Chapter 229 "Arcane" Academic Annual Conference

Gretel worked hard for two whole months. From the end of August, when the cool breeze blows and the nights are slightly cooler, to the end of October, when the vegetation is withered and the cold rain falls, I work 12 hours a day, but there is still no penicillin coming out of my liver.

Of course, the results in other aspects are very rich:

Adding acid, alkali, heating, and tossing all kinds of dyes back and forth resulted in a batch of new things. If they were willing to sell them to the Alchemy Guild, they could probably be sold at a good price. Unfortunately, the protagonist was too lazy to sort them out and sell them. What a waste of time;

The ten pathogenic bacteria from Black Crow Swamp have been isolated, purified, and cultured. The animal experiments and experimental records have been completed. If you want to complete the questions, you can hand them over at any time;

The barbarians have gained a lot of weight - there are only so many materials used to make culture media every day, and the remaining beef, mutton, seaweed, sea stone flowers, etc., boiled or roasted, most of them have gone into the barbarian Human belly...

The only trouble is that there has been no progress in penicillin.

So Gretel didn't dare to solve the problem. Are you kidding me? What if those guys from Black Crow Swamp went too far with their experiments, multiplied and spread these infectious bacteria indiscriminately, and really caused a plague?

Relying on magical treatment is obviously a drop in the bucket. The bacillary dysentery outbreak in Heartland City was already evident. Until then, holding a bottle of antibiotics in hand will be the confidence to suppress the plague!

"Bernard - run a little further tomorrow and look for spots and patches of green mold, whether they are growing on the soil, on books, or on the skins of various melons. Give me a piece of it." return!"

"Okay, boss!"

"Buy a bunch of fruit again, cut it open and let it grow mold!"

"No...no problem, boss."

"Add a brazier to the room where the fruit is placed to make it warmer, otherwise mold will not grow. By the way, don't stay in that room. It's not good to stay in a room where mold grows for a long time! Go to another room to warm yourself by the fire! "

"That's not the case, boss? I'm very strong! No need to keep yourself warm on a day like this!"

"No need to save money for me, we don't need these few charcoal money..."

"Boss! There's someone knocking on the door outside! I'll go out and take a look!"

The savages ran away. After a moment, Master Wharton stood up with a smile on his face and held up an envelope:

"boss!"

"What are you here for?"

Gretel raised his head from his notebook with a surprised look on his face: "Didn't I tell you not to come here often? Didn't the disinfectant water have been delivered today?"

Yes, since Gretel started the bacterial culture project, his second follower, the fifth-level mage Mr. Aurora Wharton, has been kicked out of the laboratory... In Gretel's words:

"Your research direction is not biomedicine! You are in the plastic energy department. No matter how much time you spend on this area, it will not be good for you! Besides, working here is troublesome. You have to wear gloves and take off gloves and protective clothing every day. Take it, there are a lot of rules! Let’s go back to the mage tower!”

A magician from the plastic energy department has no idea about sterile operations, and his skills in biomedicine... Judging from his ability to make chlorine gas by himself and then poison himself, he is probably not as good as a college undergraduate. If a few petri dishes, Erlenmeyer flasks, etc. were knocked over, Emma would not be enough trouble for him.

Therefore, Master Wharton's only duty was to deliver newly prepared disinfectant to the laboratory once a day.

Two big barrels. One bucket for showering and one bucket for splashing on the floor.

Aurora stood in front of the table holding the piece of paper, feeling aggrieved, and her blond hair looked bleak. Grete thought for a while, took out a notebook from the drawer on the right, turned it to the place between the bookmarks, took a look, and asked:

"Since you are here today - how are you doing with the various compounds of iodine? Using various combustible gases as casting materials to study fire magic, how is the research going? I asked you to study alumina, how is the research going? Already?"

"...Boss, I'm here to send an invitation..."

He handed over the envelope in his hand. The envelope was made of smooth dark blue hard cardboard, the blue was deep and dark, almost black, with dots of silver powder shining on it. At first glance, it looks like the starry sky at night.

There was no word on the envelope, only a single mark flashed in the center of the front. However, no one can ignore this mark alone.

External double circle ring. Internal hexagram. In the space cut out by the hexagram, various symbols of time, matter, elements, and metals are drawn. In the center of the six-pointed star, there is a clear black and white eye open, bright and alert, and sleepless day and night.

The logo of Arcane Journal.

On the back of the envelope, sealed with dark red lacquer, the same logo was hot-stamped. Gretel opened the paint seal and poured out the letter. On the white letter paper, there were beautiful cursive characters line by line, like vines:

"Dear Mr. Gretel Nordmark:

Since you have published articles in "Arcane" in the past year and have made important research results in the field of evocation magic,

You are hereby invited to come to the Sage Hall of Bridge Magic Academy at 9:00 am on November 5th to participate in the "Arcana" annual academic conference and the annual Young Magicians Award Ceremony.

"Arcana" Editorial Department"

Ah?

Going to an academic conference?

Gretel glanced at the calendar subconsciously. November 5th...what day is today? There is no need to commute to and from get off work on time, there are no weekends, and naturally there are no holidays or triple wages. Except when he needs to write the date when writing experimental records, at other times, the date is nothing to him...

His questions were quickly answered. Aurora came over and looked at his hand. After reading the invitation, she sighed:

"Wow, boss, I'm invited to the annual meeting of "Arcane"! The teacher has only attended it twice! Boss, boss, can you take me with you? By the way, boss, do you have formal attire? If not, let's go out for a walk together. There are still five days until the departure party, so it’s still too late to make clothes! There will also be an award ceremony! If you are invited to go, you will definitely get the award!"

Gretel held his head and blocked his ears.

Who is whose follower? Even if there is one person who should play the role of Tang Monk, it should be me!

Of course, you have to go to the annual academic conference, go shopping in the streets, and wear formal clothes. After all, it is the top academic journal in the magic world. The appearance of "Arcana" is definitely not comparable to that of publications such as "The Philosopher's Stone". According to Aurora's explanation, magicians who receive invitations to the "Arcane" annual meeting, unless they are legends, will usually be invited to attend...

The process of the "Arcana" academic annual meeting is much more serious than that of "The Philosopher's Stone". "The Philosopher's Stone" starts at 10 a.m., and everyone arrives early at seven or eight o'clock to set up stalls in the empty venue for two hours. The bustling, lively and joyful scene still leaves a deep impression on Gretel.

The annual academic meeting of "Arcana" requires everyone to sign in one day in advance because it is open to magicians from all over the world. After signing in, if there are out-of-town magicians who need accommodation, the organizer of the annual meeting - which actually borrows the administrative agency of the college - will also make arrangements.

So, on the afternoon of November 4th, Bridge Magic Academy was bustling with people, including many young magicians.

"Gretel!—Is it Grete?"

Gretel put down his signature pen and straightened up from the sign-in desk, when he heard someone calling his name from afar. He turned his head following the sound, and a brown-haired magician, already excited, squeezed forward through the crowd:

"I haven't seen you for a long time! Are you still in Nevis? Where are you working?"

"...Miles."

Gretel shook his head and finally managed to match his face with the person. The person who came here was a classmate from his training class who later entered the school of illusion. At the beginning of the year, when ultrasound magic was first developed, Gretel once had a meal with them.

That time everyone thought the foie gras was not fat, so Miles went to the goose cage to catch the goose with his own hands, and even gave the goose a bite... You can't blame him for not recognizing it. Miles has jumped up compared to the beginning of the year. It was so big that he didn’t dare to recognize it!

"Long time no see. You've grown a lot taller!" Gretel laughed in surprise and raised his hands for comparison. After living in seclusion for such a long time and rarely meeting acquaintances, he was still a little happy:

"Let's have a meal together?"

"Go, go! Many people are coming to tomorrow's meeting!" Miles led him out: "Everyone is in the store at the back door. Let's walk around and get together!"

There is almost a restaurant street at the entrance of every academy—or at the back entrance, most likely at the back entrance—and magic academies in other worlds are no exception. When students are tired of eating in the school cafeteria and want to have a meal or have a party, these convenient, cheap, and delicious restaurants have become the students' first choice.

Because it is for magicians, even trainee magicians and low-level magicians, the consumption level of this restaurant street is still acceptable. At the very least, there is meat in every meal. However, when it comes to "the store at the back door", among students and training course participants, there is only one store by default:

To the right of the back door is the third facade, the "Magician's House", which is attached to the back wall of the academy.

The owner of this restaurant is a smiling old man from the north. He has lived here for twenty years, and his accent has become almost the same as that of the locals. However, the dishes still retain some northern characteristics - the portions are relatively large, and when students come to eat, there is always more meat. So when it was time for dinner, the upstairs and downstairs were full, and I could sit all the way to the corner of the stairs.

Grete followed Master Miles, squeezing sideways for a long way, and then squeezed to sit by the second floor window. At this time, the dining table was already full of people, all of whom were the top students from the training class on the spot and were able to stay in Nevis. Seeing Gretel's arrival, everyone raised their hands and said hello:

"Gretel, you're here! Sit inside, sit inside!"

"I haven't seen you for a long time! I heard that you entered the Thunder Horn. Which archmage is your disciple? I didn't even find out about you when I went to the peak last time..."

"I heard that you went to the annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone"..."

"The food is served! Move aside! Chris, don't stand up yet—"

"careful!!!"

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