Chapter 817 Go to Another Great Mage to Find a Solution? (Monthly Ticket Adds 1 Update)

Gretel's face darkened. In the open space next to him, Bernard was carrying an iron lump that was taller than his whole body. He was squatting up and down, and after hearing this, he complained:

"The boss should have practiced a long time ago. His teacher, not the one in Nevis, but the one from his hometown, taught by the God of Nature, has always entrusted me to let him practice well, so that he can at least run when he encounters the enemy. As a result, the boss has been busy, busy, very, very busy..."

He was so busy that he couldn't use force and forced his boss to exercise!

"Fortunately, the boss finally figured it out. Alas, if he doesn't think about it anymore, I won't be able to beat him..."

He hasn't been promoted to level 9 yet! The boss is already level 8! If you keep going, you really won’t be able to beat him!

Serila laughed so hard. After laughing for a long time, he wiped his face, grabbed an unedged long sword from the weapon rack, and waved it, making a whining sound:

"Okay, Gretel, if you really want to be a knight, I will train you. When will you be able to defeat me, when..."

"I will die anytime." Gretel complained with a straight face. Cerela, you are a dragon! Dragon! What misconceptions do you have about your own fighting abilities?

Even in the human form, no, in the elf state, you can easily defeat a tenth level or above warrior with just your physical strength! I don’t dare to fight with you without looking at Bernard...

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's because he knows that they can't break up!

And, Serira, what are you doing with Bernard's training sword? This sword is almost as high as my shoulder! The whole thing is wide and thick, more like an iron rod than an iron plate, and more like an iron plate than an iron sword...

Do you want to train me in this kind of thing? A stick was swung at me. Even with my mage armor, I couldn't bear it!

"Serila, I'm not doing it to improve my fighting ability, I'm just doing it so my hands can be steady during surgery..."

He explained for a long time, and Cerela finally said "Oh", turned the sword, and pointed straight ahead. The arm was slightly tensed, the tip of the sword was frozen, and a streak of light slid silently along the sword's spine.

Grete pointed from the side:

"It's not easy to see if you don't see it this way... Serira, find a fixed object, point it with the tip of your sword, and see if the tip of the sword trembles. This will make it easier to identify -"

With a swish sound, a sharp sword energy shot out from the unedged iron sword used for training. Gretel jumped back, and the sword energy drew a long straight line on the ground. Serila took two steps forward, pointing the tip of the sword towards the end of the line...

"Hey, it's true! I'm really shaking!"

She became competitive and started to compete with her sword, paddling back and forth. The tip of the heavy training sword poked at the ground, and in a moment countless small holes were made, like a pockmarked face. Serila couldn't help but pout, and said with all her strength:

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!... Hey!"

She unknowingly exerted force on the training ground, making a deep footprint on the training ground.

Grete explained softly beside him:

"If you don't have enough strength in your hands and can't control your arms, the weapon will tremble. If you change it to a lighter sword, it will be much better..."

"Yeah?"

Serila looked back, turned around, and waved her hand. The iron sword, which was more than half a person's height and probably weighed more than Grete, was thrown directly towards the weapon rack by her - No! If you do this, it will collapse!

Before Grete could shout "Be careful", he saw a ray of light flowing over the iron sword, and then it fell lightly and fell silently on the weapon rack. Gretel smiled bitterly:

How could I forget Cerira's racial talent, the Feather Falling Technique, etc. She has always been as skilled at playing it as she is breathing. Throwing such an iron sword is no big deal.

With a flick of her backhand, she pulled out a long sword from nowhere. It was brilliant and filled with magical aura. Serila held it in her hand and didn't cherish it very much. She just lowered the tip of the sword like ordinary scrap metal and poked the lines on the ground:

"Oh! It's true! The sword doesn't shake when it's light! Look, Gretel!"

The tip of the sword swept across, and a straight line fell on the ground, completely parallel to the previous one, without any difference in distance.

"So I still have no strength in my arm! Gretel, you are too weak!"

She sheathed her sword—or, rather, threw it into storage. Then, he raised his arm and reached out to pinch Gretel’s upper arm:

"You have to practice hard!"

Gretel quickly jumped away. He raised his palms, made a pushing gesture, and explained softly:

"A millimeter of tremor in the hand can be transmitted to the end of the surgical instrument, and it will shake several millimeters. When doing delicate surgery, the end of the instrument cannot shake even one millimeter, or even 0.1 millimeter -"

To anastomose blood vessels during neurosurgery, a blood vessel with a diameter of 1 mm should be sutured evenly with 12 stitches. Shake out 0.1 millimeter, and the landing point of this needle must be close to that needle. Then, I dare to show you the blood vessels that have been sewn up.

It is indeed useful to increase arm strength, including practicing using a needle holder to open cherries, sew grapes, and peel oranges. But, but...

At such a refined level, it is already very difficult to reach this point solely through training. Those monsters outside the gods, how on earth did they do it?

...In other words, this is also the reason why neurosurgery stands proudly at the top of the contempt chain of surgery. And this time, what Gretel needs to challenge is surgical surgery...

Even though he traveled through time once, even if he advanced to level 8 mage or level 8 priest, and his physical and mental powers were greatly strengthened, Grete still had no confidence in this kind of surgery. In this aspect, he is not even as good as the ordinary people in his previous life.

There are specialties in the art industry, but that's all.

Serila patiently listened to his explanation, her eyes moved, and she thought carefully. When it comes to using violence to get everything done, she is good at it. She can shoot the dragon claws and make a ball of meat easily; but to do such a delicate operation...

Let her think about whether there is any relevant content in the inherited memory...

The more Serila thought about it, the more she became fascinated. Gradually, the silver-blue eyes turned into pure silver, tiny scale-like patterns appeared on the cheeks, ears, and neck, and the aura on his body gradually rose. Grete quickly stepped forward and pushed her:

"Cerilla! Wake up! Wake up! Don't be in a daze here!"

——The important thing is, don’t turn into a dragon here!

There is a huge dragon's nest up there!

Serila was excited, nodded to Grete, and ran into the tower in two or three steps. Bernard took off the iron straps on his back with a "clang" sound, wiped the sweat, and smiled naively at Gretel:

"Boss, are you still practicing? Do you want me to help you stretch?"

"……don't want!"

Gretel turned around and fled back to the mage tower. The barbarian's actions were neither gentle nor severe. The last time he tried to stretch his legs, he almost broke his legs!

Spread your legs apart and do the splits 180 degrees. That's like hitting the ground hard! In this regard, he also said, "In our tribe, only children need help from adults like this..."

The implication is that adults, even young warriors, have an effective training and recovery method, so adults don’t need to worry about getting started...

But the bones of a child's body are so weak! If you ask an adult to open his crotch and try it, the ligaments will be strained on the spot!

Grete ran back. When I returned to the tower, I found that Master Norwood and Aurora, who had finished their work for the day, were smiling at the door and watching the fun. Seeing him coming back, Master Norwood took a step forward and lowered his head slightly:

"Boss, there may be a solution to the problem you encountered in the transformation system."

"oh?"

Gretel perked up and immediately turned to stare at him. Master Norwood smiled:

"I understand one thing. You need to protect some very small things that have to be touched during the operation. So, why not add a layer of protection to them before you do it?"

Grete's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. He shook his head slightly:

"I have also thought about this method. - But physical protection, I mean, gauze and the like are too thick and will cause damage. As for magical protection, whether it is mage armor or mage hands, I I don’t have enough control..."

Mage armor can only be applied one layer to the body, allowing it to flow naturally and cover the whole body. The mage's hands can deform, and can be flattened, rolled out, and stretched into various magical instruments he wants. However, if you want to precisely protect the nerves in the vertebral foramen...

He tried, he tried inserting the mage's hand into it and "wrapping" it with a layer of nerves. Then, after all, the hand of the mage, who was a solid person and had a size, crushed the precious and delicate spinal cord.

After all, there is only so much space in the vertebral foramen, and there is really only a tiny amount of space that allows him to operate.

"I understand this." Master Norwood smiled softly. He took out a silver coin, activated his mental power, and saw a thin thread fluttering out from the edge of the silver coin. When it was first pulled out, it was white and bright, but after a while, it darkened visibly to the naked eye.

"Silver oxidizes easily..." Grete muttered quietly. Mr. Norwood looked up and smiled:

"Yes, so magicians of the transformation system will use some small tricks to protect the most delicate parts of magic instruments. Just like this..."

He took out a small piece of rubber, watched as his mental power gathered, and pulled out a silver thread from the silver coin again. The silver wire grew longer and longer, and the rubber followed it, wrapping the silver wire with a layer of rubber.

Grete grabbed the silver thread, touched it, and smoothed it. The rubber is thin and smooth, with a diameter of less than 0.5 mm including the silver wire wrapped inside. There are no bumps or bumps from start to finish.

Then I picked it with my nails, and I could pick up a layer casually, leaving a layer of debris in the gaps between my nails. Mr. Norwood smiled:

"Workers can wrap a layer of silver wire, but the most precise processing can only be carried out by the mental power of a magician. If it is a more delicate part, it can even be wrapped with a force field, like this -"

Another silver thread swayed out. This time, the silver wire stretched one foot, two feet, one meter, two meters, but it was always brilliant and not dim at all. When Gretel concentrated on sensing, he discovered that there was an invisible material power attached to the silver thread.

"How do you train to use this kind of mental power? Is there a method?"

Gretel took a step forward, his eyes shining and his breathing slightly rapid. Master Norwood shook his head regretfully:

"This is the secret method of the transformation system. I know it, but I don't have permission to teach it to others. Perhaps, boss, which archmage can you go and talk to?"

Anyway, you know a lot of the bosses of the Alchemy Guild, much more than I do... Maybe someone will teach you the method as soon as they are happy?

This isn't anything particularly secret, it's just that I don't have enough authority. Boss, it’s up to you!

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