontally and vertically until it turned into blue smoke and retracted into the bell, but it still couldn't pull out a glass fiber that was thin enough to meet Gretel's requirements. Either it's too thick, it's crooked, or it snaps halfway and breaks...
One gold coin is wasted, two gold coins are wasted. Seeing that there were very few gold coins left in his coin purse, Grete racked his brains and finally came up with another possible way to succeed:
"Gold coins, you make a plate with pores - very, very fine, so fine that it can only pass through a hair - and then burn the glass, pour the glass liquid up. Let the glass liquid flow down through the pores, and then Squeeze it gently from the top, and let it fall down on its own.
By the way, we also need to build a barrier around it to prevent the glass fiber from being blown askew by the wind..."
It must be admitted that the ability of gold coins in fine processing is indeed commendable. After Grete's guidance, after three failed attempts, he actually pulled out a few hair-thick glass strands. Well, maybe it's thicker than a hair, but Gretel can't tell the difference clearly even if he only observes it with his naked eyes...
The gold coin's work doesn't stop there. He pulled out the glass wire, and according to Grete's request, he inserted the glass wire into the back of the scalpel, the center of the thin silver rod, the edge of the blood vessel clamp, etc. It is no longer a dream to use therapy (rather than electrocautery) to stop the bleeding while performing an incision.
Just, happy.
The corners of Gretel's mouth curled up. He held a silver rod and pointed it at the petri dish again. This time, the bacterial colony in the petri dish was smaller than last time.
And it didn’t consume the entire magic! The consumption of one spawn is, at best, only half of that of a level 0 divine spell!
Gretel was so happy that she floated around the room, spinning around in circles without her feet touching the ground. If it weren't for his limited athletic ability and inappropriate shoes, he could tap the ground with his toes and spin 32 times on the spot...
He has a powerful piece of equipment! He can now do bacterial culture with his bare hands! Very good!
No need to worry about purifying penicillin anymore! As long as it is separated, he will just promote it! Give birth! Give birth again!
After drifting for a while, Gretel gradually calmed down. He threw the last three gold coins in his coin bag and asked the little monster to pull out hundreds of glass wires in one breath and embed them one by one into silver rods, copper rods, steel rods, or any other metal rods. Seeing that there was only a silver coin and a copper coin left in the money bag, he did not feel distressed and went to the steamer to add more wood to light the fire.
It took Grete about an hour to sterilize all the hundreds of metal rods with high-temperature steam to ensure sterilization. He picked them up one by one and started to breed bacteria in the petri dish. Release the magic, change one, release the magic again, change another, release again, change again...
Even if he consumes less than zero-level magic each time and repeats it hundreds of times, Grete still feels dizzy and his temples are throbbing with pain. He covered the last petri dish, staggered out of the laboratory holding the oak staff.
Close the airlock, rinse, walk to the buffer zone, change clothes and wash again. After all the procedures were completed, Gretel sat down in the outside lounge, slowly closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
In the core of meditation, there is only the last step left to shape the muscles of the whole body. The striated muscle is completed, the smooth muscle is completed, the left atrium, left ventricle, right atrium, and right ventricle are all completed. Gretel closed his eyes and began to use his mental power to build the pericardium bit by bit.
The pericardium is a membranous sac that covers the surface of the heart and serves to protect the heart from excessive enlargement of the cardiac chambers. It looks like just an approximately cone-shaped membrane sac, but it is subdivided into several layers, which is not careless at all.
Gretel first shaped the inner layer, the serosal layer, against the heart. The serosal layer is relatively thin, smooth and moist, and is divided into two parts: the visceral layer and the parietal layer. The pericardial cavity in the middle is filled with pericardial fluid; after the parietal layer is shaped, the outer pericardial layer, which is dense connective tissue, is shaped against the parietal layer. , tough and compact, with little stretchability. Just these three floors with different structures and shapes made Gretel sweat all over.
The last section of the pericardium is shaped and circled around the aortic root, finally completed. The next step is to extend the blood vessels from the heart...
The aorta, pulmonary artery, pulmonary vein, superior and inferior vena cava, and the many blood vessels extending from them are carefully modified one by one to make them closer to the state of the body.
Ah...so tired...
Grete leaned back, spread out his hands and feet, and lay in a big shape on the bed. Just when he lay down, his spine suddenly twitched, and his whole body bounced up as if it was electrified.
That power, that familiar yet unfamiliar power, that gentle yet grand power, came quietly in the dark.
Grete panicked and squirmed backwards on the bed, letting his vest stick to the corner of the wall. As soon as I took the posture, the power had already rushed into the meditation environment, like rain, nourishing every inch of the muscles built in the void.
White light flows silently in the void. The standing human figure began to move again. This time, the tendons tightened, the muscles contracted and stretched, driving the bones to move and change postures.
The diaphragm muscle rises and falls, and the smooth muscle tightens and relaxes, relaxes and then tightens, creating a state of peristalsis of the internal organs. Even the newly completed heart began to beat evenly and powerfully with a thump and a thump.
In the core of meditation, bones and muscles are connected into one body, and then the spirit feeds back into the body.
There was a soft sound of "Boom". It's like a soap bubble being popped, or like a balloon being blown to its limit and finally exploding. When Gretel opened his eyes again, his connection with the world became even closer.
He knew without anyone telling him that his spiritual power level, along with his priest level, had firmly reached level three.
Also, he was lucky this time. After the muscle building was completed, he was upgraded immediately without making him wait?
Did he throw out enough things this time? Do the math, he has popularized the entire set of junior high school chemistry, electrolytic smelting, liquid air separation and purification, and even microscopes?
Grete secretly wrote down the conjecture [Promote technology = upgrade] and let himself fall asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I wanted to devote myself energetically to cultivating bacteria, but there was a loud knock on the door.
"who?"
"Boss, there is someone looking for you at the door——"
The savages began to shout harshly. Since Aurora Wharton joined, the barbarians have also learned his name, and call him Boss Gretel when they have nothing to do. Grete opened the door and went out, only to see a group of cavalry standing neatly outside the wall, headed by a somewhat familiar knight, surrounded by a black carriage with the logo of the Magic Council but no other decorations.
"Who are you……"
"Hello, Mr. Gretel Nordmark." The knight took a step forward and saluted solemnly:
"I am the Knight of Balin, a follower of the Archmage Carlisle. I came here to pick you up on the Archmage's order. There have been espionage activities by the Lord of Radiance in the city recently. The Archmage has ordered you to return to the Mage Tower immediately."
"Oh...Bahrain Knight. I remember you!" Gretel suddenly realized. After the battle against the Lord of Glory, some people in their team were hunted down the mountain. Archmage Carlisle told the Bahrain Knight to "go deal with it." Speaking of which, I also accepted his affection, but I haven't reciprocated it yet.
"Are you leaving now?" Grete looked at the laboratory reluctantly. The Balin Knight saluted again: "Yes, it's urgent. The Archmage means, please return immediately."
There is no point in resisting someone who is following an order. Grete got into the carriage obediently, and the Balin knight closed the window so that his face would not be exposed. We walked all the way to the foot of the mountain, changed to a small train and climbed to the top of the mountain. Before we even entered the office, we heard Archmage Carlisle being angry. He didn’t know who he was talking to:
"It's already here. The project is not finished, the paper is not written, and you are still running around outside! If you don't meditate, how can you upgrade?"
"Well……"
Gretel raised and lowered his hand to knock on the door. He didn't know whether he should go in immediately or find a guest room first and stay there for a few days to avoid the limelight. However, the beautiful walnut door opened with a swipe, and Aurora Wharton ran out as if fleeing, almost bumping into Gretel.
In full view of everyone, Gretel bravely walked in and slowly raised his hand:
"It seems that I just upgraded yesterday..."
Another three thousand words!
In fact, including the ones in the morning, a total of 6,800 words have been updated today, so it counts as an extra chapter... I feel like I'm about to be drained...
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