Chapter 391 Little Grete, How Did You Abduct Your Elf?

Cleansing the lungs of the dwarf prince is a major political and diplomatic event. Gretel didn't want to make any decisions on his own, so he submitted the matter immediately and asked the archmages of the trade group to hold a meeting to discuss it.

"So...how sure are you?"

"This... people are different as individuals. Even if there is only a 1% chance of failure, if it falls on someone, it is 100%..."

"You can't say anything right!"

Archmage Serrano was depressed. Gretel lowered his head and said nothing. He also wanted to say that if he did it himself, he would be more than 70% sure; with a senior priest watching from the side, he should be more than 85% sure...

However, when the words came to his mouth, he still took a detour and went back to the old path of his previous life. The special template for pre-operative instructions is smooth and watertight. It details the surgical risks and postoperative complications, and absolutely does not give any clear results.

All kinds of habits go deep into the bone marrow.

Moreover, there is no CT here, no preoperative blood test, no series of rescue equipment and rescue drugs, and the ventilator is all hand-cranked...

Safety drops by 10%, drops by 10%, drops by 10% again…

Grete refused to say it, and Archmage Serrano couldn't force him, including not throwing a [Charming Human] to induce him. He thought for a moment and began to ask detailed questions one by one:

"What are the chances that the prince will lose the battle without treatment?"

"Does that candidate from the Black Rock Tribe believe in the Lord of Glory?"

"What is the proportion of their tribe being infiltrated?"

For the first question, Grete could still provide some peripheral information, but he couldn't answer the second two. At best, it can only provide a little peripheral information:

"Cerilla said that everyone in the King Selection Team has something she hates about them——"

"Oh~~~~"

There was a lot of coughing in the conference room. The magicians were smiling and their eyes were flying. Even Archmage Serrano stopped discussing the topic and leaned forward enthusiastically, resting his elbows on the table:

"Little Grete, you are quite capable! You went out for a while and you kidnapped an elf! Tell me, how did you meet? How old is she? How far has she developed?"

"This -" Grete hesitated for a moment, but everyone in the conference room was already urging them:

"Tell me, tell me! Tell me!"

"Only after you tell us can we help you with ideas!"

"Little Grete, have you ever pursued a lady before? No? Only if you haven't, then we need our experience! Elves are very rare, and it's rare to meet one, so you must catch it!"

Big news!

Big news!

Someone actually hooked up with the elf! Since the elves crossed the ocean thousands of years ago and disappeared on the other side of the turquoise sea, the probability of elves appearing on the continent has been as rare as once every one or two hundred years!

Of course, there will be elves who hide their names, change their appearance, and come to walk on the mainland, but if no one knows about it, who knows?

It's better to catch up than to catch up - in fact, the marriage of magicians has always been a big problem. As for the magicians in the conference room, headed by Archmage Serrano, at least half of them are old bachelors, and the advice they give is also It may not be of much use—but it’s fun, so you must see it!

Everyone's eyes were bright and they kept urging. Grete's attempts to stop him failed, so he could only dip his hands in the tea in the cup and start writing on the table. Master Harry sat next to him and looked over:

"Oh, I can't say anything, and I have to write it on the table - uh -"

He froze. In the conference room, the laughter and voices of the magicians suddenly returned to zero as if a [quick freeze] had been thrown at them.

On the long table, there is a line of words that are neat and straight, with water marks not yet dry.

Silver Dragon.

"Well……"

"Well……"

Coughing sounds came and went. If the elf girl can still be the object of ridicule, then the silver dragon - just kidding, the silver dragon, even a young silver dragon, can transform back into its original form and come in, it will be enough for everyone in this conference room to drink!

Moreover, there are dragons in the north of the Black Gate Peninsula. Although it is said that it is still seven or eight hundred kilometers away, for the dragon clan, it is only a day's flight. In other words, even if you can really defeat her, it will be of no use. There is someone behind her, no, there is a dragon backing her...

What, you said just talking about things behind your back won't offend the dragon? If you think too much, why would dragons reason with humans?

"Ahem, let's continue discussing treatment..."

Everyone, please tell me something and continue to compile information. Gretel also provided some key information. For example, on the way down the mountain, the King Select team encountered six other teams:

Some - such as those from the Black Rock Tribe - were met on the way, and it is estimated that they will be able to return in four or five days, and there is still time to repair; some were met after coming down the mountain, and they can return in time if they catch up. , and lose the qualification to take action in the final battle.

However, apart from Prince Rosega's team, the only ones who have built full-body armor and weapons are the Black Rock Tribe, who have made sufficient progress in mining with the help of the Diggers.

"If nothing else happens, the final battle will be between Prince Rosega and Kai..." Archmage Serrano wrapped his beard around his fingertips, twisting and untwisting, getting entangled. After a while, the order was finally issued:

"Harry, ask a familiar dwarf to find out how many people in the Black Rock Tribe believe in the Lord of Radiance."

"I try my best."

"Ximond, go check on Prince Rosega and see if there is any other safer way besides washing his lungs."

"Okay, I'll go after the meeting."

"Gretel...um..."

The eyes of the entire conference room were focused. Archmage Serrano struggled for a moment:

"Did you just say that Miss Cerela once mentioned that everyone in the King Selection Team has a smell that she hates?"

"Yes. Based on the scene at that time, as well as the causes and consequences, I estimate that what she was talking about is what it means to believe in the Lord of Glory."

"That's easy." Archmage Serrano frowned:

"Accompany her, find a dwarf to lead the way, and quietly go around where the Black Rock Tribe lives. Take a look and see how many people there carry the smell she hates -"

Although this plan was suspected of using the Silver Dragon Girl as a drug detection dog, Gretel couldn't think of a better one at the moment. He bit the bullet and tricked the person out, followed his words, and got a shocking result:

"I don't want to hang out here anymore!" Cerela wrinkled her nose and dragged him out:

"Half the people have a disgusting smell! If they don't leave, I'm going to tear them down! I really want to tear down the house!"

"Okay, okay, let's go right away." Grete agreed: "What do you want to see?"

"I want to see you water the rabbit!"

"..." Girl, please hold back your dragon power. I'm afraid you'll scare the rabbit to death before I finish drinking it...

Although I don’t know what the criteria are for triggering her disgust. For example, does it need to be a light believer or a devout believer? I don’t know if the Holy See has brought all the believers here. However, based on the current sampling ratio, it has been decided. This cannot be taken lightly. After Archmage Serrano compiled all the information, he made a decision directly:

"Do it! Grete, just go ahead and do it, the council will support you! Even if you fail, no one will bother you!"

With both sincerity and motivation, the operation soon entered the preparation stage. With her hands behind her back, Gretel walked around Prince Rothega, going around and around:

"By the way, what level of warrior are you?"

"Level eight." Rothega smiled honestly. "I've been stuck for more than ten years and haven't been able to reach level nine. It's a pity..."

Grete glanced at Bernard silently. Look, they are at level eight, but you are only at level seven - it has been more than two years, when will you be able to advance?

Bernard scratched his head: "Boss, I feel like I'm almost done..."

彳庍口巴. Grete shrugged: As an eighth-level warrior, the [Endless Ink Pen] in his hand is not enough, and the magic aura cannot illuminate the condition of his lungs at all. Forget it if you can’t do a CT scan. If you don’t even take a plain chest X-ray, you definitely can’t do surgery!

"Um... do you have any equipment above level 13 that I can borrow here? No matter what type it is, as long as the level is enough! Use it to take photos during surgery!"

"this……"

Prince Rosega is in trouble. There are still a few pieces of equipment above level 13 in the Dwarf Kingdom, but none of them are under his control.

Some are artifacts in the treasury, and some are in the hands of the master craftsman. Although he is the son of the king, he does not have special privileges and cannot use them as he pleases. Go borrow it now. The king-selection battle is about to begin, so you still have to try to remain fair——

"How much? Level 13?" Cerela poked her head and said:

"As long as level 13 is enough, right? Then just take the photo! Feel free to take the photo boldly!"

She flipped her hair casually. On the forehead, a drop-shaped silver-blue gemstone shone brightly, making her eyes dazzling. Grete cast a [Detection Magic] tentatively, then screamed and covered his eyes:

So bright!

So bright!

too bright!

It was like he was completely unprepared and fired a flash bomb right next to his face! Do you have any sunglasses or something to cover it up? Hey——

Retinal cell damage, retinal hemorrhage, macular degeneration, retinal detachment...

A series of eye diseases flashed through my mind. Help, there is a problem here, and there is no other treatment method except treatment!

It took Gretel a while to calm down. The bright light seen in the meditative field of vision does not rely on the retina. Of course, this kind of bright light does not irritate the eyes. And, girl, you are really a wealthy person. What level is this magic weapon of yours?

Grete completed the pre-operative examination under the brilliance of the rich man. It was not easy. The main reason was that Serila stood by and kept asking questions:

"What's this?"

"rib cage."

"what about this?"

"spine."

"Why is this one moving?"

"Because it's the heart."

"Why is this so spotted?"

"Congratulations on seeing the shadows on his lungs... This is where the lung disease is. We wash the lungs and treat it..."

Prince Rosega stood frozen on the spot, shivering.

"Can you please hurry up... I don't panic when I see others cleaning their lungs, but when I hear you pointing fingers at me, I get really scared and panicked!"

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