Chapter 651 Black Crow Swamp, I, Gretel, Am Back!

Since I was urged, I had to write the paper quickly. Grete checked the current number of admitted patients and determined that there should be enough cases within half a month, so he went straight to the Tower of Sleeplessness:

The first is to find the paper that originally revised [Delaying Pain] and supplement the information; the second is... to split the money.

"Pen?" Archmage Edgar looked at him in shock from under the hood of his black robe. The eyes are faint, like two will-o’-the-wisps:

"Why split the money?"

"Because I made something!" Gretel gestured and used [Silent Phantom] to outline the appearance of the pain relief seal. After thinking about it, he waved it away:

"It's the modified version of [Delaying Pain] last time. I just used it in the medical clinic. So far, my medical clinic has just broken even, and there is nothing to be divided. But now, in cooperation with the Alchemy Guild, we can use it in the medical clinic. It’s sold and the money must be divided!”

Black Crow Swamp was good to him, and the database was open for him to see, so he had to know good from evil. No knowledge has value. If he has profited from other people's knowledge, he should share it with the other person!

"But..." Archmage Edgar pulled down his hood, revealing his messy hair, and shook it left and right:

"That magician has been dead for many years. Where are you going to share his money?"

"Dead?"

Grete was stunned. At that time, he was only focused on reading the content, and did not even bother to pay attention to the author of the paper or the time of publication. Archmage Edgar nodded seriously:

"Yes, he passed away. Moreover, he was not aroused from the dead."

Grete's face twisted on the spot. Is this the case in your Black Crow Swamp, where you study desperately during your lifetime, and then you have to be pulled out of the coffin after death to continue your research?

Fortunately, it sounds like the mage himself has a choice. No, even if I had the choice, I wouldn’t choose Black Crow Swamp!

If I die, I will be done with it, even if I am reincarnated or travel through time again!

The old man admired his troubled look, leaned back, and chuckled. After laughing enough, he said:

"There is no need to divide the money. The knowledge left in the school and the income generated will all belong to the school. If your income is put into the account of the Tower of Sleeplessness, each magician will not get a few cents, so why not use it In exchange for knowledge.”

"For example?"

"For example, how does your pain relief magic work?"

Grete thought for a while, this is really possible. If he shares something like knowledge, he will save a penny. Moreover, it can also reduce financial pressure on hospitals, right?

"Yes! - How to change it? Paper or lecture? I can do either!"

Archmage Edgar made some calculations. Every paper, such as papers, must be submitted to the Lord of Thunder before being entered into the parliament's public paper library. It’s not a loss for Black Crow Swamp, but it’s not a profit either…

So, let’s choose lectures!

The two sides hit it off immediately. As a result, the circular lecture theater in the Sleepless Tower was once again lit up with lights.

"Have you heard? The magician from Thunder Horn is here to give a lecture again!"

"Which one? You ask me which one! It's the one who stabbed Olivier's eye socket with a sharp knife last time and was rescued without incident! - Olivier! Where are you going, Olivier?"

"Hey! Lord of the Plague! You told me earlier! I'm going, hurry up and grab a good seat!"

"Let's work together! The key is not to grab a good seat, the key is to find a big guy to sit next to him, so that the secret eye screen is even and stable, and you can see comfortably!"

When Gretel entered the arena, the circular lecture theater was densely packed with people from top to bottom, in circles. In the gloomy black hoods, eyes as bright as will-o'-the-wisps stared at him over the railing——

Gretel was worried as he watched, fearing that some section of the railing would break and dozens of necromancers fall down. Well, I hope they or their companions can react quickly enough and release the Feather Falling Technique in time. If the three monks run out of water, they will have no choice but to be awakened from the dead.

Further to the center of the classroom, all preparations were in place. Four flying skeletons linked arms and carried a shadowless lamp;

On the stone platform under the shadowless lamp, a skeleton of a teacher was already lying upright, just waiting for Grete to start dissecting it;

On the trolley next to the stone platform, there are scalpels, dissecting scissors, tweezers, retractors...

It's full of sincerity. Gretel actually wanted to say that if you want me to give lectures, there will be no other compensation. I will be a general teacher every month, and I promise to come once!

But not this time. Grete looked at the general teacher reluctantly and sighed:

"There is no need for a general teacher for this content. ... Can you give me some frogs? They need to be alive!"

"What? Frog?"

The necromancers were in a hurry. Boss, it’s winter already!

It's winter, the cold wind is howling outside the Mystery Lock of Igor Peak, and the snow is three feet deep. Where can I find frogs for you?

"Who experimented with frogs?"

"Which group? Which group recently published a frog-related paper?"

There were whispers and discussions in the lecture theater. The Necromancer closest to the classroom door was looked at by Archmage Edgar, and he shivered and ran away:

"I'll borrow some from the Change Department!"

"Don't use malicious transformation to create it!" Gretel shouted at his back from a distance:

"It's going to be dissected!"

The Necromancer's feet slipped as he flew away. Fortunately, he ran slower and heard a cry from behind. What if he caught a rabbit and turned it into a frog, and brought it up, and then the Nordmark mage stabbed him down...

The frog turned into a rabbit on the spot, and all the necromancers present were able to kill him with one magic missile each!

Regardless, the frog, or bullfrog weighing more than a pound, made its way to the dissecting table. Along with the bullfrog, there were wooden boards, nails, zinc and copper bows, scales, beakers, sodium chloride, potassium chloride, calcium chloride...

Gretel prepared Ren's solution, nailed the bullfrog, destroyed the brain and spinal cord, cut off the upper half of the trunk, and made a sciatic nerve-gastrocnemius muscle specimen. While making and explaining, I was distracted and used [Silent Phantom] to display the recipe of Ren's Liquid:

"This formula is a version used for frogs and other amphibians, which allows the body to survive longer... Now we use a zinc-copper bow to stimulate the specimen, and under the [see through invisibility] field of vision, we can better see the aura of life... "

"Use [Delay Pain] to cover the body, and you can see the extension of the aura of life. If you split it into two parts, you can use [See Through Invisibility] to see that one part corresponds to the central nervous system, and the other part corresponds to the peripheral nerves..."

"Given that the zinc-copper bow can cause potential changes, we have reason to believe that it is the weak current in the body that transmits the pain signal..."

In the lecture theater, there was a wailing sound while he was busy copying notes.

"I can't see clearly!"

"Can't see clearly!"

"I was able to see clearly with my secret eye last time. Why did I have to use [seeing through invisibility] this time?"

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