Chapter 757 Jury: How Much Do We Still Owe Little Gretel? (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus Five More Updates)
"So little Gretel solved another problem for us?"
The problem of the Mithril Mine was completely resolved, and it was only three days later that it was conveyed through the layers of people and brought to the review table.
The review committee member in charge of the Alchemy Guild in the Change Department clicked his tongue in surprise when he saw Gretel's name on the report.
"He's already at level seven!" On the other side of the conference table, old Sam from the plasticity department knocked on the table unhappily:
"You're at level seven, you're an intermediate mage! You're no longer a child, don't call me Little Grete, Little Grete!"
Tsk, although he occasionally calls her that in private or when communicating with Gretel alone.
But mid-level mages and legendary disciples should have their own dignity and cannot always be treated like children!
When you are shouting like this, if you are not careful, you will bully the younger ones!
The Lord of Thunder is not here, nor are several of his older disciples. If little Gretel is bullied by the review committee, or harms his interests, wait until the senior officials come back, tsk tsk~~~
"Oh, he's already a seventh-level mage."
Archmage Grom of Black Crow Marsh sighed with great nostalgia.
"The first time I saw him, he was still a second-level mage. He was standing outside the mystery lock in the middle of the night, calling for help..."
In a blink of an eye, he was already at level seven. The term of their review committee members has not yet been completed!
That little, well-behaved little guy who was brought here and threatened by them, could be locked up in a conference room to write articles and get promoted.
Now, he has become the backbone of the parliament, a level 7 magician and a fifth-ring arcanist!
"But this creates a lot of trouble for us."
The jury members of the Conjuration Department have been immersed in calculations and did not participate in the discussion here. It wasn't until he quickly read the result report that he sighed:
"I have just verified how much he should be paid for the fertilizer project. With the dwarves involved, the contribution points have to be calculated again!"
Help!
The fertilizer needed to withstand the summerless years is a big project. It can even be said that it is a rare major project in the parliament in recent years that mobilizes the power of all factions.
From the legendary mage at the highest level, to the high-level mage, to the apprentice running errands at the lowest level, to the Natural God Cult working together next door. Among them, I don’t know how many people are busy filling the stomachs of the whole country.
Everyone's tasks are different and their contributions are different. To evaluate the value of work fairly and impartially, the amount of calculation is huge.
It just so happened that Gretel was involved in more than one sub-project!
From providing a way to measure land and locking the three elements of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium; to verifying the effect of ammonia; to tossing out a rough route for artificially synthesizing ammonia. He is everywhere, everywhere.
There is not much work to do, but the work you do is very crucial!
In every direction, it saves Parliament a lot of manpower, material resources and time. According to the parliament's evaluation standards, the person who provides the ideas gets the lion's share, and his contribution ratio is quite high!
The problem is that every time Grete messes up something, the council has to urgently adjust the project contribution package...
Each sub-project has a dedicated group of people calculating the contribution value. Every adjustment means that several hours, one day, or two days of work have been wasted, and they have to roll up their sleeves and start over.
The magicians who are exclusive to the jury, and whose professions are used to calculate contribution points, now feel dizzy, nauseous, want to vomit, and have several adverse reactions when they hear the name "Gret Nordmark".
"There's no other way, just take it down and let them count again." The conjuration system boss shook his head:
"After all, we have helped the council solve a problem, and it is a big or small problem that will be very troublesome if not solved. Is this project included in fertilizer production?"
"That's right." The change boss nodded affirmatively:
"It's a factory that produces ammonia, oh no, nitrogen fertilizer. We order the goods from the dwarves. They have the best craftsmanship and the highest precision in processing things. It allows them to not make trouble and work honestly. It is indeed the best in fertilizer production. .”
The review committee of the Conjuration Department made a few approvals on the report and threw it down. Immediately, a doll with a round head and a round head slid over, its head opened, and it received the report like a cylinder.
The puppet made a series of sound effects, slid out the door, and disappeared.
The conference room fell into silence again, and each review committee member was engrossed in doing his own work, until another row of alchemy dolls entered and began to distribute reports one by one.
Then, a new report fell from the hands of the alchemy doll to Old Sam. A thick stack, it doesn't look like a report, but more like a book. Old Sam only glanced at the cover and put his hand on his forehead:
"Little Grete has caused trouble for us again..."
"Hey, who said before that you can't call him Little Gretel?"
Four of the eight judges complained in unison.
Old Sam read the abstract, read the table of contents, and then scanned the contents line by line. Just close the cover and throw it aside. The report whirled and hit the conjuration magician's desk.
"Hey, medical matters are your business."
"Why is it my business again..."
The conjuration master muttered and opened the report again. This report is basically a detailed report of what Gretel did in the Mithril Mine:
The first part, the research and development process of streptomycin and the bacteria that can be killed;
Part 2, clinical experimental report of streptomycin;
Part 3: The therapeutic effect of streptomycin on dwarves (with bacterial culture test results, auscultation, chest X-ray and CT results);
Part 4: Estimates of the incidence of dwarf pneumonia, tuberculosis and other diseases during the previous trip to the dwarf royal court;
Part Five: Conjecture on the large-scale export of streptomycin to the Dwarf Kingdom...
"A guess, just a guess." The magician in white robe threw the report on the table and complained to the sky:
"What does this little guy think of us? There is no output, no price, no how much it can be sold to the dwarf kingdom, no one."
Forget it, the next part is the focus of his complaint:
"As for selling medicine to the Dwarf Kingdom, it can influence their policies and make their prohibition on alcohol smoother..."
He was completely concerned about the high-level mage's demeanor, so he didn't roll his eyes on the spot:
"This little guy would rather spend a thousand words talking in circles about this kind of suggestion involving a diplomatic plan than mention a word directly! Is this using us as tools? To put it bluntly, we will do the rest of the work! "
"Then you can't blame him." Archmage Grom took out the report, read it quickly, and defended Gretel with a smile:
"Production needs to be discussed with the Order of the God of Nature; pricing and other matters must also be discussed with them. Diplomatic plans, etc. Although the little guy visited the dwarf kingdom and received a delegation, in fact, he is not a professional of……"
"Come on!" Several committee members nearby complained in unison:
"If you speak for him again, he won't be from Black Crow Swamp!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Skulls, leg bones, ribs, ink bottles, and books were once again flying all over the sky.
Complaints are complaints, but things still have to be done. What's more, Grete's suggestion was indeed good. Everyone had to break down the task and arrange it part by part.
The matter is not big, but it involves many departments and is of high level. Everything needs to be discussed, considered, claimed by different departments, different schools of thought, collaborated with each other, argued with each other...
Just for this report, the review committee members spent a long time salivating. After the discussion finally ended, the member of the protection department glanced at the form and suddenly said:
"By the way, how many contribution points will the council pay to the little guy this time?"
"..."
"..."
Instant silence. The member of the Conjuration Department turned over a page of the record book, mentally calculated the contribution of the report just now, and gave a vague number:
"...1000?"
"Why so few!"
Old Sam and Archmage Grom said in unison. As soon as the words were spoken, they turned to look at each other, glaring at each other like black-eyed chickens. On both sides of the long table, several other review members who had nothing to do with themselves turned their heads silently.
It has become a routine scene for Black Crow Swamp and Thunderhorn to fight each other over Little Gretel's identity. Just be calm, just be calm~~~
The member of the Conjuration Department couldn't calm down. Those two people were fighting each other, but in the end they still had the same ambition and would come to question him. He took the time to sort out his thoughts and knocked on the table:
"The current estimated contribution value is related to soil measurement and solving the problem of Mithril Zone. As for the problem of ammonia production and the problem of selling new medicine to the Dwarf Kingdom..."
He pulled out two pieces of information and pushed them forward:
"The Order of the God of Nature estimates that without using magic to induce growth, just using fertilizer can increase production by more than 50%. - If the cost of fertilizer can be reduced, fertilizer alone will be a very profitable business."
However, nitrogen fertilizers need to be produced in large-scale installations and guarded by magicians; phosphate fertilizers need to be transported across the ocean and brought back from the small islands of the Storm Islands; potash fertilizers need to toss ores.
Food is certainly a top priority, but spellcasters still need to explore how to reduce costs as much as possible.
"Our current idea is to turn it into a project. If it is profitable, the relevant people will share the profits together. As one of the key providers of technology, Nordmark Master will definitely get an appropriate share."
Of course, how much is the specific share...
This project is not finished yet, so don’t rush to settle it. Besides, maybe it would be better for everyone until the legendary mage behind him comes back and then slowly discuss the share, right?
"The same thing is true about the new drug. Anyway, Master Nordmark can't expand production capacity for the time being, and the Order of the God of Nature can't spare it. Expanding production, valuation, and negotiation all take time."
Archmage Grom pulled back his hood and hid himself in the shadows, seeming to accept this statement. Old Sam was lost in thought for a while and asked suddenly:
"Then when these projects are put into operation, won't he no longer be short of money?" With this guy's character, if he is not short of money, God knows what he will spend!
"It's okay, he wants a lot." Beside him, the great mage of the transformation department said calmly:
"I remember that he hasn't paid back the money for the tower spirit yet? Even if he has paid it off, now that I have the tower spirit, I want to get another mage tower and slowly save money..."
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