Chapter 754: Nordmark, the Reputation of the Great Dwarves, Is Here!

Chapter 754: Gretel, the Dwarf Reputation Admirer, Nordmark, is here!

Gretel simply stopped the operation for a day and visited Mithril Valley with Master Dumfries. Along the stream between Eagle Peak and Clark Peak, less than half way up the climb, I heard a huge noise coming from above.

The hammer strikes the anvil, the bottom of the cup strikes the table. A large group of dwarves pounded the table, beat the benches, and sang in unison:

“The mead is inexhaustible, and the blessings spread to the people,

The prince's son, the mighty warrior,

Pick up the iron ax and attack the powerful enemy.

Cut the messengers of false gods into dust..."

"Oh..." Wizard Dumfries covered his eyes in pain:

"They are making trouble again... they must have drank up the little bit of ale stored in the Mithril District..."

Grete also wanted to cover her forehead. Listening to this sound, the dwarves are indeed on strike, and they are too drunk, right? How many decibels does such a loud noise have to be? 80? 100? 120?

Help, he doesn't want to go among the dwarves! His ears! By the way, which magic can be used to add a soundproof cover to yourself and reduce the surrounding noise?

Appa scratched his hooves unhappily and snorted. Obviously, the monsters that have been walking in the wilderness for many years are not used to the excessive human noise.

If it hadn't been carrying Gretel and Bernard on its back, the Silver Moon Deer would have run away long ago.

"Bernard..."

"Boss, don't worry!" the barbarian replied loyally:

"I will help you stop the drinking! All the drinking, elbow-fighting, and arm-wrestling are all directed at me!"

"..."

Gretel wanted to bang his head on the antlers.

The huge silver moon deer quickly attracted the attention of the dwarves. Several dwarves rushed out of the tavern, jumped onto the high platform to take a look, and rushed back after a moment, shouting something--

Gretel only knew that the singing was disturbed. As for what they were shouting, he couldn't hear clearly. But the effect was very good. The dwarves rushed out with a rumble, bypassing the Dumfries wizard who was leading the way, and went all the way to Appa, surrounding Gretel:

"Mage Nordmark!"

"Dear Mage Nordmark!"

"Friends of the dwarves!"

"Go and clean up the tavern! Run up and tell me about you! - Clean the VIP table, wipe away the wine-stained meat and bones, Mage Nordmark likes to be clean!"

Sitting on the phantom horse in front, Master Dumfries, less than two meters away from Gretel:

"..."

I'm still here! I'm still here! Don't pretend you can't see me! Go around me directly, as if I were a stone on the ground!

Fortunately, I was riding a phantom pony, a creature summoned by magic, so it would not be frightened. If I were riding an ordinary horse, you would be shocked by the noise!

Gretel also fell on the back of the Silver Moon Deer. Fortunately, Appa is two meters tall at the shoulders, which is much taller than a dwarf. The dwarves had to straighten their arms and jump up hard to take pictures of his hanging feet. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will be ripped off by you?

But it was impossible for Gretel to stay on the deer's back and watch the dwarves from above. He pressed Bernard's arm with one hand to stabilize his body, stretched out his head, and waved to the dwarves below:

"Spread out! Spread out! Let me jump down!"

"Jump down!" The dwarves below laughed. A dwarf with reddish-brown hair and a beard braided down to his chest opened his arms and then hit his chest hard twice:

"Mage Nordmark, just jump down! We can catch you!"

"..." This is not something that can be tolerated! A group of short guys with short arms and legs. I'm afraid that if I jump down, I'll ride on your necks!

In the stalemate, it was Bernard who saved his boss. The barbarian pressed the deer's back, jumped down lightly, and accurately inserted himself into the gap between the dwarves. Then he patted Appa's neck to make it quiet, and stretched out his hand to Gretel:

"Boss, I'll pick you up!"

Gretel fell sideways, and Bernard put his hands under his armpits and lifted him down easily. The dwarves laughed and squeezed a little closer to both sides, giving way to let his feet land on the ground, and then surged up again:

"Mage Nordmark, you are here!"

"You haven't seen us for a long time!"

"Serve the wine, serve the wine, serve the wine! The distinguished guests are here today, and they must have a good meal! - That mage over there, serve the wine!"

Wizard Dumfries thought desperately: Only at this time can you see me in your eyes? Can’t remember my name, just “that mage over there”?

The human ball, or in other words, the human cake with two chopsticks stuck in it, slowly wriggled forward. After a long time of crawling to the tavern, Grete was pushed to the deepest part of the tavern, in the middle of the rammed earth platform that was half a person tall, where the elders and high-level professionals sat at the VIP seats:

With a "bang", a large glass of ale half a foot in diameter and over a foot high, billowing with white foam, was placed directly in front of him. The familiar big elbow with long forearms and thick thighs followed and hit...

Gretel could only be thankful that Bernard also joined the king-selecting team and also bore the honorary title of the dwarves. With Bernard by his side, at least someone would help him digest these things?

Then, there was a thud next to him, and a dwarf with a gray beard sat down. He raised his glass high and shouted loudly to the dwarves filling the tavern:

"Cheers to the mage Nordmark! Cheers to our friends!"

"cheers!!!"

The dwarves roared together, deafeningly. Gretel could only be thankful that he reacted quickly enough and had already set up a sound barrier for himself - hell, this magic was specially designed to deal with sonic attacks!

Oh no, the dwarves started singing...

"The mages from far away came across the ocean and came from afar;"

"Carry the gifts of nature and enter the kingdom of the rock people;"

"He pointed at random, and the black machinery spit out white smoke, beating the ore into fine iron;"

"He activated the vines, washed away the dirt in the lungs, and brought new life to the warriors..."

To the left, right, in front, throughout the tavern, the dwarves were arming themselves and singing in unison. To Gretel's left, Master Dumfries looked at him enviously, the envy in his eyes almost shining like stars:

Participate in the dwarf king-choosing battle!

Made into songs by the dwarves!

With the average lifespan of a dwarf, Gretel's deeds will probably be sung for hundreds of thousands of years!

Gretel wrinkled his forehead in pain. If he hadn't been surrounded by people in the center, he would have almost run away:

It's so humiliating to be sung in front of someone like this!

You were not like this when I came here last time. When I came back from the wilderness last time and came to visit you and wash your lungs, you were still fine! Even though they invited me to drink, they still didn’t sing around me!

Help~~~Who will rescue me from the siege!

He endured a carol on pins and needles, barely took a sip of wine (thank God, only one sip was enough, and Bernard could do the rest), and finally completed the task. My brain is buzzing, I feel like I've been hit by a mental attack, and I'm almost dead...

Finally, when the banquet was over, Master Dumfries watched in surprise as Gretel suddenly recovered and became lively. He dragged several dwarves on the high platform into the room. Wizard Dumfries followed closely and winked at him desperately:

Tell them!

Tell them!

Tell them, stop drinking, the famine is coming soon!

Grete did not act according to his ideas. He raised his hand and took out a square box and opened the lid. The box was filled with two stacks of petri dishes. On the other side of the box, among the sponges, there was a jar, trembling, like jelly.

"After researching during this period, I finally found a way to treat a certain lung disease of dwarves." Gretel looked at the dwarves in front of him with a smile:

"After a period of clinical trials, this drug has shown good efficacy in humans suffering from similar diseases. I have free time today, so I will rush over to deliver the medicine."

"So this is the new drug?"

Seven or eight heads came together. The leader was Vigeland, a disciple of Master Tarbot, who had also dealt with Gretel for a long time before. Together with him, he escorted Master Tarbot back to his country, and later returned to the Kingdom of Kent and continued to preside over the Mithril District.

The dwarf watched with his own eyes as Gretel suctioned the teacher's sputum, developed an oxygen inhalation machine to allow the teacher to breathe oxygen, and tried every means to study the lung-washing technique. Now Grete took out something new. Without any doubt, he reached for the dishes:

"How to use it? Eat it directly?"

"Ah, this is not medicine..." Gretel quickly stopped:

"This is something to test whether you have this kind of germ in your body, or in your lungs. If there is, I can use this medicine to treat it. If not, it can't be treated - who comes first?"

"I!"

"I!"

Seven or eight hands were raised together. Vigeland had already turned around and scanned the furniture in the room:

"Do you need to clean your lungs? Do you want me to find a place to lie down?"

"That's not necessary..."

Grete quickly arranged a petri dish. Summon the mage's hand, dig out the culture medium from the big jar, and put a piece of it in each petri dish. Then, a row of mage hands were summoned, each of which transformed into the shape of a small bowl:

"Everyone, go outside the room to an open space. One person each, spit in it! It's best to spit out the phlegm deep in the throat. This is the most accurate measurement - Hey, spitter Don’t face others at all times!!!”

Emma, ​​luckily I acted quickly and cast a bubble spell on myself, Bernard and the Dumfries mage. With this thing here, it can at least block the droplets.

What?

Did the dwarves themselves infect each other?

Please, there are so many people working in the mines, eating and living together, drinking heavily and singing loudly. If you want to be infected, you have already been infected!

He poured sterile saline into each mage's hand. The mage's hand transformed into a ball, bouncing up and down, left and right, like a meteor. Stir well, stir well, if you don’t have a centrifuge, it’s up to you!

After stirring, apply it on the culture medium according to the method of bacterial culture. Add a small amount of streptomycin solution, close the lid, and label each person's name. Then he gathered all the culture media, took a deep breath, and activated the magic:

"[Bacteria·Growth]!"

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Sorry, I just went down to do nucleic acid, and the update is a little late...

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