Chapter 535: A Legendary Invention, You Can Get It, but You Can’t Afford It

[Humpback Whale] After taking down the alchemical potion, it sailed in the sea for another seven days. As for Grete, he worked in the cabin for seven days.

The battleship goes from top to bottom, from ordinary people to extraordinary ones. From the captain, first mate, bishop, to all sailors, gunners, craftsmen, knights...

They were divided into shifts, and everyone came to see him. Each of them contributed five milliliters of blood and went back the next day with a blood type note——

——Fortunately, the sample size was not large, and no rare blood types appeared, so Grete would not overturn.

Fortunately, he has a good reputation. If it were a mage from Black Crow Swamp, those people would rather die than agree to have their blood drawn.

Who knows if the necromancer will use the blood to curse them or turn them into slaves?

After seven days, Grete was so busy that he felt like vomiting when he saw the test tube filled with blood. As for Bishop Ampton, the God of War priest's art of drawing blood is so proficient that he can hit the nail on the head.

The boat sailed for seven days and returned to the port of Nevis. The guests returned to their residence in great numbers, and the vampires were still lying in the coffin, being carried off the boat as they were carried onto the boat.

Grete didn't have to perform his hospitality duties for the time being, and was about to go back to the Mage Tower to take a bath, when a little bird jumped in front of him.

The little bird was covered in bright blue. At first glance, it looked exquisite and cute, but upon closer inspection, from its eyes to its claws, from its beak to its wings, there were all tiny rays of lightning. Among the feathers, electric sparks crackled and flashed.

The little bird flapped its wings and hovered in front of Gretel, its dark blue beak opening and closing. What came out was not the song of birds, but a clear and clear voice:

"Gretel, the magic props for converting images you asked about are ready. They are here with me. Come and get them!"

"Yes, teacher! I'll come right away!"

Grete bowed and was overjoyed. The magic he wanted to reflect the images in the meditation vision into reality, Ms. Almeida finally made it!

The magic props have been placed with the teacher. Now go up the mountain and get them immediately!

His X-rays!

His B-ultrasound!

His future goals are CT and MRI!

Finally, I can produce a film, teach students, and explain it to patients and their families!

Grete forgot about his fatigue for a moment, spoke to Cerela, activated the teleportation spell on the [Endless Ink Pen], and headed straight to the top of Igor Peak. Seeing him coming so quickly, the Lord of Thunder smiled and pointed casually:

"That's it. Try it and see if it works?"

If this doesn't work, can I still go back and ask the legendary mage to modify it?

Grete was curious for a moment and looked in the direction pointed by the teacher, but he saw a bright golden square box.

It is two feet square and one foot high, and is inlaid with a ring of gems of various colors. Just the round pearl the size of the belly of a little finger has at least seven embedded in it. Between the gems, there are countless silver threads coiled thinly. It is probably not silver, but mithril.

How expensive is this thing...Materials, magic circles, labor, and the design of the legendary mage. With all the liquidity in his hands now, he doesn't know if he can afford it or not?

Grete tried not to gasp and looked at the teacher. The Lord of Thunder smiled slightly and said:

"Ms. Almeida has been struggling for more than a month, but she has not been able to reduce the requirements for casting spells. There is no other way but to come up with this thing. You can use it first. - She said, come up with this magic. , the follow-up research on brain waves will not be divided among you."

Grete was overjoyed. No need to pay, thank God. As for brain waves, he doesn’t have the energy to study them himself, so it’s best to leave them alone.

Following the teacher's instructions, he placed one hand on the top of the gold box, with mithril threads surrounding the center of the magic circle, and took out a tube of blood sample with the other hand. Concentrating slightly, he threw a [identify bloodline] out——

Then, the whole person swayed slightly and almost fell down.

A powerful force came from the golden box, and in an instant, Grete's magic power was absorbed. There was a rattling sound in the gold box, and after a while, an extremely thin chip was spit out, half the size of a palm, with subtle brilliance faintly flowing on it.

Obviously, half of the power required for recording and engraving came from him.

"teacher……"

Gretel closed his eyes and panted for a long time before complaining. This thing is too cruel! The teacher didn't even warn him and just let him try it!

If he hadn't accumulated a lot of experience and had been infused with the will of the world after several advancements, if he had been replaced by an ordinary fifth-level mage, he would have fallen down on the spot, passed out directly, or even injured his foundation.

The Lord of Thunder saw him in a panic and just stood idly by. When Grete opened his eyes, he smiled and shook his head:

"You have to do research, and you have to accumulate mental power. If you had spent more energy on meditation, you would have hit the threshold of advancement long ago, and you wouldn't be in such a mess now."

...But if I don’t do research, I won’t be able to advance at all!

Gretel did not dare to talk back to the teacher, so he picked up the chip and touched it slightly with his mental power, releasing a large three-dimensional light and shadow. The lights and shadows are colorful, and the points, lines, surfaces, and arcs are intertwined with each other. The data contained in them is beyond what he can record with just one pen.

Grete let out a long breath. Although this light and shadow is still illusory, it can already be sensed, recorded, and imprinted by magic. If you throw it to the tower spirit, you can also do data analysis. only……

"Teacher, I can't use this box more than once a day!"

Grete wailed. Without using potion, he could only use it once a day, and twice would be too much. How long will it take to accumulate enough samples, and how long will it take to have enough data for Talling to analyze?

The Lord of Thunder didn't even move his eyebrows. After Gretel finished screaming, he slowly said:

"This is not for you to use directly. Take it back, put it in the mage tower, and connect it to the energy pool. This is the case for large magic instruments."

"But there is no energy pool in my hospital!"

If you take it to the hospital, it won't be used once a day; if you don't take it to the hospital, drag the patient here. The energy field of the Mage Tower is harmful to ordinary people. Under Grete's sad gaze, the Lord of Thunder said calmly:

"That's your own business. - Either work hard to advance and increase the upper limit of mental power so that you can use it more times a day; or you can find a way to install an energy pool in the hospital."

Advancement does not take place in a day or two.

The energy pool installed in his mage tower was obtained through a deal with the Council. On his own, God knows when he'll be able to afford one.

Gretel was dejected, said goodbye to the teacher, and left with the gold box. About to step out of the room, the Lord of Thunder said leisurely behind him:

"One hundred chips for storing data, 1,000 contribution points, no bargaining. There are one hundred chips in this box, if you want more - you have to buy it yourself."

Gretel stumbled.

"Teacher - can this chip be erased and then written on?"