Chapter 809 New Advancement Method, Another Blow to the Temple! (Bugfield Leader Adds 10 More Updates)

Addor Saren's face turned pale.

He obeyed the order and ran as fast as he could on that strange-looking machine. Speed ​​up, speed up again, until you are panting, until you are sweating, until your heart is almost knocked out of your chest——

Oh, by the way, that machine was hand-made on site by the transformation mage in the mage tower. As he ran, the transformation mage squatted on the side of the machine and used magic to repair and maintain it on the spot.

In short, looking at it horizontally and vertically, it looks unreliable.

So why am I running on this? Why do you have to keep running and accelerating until you can’t breathe? If you slow down a little, you will fall off the rubber belt...

The Nordmark mage kept shouting: "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!" - If I speed up any more, I will die, okay? !

Just as he was full of slander, a cold, violent breath hit his face. Addo Saren's chest felt tight, his whole body froze, and he was almost dragged down by the rubber belt. What it is? !

What is it? !

So ferocious, so terrifying, it was like a bloody mouth opened in front of his face, trying to swallow him whole. There is no need to chew, the teeth are gently closed, the bones are broken, the flesh is broken, and the blood is splashed...

Am I going to die?

Am I...really going to die?

His vision went dark and he almost fell down. Amidst the ringing in his ears, he heard his father shouting worriedly:

"Addo! Addo!—Let him come down?"

"Don't stop! Keep running!" a voice shouted angrily. The voice is high, majestic, and full of confidence:

"I'm watching! Nothing will happen! - Keep running!"

Yado didn't know what was wrong with him. Are you afraid of the person who spoke? Or do you follow orders subconsciously? In short, he gritted his teeth and continued to run desperately——

Swing your arms, lift your legs, expand your chest, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The killing intent was heavy on his body, like a huge mountain, making every breath he took feel like a knife.

As I ran, my vision became darker and darker, and my consciousness became increasingly blurry. The whole figure seemed to be swimming in a black-red swamp. He had no idea where he was, and he almost didn't even know who he was.

Viscount Saren's hands were sweating. He quietly looked at Mage Nordmark, and saw Mage Nordmark staring closely at the light screen next to his son. The curves on the light screen went up and down, and the numbers kept jumping;

Look at the girl next to Master Nordmark again, and see that she is smiling slightly and looking relaxed. Sometimes he looked at his son, and sometimes he looked down at the machine, looking quite curious;

As for the new transformation mage, except for looking down at the machine wholeheartedly, nothing else seems to have anything to do with him.

"Mage Nordmark...should you ask him to stop...this..."

He spoke intermittently. Although Serila's explosive momentum was not directed at him, he was able to catch a little bit of it. My legs are a little weak, my chest is a little blocked, and my heartbeat is a little fast...

If he hadn't been worried about his son, he would have fallen to the ground with a plop. By the way, where did this pressure come from? Why didn't the other three react at all?

Poor Viscount Saren didn't know that Gretel was always carrying the [Endless Ink Pen] and was completely immune to mental attacks. As for Mage Norwood, well, since Cerela stationed in the Mage Tower, he has become very familiar with the [Anti-Dragon Aura]...

Grete stared closely at the electrocardiogram, occasionally glancing at the blood pressure, blood oxygen, and Yaddo Saren's condition, concentrating on it. When he heard Viscount Salen's question, he dismissed it directly without thinking:

"No, I'm watching. If there's a problem, I'll stop it - Cerela! Get your healing skills ready!"

"OK!"

Serila responded happily. The white light flashed on the fingertips of his right hand, and a healing spell was fastened, ready to save the situation at any time:

Hey, it seems like we don’t need her for the time being?

Gretel stared at the electrocardiogram. The heart rate is relatively high, the curve is okay, and there is no myocardial ischemia or other dangerous conditions for the time being...

No problem, I can hold on one more time! In the electrocardiogram tablet experiment, after reaching the maximum heart rate, you can still run for several minutes!

Or, try harder——

He concentrated slightly, used his mental power to activate the spell configuration of [Inspiration Technique], and threw a spell over. This spell gives warriors courage and confidence, helps them fight fear and ignore pain:

To Gretel, it was just a shot of unknown amounts of adrenaline.

Throw this [Inspiration Technique] over, and the effect will be immediate. Yaddo Saren only felt that his heart, which was about to explode, suddenly surged with strength, and the aura that oppressed him was no longer so terrifying. He couldn't help but roared from the bottom of his heart:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-"

Run!

Run!

Squeeze out all your strength!

Gather all your energy!

Withstand that pressure and climb that mountain!

come!

come! ! !

"He has advanced!"

Viscount Saren stood up straight suddenly, with a look of surprise on his face. Gretel stared at the electrocardiogram without saying a word, while Master Norwood below let out a heartfelt scream:

"The belt is broken ahhhhhh..."

The strength of the physical body and the speed that a knight can achieve are completely different from a level 4 warrior!

He didn't even have time to adjust the speed. The belt on the machine was stepped on and pushed backwards. In the end, the belt was simply broken...

"Well……"

"Well……"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mage," Viscount Saren hurriedly took out his wallet: "I will compensate. Our viscounty will definitely compensate..."

The chaotic farce ended with a list thrown by Grete. It's not a bill, of course it can't be a bill. It's a hand-rubbed experimental equipment. Grete wouldn't be stingy enough to ask for compensation. but……

"Please sign this lab report." Grete said with a smile:

"Experimental content, experimental process, and experimental results. Read it carefully. If you have no problem, just sign here."

Viscount Saren tremblingly took the report and read it carefully from beginning to end. Well, it’s not that I don’t believe in Master Nordmark. The problem is that the things the Master asked to sign, and the nobles who signed without looking at them with their eyes closed, are all dead...

He read it carefully and signed his name at the end. Then he turned the emerald cap on the seal ring, stamped it with the magic seal, and then started to take out the magic crystal card:

"How much do we need to pay? Is one thousand gold coins enough? Or two thousand?"

"Um……"

Gretel hesitated for a moment, his eyes wandering. The price he quoted to the parliamentary army was 20 people, 1,000 contribution points, to treat one person, and to treat ten people, it was the same price.

So far, on average, there are about three to four people in each group who need his treatment. On average, each person contributes 250 to 300 points. Counting other people’s inspection costs, the average person...

Approximately how much is it? How much should the contribution points be converted into gold coins?

Please ask someone to give him a price. He is really not good at negotiating prices! Ah, now think about the past life, all hospital charges had fixed price lists. What a happy era it was...

While he was struggling, Master Norwood coughed at the side:

"A [Blood Burning Potion], or [Burning Warrior], is officially priced at 100 gold coins. The refined version of the potion is ten times more expensive. It has a price but no market. If you want to buy it, you have to ask for favors."

In other words, Gretel's move today, regardless of the success rate, at least saved the other party 1,000 gold coins.

"Three thousand gold coins!"

Viscount Saren immediately increased the pressure. Gretel coughed and nodded slightly:

"Then that's it. By the way, please take back the gift——"

"No, no, no, no! Please accept the gift!" Viscount Saren seemed to have been burned by fire. He picked up the jewelry box, walked a few steps quickly, placed it on the small table against the wall, and then rushed back to his original position:

"Especially, there is absolutely no reason to take back the gift given to the beautiful lady!"

Grete glanced at Cerela. The silver dragon girl's eyes were lowered, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she looked very satisfied. Very good, this plan is approved~~~

He diligently sent Viscount Saren and his son out of the mage tower. Turning around and returning, Master Norwood immediately greeted him:

"Boss, this machine..."

"Hey!" Grete raised his hand to stop him from continuing. He clapped his hands in high spirits and quickly issued instructions:

"Mr. Norwood, you write the relevant documents for this - um, treadmill? Register it with the parliament. Let your apprentice make a new, more stable machine. I will write the paper. The paper is finished , let’s sell the machine to the temple!”

Three days later, Archbishop Nogueira unfolded Grete's newly published paper in his office... Of course, there was also a new machine in front of him that matched the paper.

"We have noticed that the observation of soldiers' electrocardiograms can help to closely monitor the dangers in the progression. In view of the fact that a large part of the coma and sudden death caused by the progression are caused by the overload of the heart, we think this kind of early warning is very important. Is necessary."

"A large part of the reason why we were unable to maintain close observation before was that the soldiers fought fiercely during the advancement process, and the magic probe of the electrocardiogram could not fit closely. For this reason, we designed such a machine..."

"Run as hard as you can on the machine, and after reaching the extreme heart rate, maintain it for a period of time. In this way, you can test the pressure-bearing ability of the soldier's heart..."

"In addition, during the running process, high-level warriors can also release their momentum and perform oppression. Warriors who run hard have a certain probability of directly advancing under pressure. Since the entire process is monitored, this advancement method is relatively safe... …”

"Saelen." Archbishop Nogra rubbed his temples with a headache:

"Do the math, how much new expenditure will we have to spend on this?"

"...The quotation given by the Alchemy Guild is 1,000 gold coins per unit." Bishop Salem replied respectfully:

"Replacement rubber belts, lubricants, etc., as well as maintenance costs are calculated separately. I believe that the temple's first batch of 5 to 10 units will be enough."

The key is not in purchasing the machine, but in the subsequent maintenance. No, no, follow-up repairs are not the most expensive. The key is that there must be someone who can read electrocardiograms!

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