Chapter 369 Join the King Selection Team? I? ? ?

Gretel's whole body was in bad shape.

Not that I have to stay for another month. There are ways to overcome it, including food and shelter. The main thing is that the dwarf kingdom's method of choosing a king completely shocked him. He quietly asked Master Harry:

"Do you really want to start with mining? What should I do if I don't know how?"

Mining, mineral processing, smelting, casting, taming mounts, survival in the wild, combat...these skill trees are so different! Are you sure one person can order so many skills? And, why would a king need these skills?

In the entire process, it seems that only the skill of leading a team—a small team of seven people—has anything to do with ruling a kingdom! Is the king chosen in this way really reliable? Are you sure there won't be any problems?

Also, is it really okay for us, the Magic Council, to maintain friendly relations with the dwarf kingdom that chooses its king in this way?

"How could it not be!" Master Harry rolled his eyes at him:

"Mining and smelting are something that every dwarf must learn from childhood, and the prince is no exception! Only the best miners can learn to forge iron, and only those who can forge their own weapons can become warriors! ...Can't you learn? 40 years old Start learning and wait until you reach adulthood at the age of 80. Is there anything you can’t learn?”

Okay...Okay...

There is a difference between long-lived and short-lived species. You have a long lifespan and you are willful, okay?

Gretel calmed down silently. If you think about it again, this way of selecting a king can at least ensure that a down-to-earth ruler is selected. From the people, to the people, is it actually quite good?

Moreover, every nation has its own characteristics, so we should not interfere with each other. Just like the queen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, if she wanted to be canonized, she had to cast a gold figure herself. This is also... just be happy with it...

He lowered his head and calmly picked up the rice. After the banquet, the old king summoned the trade group and expressed his condolences with a smile, saying that everyone had worked really hard before. Then, the conversation changed——

"However, such an important agreement should not be decided by my old man. Can you please wait another month for the new king to be elected and let him talk to you?"

Grete: "..." I knew it.

He returned to the trade mission station and plunged into research again. After rescuing the orc earlier, Gretel exchanged their bloodline magic with the old orc priest, and gained a lot of inspiration. These days, research on the magic of blood oxygen monitoring is getting better and better.

He has conducted whole-lung lavage experiments on rabbits, goats, elk, wild boars, and various other animals, with a success rate of over 90%! It’s just one key point away from completion! As long as it is completed, clinical trials can be conducted!

If we leave immediately, where will we find so many patients?

Gretel stayed calm and treated the dwarves during the day - accumulating cases and physiological data, building relationships, and developing reserve patients - and at night, he used the rewards sent by the patients to conduct animal experiments. After the experiments and dissections were completed, they were sent to the kitchen, and the entire trade group had a meal the next day.

Beautiful.

If there were no accidents, he would not get tired of living like this for another month.

Unfortunately, the accident came too quickly, like a tornado. On the third night, the night when the King Selection Group was about to set off, a sudden knock on the door broke the tranquility of the trade group.

In the trade group, several high-level mages hurried past. In about an hour, everyone left and returned, and then Archmage Serrano knocked on Grete's door himself.

"What's the matter?" Grete's hand trembled. With this distraction, the vines on the fingertips retracted in a whoosh. Grete screamed and rushed towards the console:

My deer!

My deer!

Half of the lungs have just been filled with water! Pulling out this vine is like removing the ventilator, and the blood oxygen will drop sharply!

He casually fired a shot of [Distinguish Bloodline·Change], and sure enough, the feedback results were horrific. Gretel was in a hurry, patting his back, using negative pressure drainage, and using [Powerful Mage's Hands] to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After rescuing it for a long time, he finally rescued the deer.

Throw out [Distinguish Bloodline·Change] again. A bright red light rose up, full and pure, indicating that the blood oxygen saturation had returned to full.

A group of mages rushed into the room and saw this chaotic scene. Everyone looked at each other, no one said anything, and waited patiently for him to finish his work. Just as Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, the dwarf Gavin, who was brought in by the mages, immediately pounced on him:

"Gretel, you must help! It's all up to you!"

"What's wrong?" Grete's heart trembled. He grabbed Gavin with his backhand and said, "Is Master Talbot in trouble? - Take me there immediately!"

"No...no." Gavin shook his head vigorously:

"It's not Grandpa, it's Brother Giese... No, it's Brother Rothega! You must help Brother Rothega!"

Gretel was stunned. Rotherga, he just heard this name a few days ago, and because of its special name, he was quite impressed - the third son of the Dwarf King, and the number one candidate participating in the king-selection competition this time. He suddenly looked at Archmage Serrano. The Archmage twirled his beard and nodded slightly:

"That's right, it's the prince's partner in the competition, Pastor Giese. This afternoon, he went to the furnace for forging work and prayed for God's grace. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred during the forging process. A pot of molten steel overturned..."

"Is it important? Do you need my help?"

Grete stood up immediately. Archmage Serrano waved his hand:

"The person is fine. Although he was rescued, the burn area was too large and the wear and tear was severe. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this King Selection Competition."

Oh, I'm rescued, that's good. Although it seems a bit too much to say that you are going to work in the big furnace when you are about to set off, but this seems to be the case for the dwarves? Mining and casting are ways for them to get closer to God. What is the purpose of daily prayer?

Gretel cursed and felt relieved. He looked at Archmage Serrano and said nothing, waiting for him to continue. The person was rescued, so what?

You come to me late at night, you don't know. Do you want me to join the king selection team?

"Gretel, you must help Brother Rotherga!" Gavin repeated anxiously:

"We can only rely on you!"

...Yeah, it’s true.

But why me? In the huge dwarf royal city and the huge Fire Hammer tribe, can’t a fourth-level priest find anyone else? Why do you want to find me, an outsider, and Archmage Serrano also agreed?

Gretel looked at the Archmage. Before he could ask, Archmage Serrano spoke with a heavy face as if he had a clear understanding:

"We inspected the founding site of Priest Gith and found... traces of man-made manipulation. Moreover, the mana residue at the site is highly similar to the holy power of the Lord of Radiance."

"Then..." Go beat them up? Grete swallowed the words as soon as they came to her mouth. Sure enough, Archmage Serrano shook his head:

"The traces are too shallow and can only be identified using magic. Moreover, the election of the king is imminent, so it is not appropriate to cause another incident. As for the other priests..."

The corners of his mouth turned down:

"Today during the day, the young priests of the Firehammer tribe held a banquet to honor Pastor Gith. As a result, bad wine was used at the banquet, and most of the priests were knocked down."

Fine.

Methanol poisoning.

Delirium, confusion, coma, pain in both eyes, decreased vision, blindness...

Grete can recite a long list without reviewing textbooks. The brewing technology in this world is at the level of a family workshop. The fermentation was slightly inappropriate, and the methanol exceeded the standard every minute. Let me show you!

Gretel clearly remembered that in his previous life, many medical Vs had repeatedly popularized science. Let everyone not drink wine from workshops...Don't drink home-brew wine...Don't drink loose wine...

What's more, dwarves are famous for their love of drinking! Drink it every day, every month, every year. If there is a celebration, I will drink it. If there is no celebration, I will find a reason to drink... When I drank until I was in a daze, a barrel of wine with too high methanol content was brought to me. It is estimated that no one can tell the difference.

"So this is what they did too?"

he asked in a low voice. Archmage Serrano shook his head solemnly:

"The evidence is insufficient, so it's hard to say yet. However, one of the outstanding young priests of the Fire Hammer Tribe was basically knocked down, and another..."

Furthermore, two consecutive accidents showed heavy traces of human intervention. From Archmage Serrano's point of view, even to balance the intervention of the Holy See, the magicians must take action.

"Grete, you must help with this!" Gavin anxiously grabbed Grete's right hand and pulled hard, almost knocking him over:

"You are a fourth-level priest, and you are also a fourth-level magician. You are much better than a simple priest! And now we are short of time. We can't find anyone anymore. It's not like looking for other tribes..."

"——But I'm human!"

Grete said blankly. Can humans also participate in the dwarf king-choosing battle? Will it not disqualify you?

"It's okay, we don't care about this." Gavin waved his hand carelessly:

"The Ironbone Tribe often brings barbarians into the field, and the Wildhammer Tribe - the tribe that lives in the far east. Every time there are orcs in the king selection team, no one says anything. Anyway, from mining to blacksmithing, the candidates Everyone has to do it themselves, and everyone can see how well they do the work and whether they are lazy. If you don't do it well, you won't be able to convince the public!"

Mining? Blacksmithing? Gretel's eyes darkened:

"I don't know how to mine! I don't know how to blacksmith!" I don't know how to tame a goat! When we set out, Archmage Carlisle warned me not to climb mountains or anything like that!

Is it just a delay for an industrious mage like me to join the team?

"The caster just needs to do the job of the caster." Archmage Serrano waved his hand:

"I've talked to them, and they all agree. You do a good job of treatment, and if you have the chance, help them with magic. That's enough. Don't worry, you don't have to mine or swing a hammer!"

Of course, the price is that Bernard has to dig a mine for two people and wield a hammer for two people... Archmage Serrano has reached an agreement with the dwarves on this point. Of course, Bernard can also help Gretel tame the goats, accompany Gretel on mountain climbs, and protect his safety.

What?

Is there a dragon on the top of the mountain?

The dragon is in the northern section of the Black Gate Mountains, which is still 700 to 800 kilometers away from Wang Ting. You don’t have to worry about encountering it just by climbing the mountain...

"I just got the news." With a creak, the wooden door of the room was pushed open, and Master Ximond stepped in with a serious face:

"The candidate from the Black Rock Tribe has a priest from the Lord of Glory in his king selection team."

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