Chapter 812 "Mage Nordmark Is in Retreat"

Archmage Torga of the Alchemy Guild has been troubled recently.

Gretel's magic for rescuing patients—yes, that strangely named magic called [Direct Current Defibrillation, Electrical Cardioversion], and the task of making magic instruments were handed over to him.

The production itself is not difficult. According to the spell model, it is engraved into the special magic chip. He has been doing this kind of thing for decades, and he can do it completely with his eyes closed and half asleep.

It's just a second-level magic, even if it is made up of several troublesome first-level magics, how difficult can it be.

After burning the spell, connect the power source and the trigger device. At most, the layout of the device should be designed to make it easier to use and look more bluffing, so that people who pay for it don't feel bad about paying a high price...

OK, perfect.

The only thing imperfect is the magic itself. Master Nordmark generously shared all his research results. One of the important points is that different individuals require different intensity of electric shock energy.

Magicians, priests, warriors, and ordinary people are all different. The levels are different, and the energy properties are different. So far, they have shared a thick stack of information and a rough estimate of the required energy, which is extremely complicated.

So, how to make this magic instrument something that ordinary people can pick up and use easily?

The Archmage is troubled. The Archmage is sad. The Archmage grabbed the few hairs that were left on his forehead and pulled them out one by one——

"Teacher, I think we can add a handle or keyboard to the outside of the magic device and let the user press it by themselves." Student A floated over to offer advice:

"Then there is an instruction manual. Under what circumstances, which position the handle is pulled, or which number is pressed on the keyboard, the magic device will trigger how high the energy is. I think people who can afford these magic devices will definitely understand. Do you understand the explanation?"

"Good idea." Archmage Tolga glanced at the student coldly:

"The person fell to the ground and there is no heartbeat. You want the user to panic and check the instructions one by one on the list? The first row for magician, the second row for priest, and the third row for warrior. Find the corresponding grid. , and then look for the relevant energy system? What if the manual cannot be found?"

"Then we'll engrave the instructions on the outer wall—"

"roll!"

Student A was scolded out in disgrace. Student B cast a "silly" look at his senior brother, took a step forward, and continued to offer advice:

"Teacher, I think it's too troublesome to attach instructions. It's so busy on site, and it's easy to make mistakes when checking the forms. It's better to burn the relevant forms into it, and then let people choose..."

"Oh? How to choose?"

Archmage Tolga reluctantly raised his eyelids. Student B sensed the teacher’s interest and was greatly encouraged:

"Leave a voice in the magic device, instructing them to press the button - please enter the patient's occupation, if you have no occupation, please press 1, if you are a warrior, please press 2, if you are a mage, please press 3, if you are a priest, please press 4, if you are unknown, please press 5 …”

"Oh, next, let's choose step by step, right?" Archmage Tolga lazily said:

"Hello, the warrior profession has been detected. Please enter the profession level: please press 1 from level one to level three, press 2 from level four to level six, press 3 from level six to level eight, and please find a healer above level 8. ?”

"It seems like it can be made more precise? Anyway, there can be 10 buttons..." The student scratched his head. Archmage Tolga's anger surged and he sprayed directly:

"What's next? Please enter the patient's fighting spirit attribute. Please press 1 for general, press 2 for fire, press 3 for wind, press 4 for water, press 5 for earth, and press 6 for unknown? The patient's heartbeat is gone. , do you think people can still be saved after struggling for so long?"

"this……"

Student B carefully took a step back, then took another step back. Well, if there is really no hope of salvation, here are the next steps -

Hello, because you entered too slowly, the patient's heartbeat has stopped. Please express your condolences, or send a necromantic psychic summons...

It feels like after such a change, this prop does not seem to be used to save people, but seems to be specially used to delay the treatment time...

"roll!"

Student B ran away with his head in his arms...

Archmage Tolga glanced at the door and sighed silently. Alas, it would be great if this spell could automatically detect the patient's level, occupation, and attributes, automatically match them, automatically retrieve or calculate the results, and then stimulate the corresponding energy.

But that's easier said than done?

Master Tolga was busy looking through information and papers for half a month. It is not difficult to detect levels, occupations, and attributes. The Council has ready-made methods. However, extracting only these three properties and then automatically matching the results...

"Oh, it's so troublesome! I'm just a great mage of the transformation system. I'm responsible for manufacturing. I'm not responsible for basic research! - Someone, let me ask if there are any new results from the Nordmark mage. ?”

Immediately some students rushed away. I ran to the mage tower first and received the news that Mage Nodmark was in retreat for research and would not receive guests for the time being. Results? He left no words before retreating, so no one knows;

Then I ran to the Thunder Horn and got the news that the Nordmark mage had taken away a batch of information and a batch of Warcraft. At present, all the monsters have been returned. Except for each one being wilted and the hair on the chest and abdomen being shaved, there are no serious problems;

Then I ran to the Temple of the God of War and got the news that the magic spells cast by the Nordmark mage were all done manually. No spell scrolls were made, no simulated magic instruments were made, nothing...

"So why is he in seclusion? Is there a breakthrough in research, or is there no breakthrough, too depressed, and the pot is broken?"

In fact, Gretel didn't want to retreat so quickly. The spell has just been modified, and the next task is of course to work hard to promote it and apply for more opportunities for clinical trials——

Go write a paper!

Go publish it in "Medical Research"!

Go talk to the great magicians in the medical department, and even try to brush your face and ask them to organize a lecture!

Then, give this magic to them and ask them to continue to use it in practice and continue to accumulate data!

But there's no rush for this. Grete smelled her sleeves, then her clothes, and wrinkled her nose hard:

Although moving pigs, sheep, cattle, and all kinds of monsters these days were all done by invisible servants and Bernard, he still felt like he had a smell on him. When I was working, I had an air bubble on my head, so I couldn't smell anything. After I finished my work...

It stinks!

There are still five, six, seven or eight kinds of monsters, some herbivores, some carnivores, all kinds of flavors mixed together, the variety is very rich...

bath! Be sure to take a shower!

"MOSS! Put some water for me! Put some bath salts! I'll come out and take a bath in a minute!"

He stood under the shower faucet, splashing hard. Well, the water used in the mage tower is directly connected to the elemental pool. The water elemental pool is pure water, and the fire elemental pool is responsible for heating. The hot and cold pipes can be adjusted by themselves.

You never have to worry about running out of water, you never have to worry about using too much water today and receiving a high water bill tomorrow. As long as Grete is happy, he can pour water from the top of the mage tower every day or hang a water curtain hole 24 hours a day.

"Wash - scrub, scrub, scrub, wash - scrub, scrub..."

Gretel rushed hard, rubbed himself hard, and rubbed foam into his hair. Fortunately, I didn't grow my hair long, and I followed the laboratory operating rules and wore a lab cap all the time. After rubbing it three times, it felt clean. As for dry hair?

Withered?

Will there be a fork in the future?

It doesn't exist. The priest of the God of Nature is good at this. The natural breath can nourish the body anytime and anywhere. Grete touched the ends of her hair. Well, with such short hair, it wouldn't have split ends anyway...

After washing and scrubbing, I lay down in the bathtub and stretched out.

The bathtub was two circles larger than the jacuzzi in the previous life. It was enough for Gretel to float in the middle, stretch out her hands and legs in all directions without touching the sides. Grete swayed, swayed...

"Ah, comfortable..."

It's very comfortable, and I feel relaxed. Grete closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lifted up by the current and float slowly in the water.

There were countless hidden holes in the bath, and the water flowed like ten thousand thin hands, beating, massaging, and kneading his back. Gentle, soft and appropriate, it is indeed a bath operating method that magicians who love to enjoy have summarized over the years.

Grete turned slightly sideways, letting the water flow to the left and right, feeling that his tense muscles were fully relaxed, and he was about to fall asleep...

Fell asleep...

Fell asleep...

Silently, an inexplicable force came across the air, soaked from the top and came down, covering all the limbs and bones. In a daze, Grete was struck by this force and turned over subconsciously——

"Ah poof! Cough cough cough cough cough!"

Oops, I forgot I was still in the bathtub and choked on the water!

After choking on this mouthful of water, my head actually became much clearer. That power, that inexplicable, familiar, overwhelming power...

Is this going to be advanced?

Don’t even advance in the bath!

Gretel jumped out of the bath, grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around her, then rushed out. My hair was not combed, the water on my body was not wiped off, and even the slippers on my feet felt like something was wrong...

Could it be that I stepped on the wrong left foot and right foot?

do not care!

"MOSS! Call me the elevator! Adjust the elements of the meditation room!"

He rushed out of the bathroom, quickly tied the belt of his bathrobe, and ran to the elevator. His bedroom and bathroom are on the ninth floor of the Mage Tower, and the meditation room is on the seventh floor. At this juncture, he still has to take the elevator up and down!

There is only one elevator in the Mage Tower. Fortunately, he has the highest authority, otherwise, someone else happened to be calling the elevator. This broken elevator just went down from the 8th floor slowly...

Then he probably could only jump out of the window, land on the 7th floor, and then jump into the mage tower from the 7th floor.

Grete cursed and ran wildly. There was a flash of white light in front of my eyes, and I passed by someone, and I instantly felt my body tremble——

"Hey, Grete, where are you going?"

"Cerella! Don't pull on the straps of my bathrobe!"

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