Chapter 340 Wild Boar Girl Joins?
Archmage Carlisle stopped hiccupping, regained his ability to cast spells, and immediately returned to the Tower of Babel. Soon, he received a new order from the legendary mage:
The adventure mission is suspended, let the kid seize the time to meditate and stabilize his realm. Then, memorize all the spells you can learn at level five! Memorize the information and spell models!
"You're done." After hearing the message from the Archmage, Aurora gloated and congratulated Gretel:
"The third-level magic that fifth-level mages can learn, the general spell books - I mean, the ones that can be redeemed in the White Tower Library - the eight schools add up, there are 42 in total. Counting the secrets of each school , only if we have a good relationship with you are we willing to exchange them for you... I want to think about how many there are in total..."
"211." Linn added calmly. "Before I went out to travel, my instructor showed me the list of spells I could get. There were 211."
"..."
Gretel was silent.
42 spell models, even if he memorizes one in a day and never forgets it after memorizing it, it will still take 42 days; 211, it will take more than half a year. Judging from his experience in memorizing Level 6 words, if he only forgets fifty or sixty by the 211th word, he has studied hard and has an excellent memory.
And more importantly...
"Why do I have to buy these spell models myself?!"
I didn’t buy it last time!
During the last upgrade, Master Carlisle took all the second-level spell books directly and threw them in front of him. He was not allowed to leave until he memorized them!
this……
Aurora shook her head. I don't know why you didn't buy it last time. Generally speaking, you have to pay for exchanging spell books. Either the magician himself pays for it, or the magician’s master pays for it...
"Third-level general-purpose spells, one spell model costs 200 contribution points, and you can get half the discount if you exchange it from within the school. It's very cheap." He comforted Gretel in a good voice:
"It's not like you can't afford it. I remember your previous paper on alternating current, which rewarded you with 1,000 contribution points, right?" Grete generously gave him 300 points. 200 points were stored in the Mage Tower public account, and he still had 1,000 contribution points. It’s 500 points!
"So it still costs more than 2,000! If I want to buy all 211 of them, I will go bankrupt!"
"You don't need to buy those, you just need to memorize the introduction and know that there is such a spell..."
While Grete was crying, "I'm going bankrupt," "I'm going to be finished," and "I'm going to memorize it until I die," he still obediently paid for it and bought all 42 spell models. ——No matter what, this request is for his own good.
According to Lin En, these are requirements only for the elites of each school. Ordinary low-level mages have no one to care about you. I went out to travel, take risks, and fight on my own. I didn’t have enough knowledge and vigilance. I stumbled and deserved to die.
However, after buying it, Grete looked at the account balance that had dropped by half in an instant, and began to feel frightened again:
"Oluo, what other ways can we save money? If we continue to spend like this, we will go bankrupt..."
Aurora rolled her eyes. He is a fifth-level mage who has studied in Nevis for several years and accumulated 1,500 contribution points;
Gretel was just promoted to level four mage today. He has been in Nevis for less than two years and has spent thousands. Now he still has 2,000 contribution points in his hand...
How does Grete feel that he is on the verge of bankruptcy every minute?
"Your Dragon Breath Hand's current monthly income is between 100 and 200 contribution points. The income from the microscope has dropped recently, and has been around 50 contribution points for three consecutive months. Add in some other miscellaneous items, and you I can earn 200 to 300 contribution points every month just by sitting still.”
This number is already more than five times that of an ordinary fourth-level mage!
Not to mention that Grete didn’t have to spend a lot of money, such as renting a meditation room...
"But you are about to reach level 6, right? After level 6, you will reach level 7, and you need to prepare to buy level 4 magic," Grete said confidently:
"Also Linn, you are almost at level six, right? The fourth level magic is much more expensive than the third level, so why don't you prepare it early?"
"Can't I go find the teacher?"
"Don't I have any savings of my own?"
Aurora and Lynn retorted at the same time. Grete smiled at them:
"You are my followers, so I should support you! And Mr. Norwood, he works for me, so I should also pay him a salary, right?"
The two fifth-level mages looked at each other, angry and funny, and a little warm in their hearts. Linn finally sighed:
"Okay, okay. You don't have to worry about not having enough money - have you forgotten the penicillin? The God of War Temple has asked me twice. If you weren't busy advancing, you would have talked to them long ago!"
"Yes! I'll sort out the papers..."
The production and clinical application of penicillin, as well as related principles, can be divided into three or five large papers. Research points, contribution points, here I come!
Gretel is gearing up.
There was quite a lot of data from animal experiments and clinical experiments before, and it would take him ten days and a half just to sort it out. However, as soon as it started, an uninvited guest came to the door:
The Archbishop of the Temple of the God of War made an appointment with Elder Wood, the great magician of the conjuration system in the review committee, and the Archmage Tolga who helped with treatment during the epidemic, and went directly to the Mage Tower.
"You want to buy it now?" Gretel looked embarrassed:
"But, I don't have time to do it..."
He subconsciously looked at Elder Wood.
Grete was very interested in developing penicillin; but he was not interested at all in mass production after the research and development was completed.
It would be great if Elder Wood could take charge of the production... However, with a high-level spellcaster tied up in the mage tower and promoting the growth of penicillium every day, Gretel felt that he could not even speak out.
"This is simple, you don't need to do it." Elder Wood raised his hand with a smile. Behind him, a tall girl stepped out and bowed slightly to Gretel:
"Pastor Nordmark, am I lucky enough to join the Mage Tower and continue to learn from you?"
It's Boar Girl! Gretel suddenly realized. Among the four God of Nature priests who came to the Mage Tower to study, if he could decide to keep one of them, this girl would definitely be his first choice. However, when the real person stood in front of him, Gretel was still a little hesitant:
"Miss Annevia, of course I welcome you if you want to join the Mage Tower. However, I am only a fourth-level priest myself and have not received a complete education. I am afraid that I am not capable enough to guide you along the way as a priest. catch……"
"Mr. Nordmark, the path you have created has given me great inspiration." Annevia looked calm and bowed slightly again:
"I hope to be able to join your project and continue to develop it. My intuition tells me that if I continue to move forward on this road, my future will be bright."
What a powerful intuition!
Gretel sighed. That's right, just understanding Penicillin is already at the level of an Archdruid. Not to mention that after penicillin there are streptomycin, erythromycin, and down to vancomycin...
There are also various bacterial cultures, medical treatment, a lot of vaccines... tons and tons of projects are lined up. As long as this girl keeps working on projects with him and relies solely on feedback from the world, she will have no problem reaching at least level 15!
"Little Grete, you can rest assured about the guidance." Elder Wood said with a smile:
"This girl's father and mother are both servants of the God of Nature, so there is no problem in guiding her. If you think she works hard enough and is spiritual in her work, just let her participate in your project. Besides, I will I won’t leave it alone.”
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up with a smile and stretched out his palm seriously:
"Miss Annevia, welcome to join my Mage Tower. We will discuss our future projects and your position in the team later."
The two palms are separated as soon as they are grasped. Anivea's palm was warm and powerful, and the edge of the palm was hard, a bit rougher than Grete's hand. Grete secretly reminded herself to bring her a bottle of glycerin to wipe her hands when she turned around, then turned to the other guests:
"Then, let's talk about the sales of penicillin. - My idea is that once there are too many impurities in penicillin, the risk of death from allergies will skyrocket. For the time being, we will only produce this special medicine in the Mage Tower and sell the finished product to the outside world. To ensure pure quality.”
"What about the selling price?"
Archmage Tolga asked impatiently. By the way, a reference price is also given:
"Little Grete, a bottle of potion to treat minor injuries. The price of the temple is five gold coins. You can't bid too high!"
"...Penicillin does not have the power to heal wounds immediately." Gretel kept smiling:
"However, it suppresses certain types of infection, preventing injuries and illnesses from worsening, allowing the patient to heal itself - in other words, it acts like a slow-acting potion to remove disease. And removal The price of disease potions, I remember is..."
Level 3 spell, disease removal, a spell that priests, druids, rangers, and medical mages can master. A bottle of potion, the standard selling price in major temples is 750 gold coins.
The high-level healers looked at each other, and then quickly entered the bargaining stage. Grete sat next to him with a smile, listening respectfully and occasionally expressing opinions on technical issues:
"Dosage? Intramuscular injection for adults, 800,000 units per day, divided into 3 to 4 doses."
"How long should it be used? About a week, at most two weeks. Generally speaking, if there is no effect in about three days, it is time to change the medicine... Oh, I forgot, there is no medicine to change."
"How do you calculate 800,000 units? You don't need to go into detail on this. You will know when my paper comes out. Anyway, when we sell it, we will make it into 200,000 units each..."
"Sell directly to the temple? Or sell through the council? It's up to you..."
The bargaining went on to conclude that all penicillin would be sold on the parliamentary trading floor, with a fixed quota given to the Temple of Mars. Of course, the Temple of the God of War can also use other materials to offset the contribution points.
Each penicillin, that is, 200,000 units of powder, sells for 1 contribution point. Considering the price comparison between contribution points and gold coins, a 7-day supply of penicillin is equivalent to about one-fifth of the disease-removing potion, which is considered a fair price.
Grete calculated the weight of the gold coins and concluded that the price of penicillin for one adult per day was about the same as that of a small yellow croaker. After a week of use, a large yellow croaker would be burned...
It is indeed the most expensive drug in spy dramas, penicillin!
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I wrote 3,000 words even though I didn’t have enough money to get the reward! Today’s total is 5800!
I don’t work hard!
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