Chapter 829 Gretel: Coach, I Want to Be a Knight! (Monthly Ticket Adds 5 Updates)

Archmage Carlisle's face turned dark immediately.

Old Morgan's face also turned dark.

He plucked at the herbs that Cerela pulled out one by one, and his voice trembled:

"The ten-year-old blue villain... the silver-backed vine that grows on the mountain walls... the daughter of the night that blooms only after the full moon... the golden butterfly orchid that only grows on gold mines... the bird feather jade... the blood-red angel trumpet... Crystal Orchid..."

These are potions that knights, even great knights, are reluctant to use when performing important tasks! There are several flavors, which are the main ingredients of potions used to clear levels when knights advance!

Like that blood-red angel trumpet, a small one is enough for a dose of [Cure Fatal Wounds] potion! In this big bucket, there are a bunch of fluffy flowers, one or two hundred!

Like that Toba Yu, there are only avian monsters above level ten that died on the stone peaks of the deserted ridge. The flesh and blood on the body is not eaten, and slowly soaks into the rock formations, giving birth to vine fruits. Adding a little to the potion can add wind power to the knight!

There is also the crystal orchid, which is the cleanest herb that grows inexplicably in the darkest, invisible forest.

Inexplicable birth, inexplicable thanks, no seeds, no roots. This medicinal material is a magical medicine that activates holy power and cleanses away filth and plague! Each tree must be placed in a crystal box, not just frozen with ice cubes!

There are so many medicinal herbs, used for bathing...used for bathing...not to mention the conflict of medicinal properties, even if the medicinal properties are suitable...

"You're not afraid of soaking him to death!"

"Ah...oh..."

Cerira silently pulled the bucket back. After thinking for a while, he pushed towards Old Morgan again and raised a smile:

"Then see what you can use! Use whatever you want! You can also use it for him," pointing at Gretel;

"You can use it for him," he drew a big circle with his finger, from Bernard to Annevia;

"It's okay for you to use!"

With a muffled bang, the big iron barrel hit old Morgan's chest, knocking the 14th-level veteran warrior back two steps.

Old Morgan didn't even have time to hold the iron bucket. He stared at Cerela, his voice cracking a little:

"These? All of them? You-"

Do you know how valuable these medicinal materials are? Go to the God of War Temple, take out the extra materials, and exchange some missing ones with other temples. It will be enough for the temple for a year!

"Oh, I'm just picking these for fun!" Cerela waved her hand impatiently:

"Like this crystal orchid, just look at its sparkling and beautiful flowers; like this bird feather, I just happened to pick it up on a certain mountain; some of them don't know where they came from - I'm useless anyway! You can use them Just right, take it and take it!”

"Pick it and play..."

Old Morgan's breath was blocked in his chest again. Fortunately, Cerela had let him go. The mage fished out a large piece of water from another vat:

The meat was trembling, steaming with heat, and fell away from the bones as soon as it came out of the pot. It had obviously been stewed until it was crispy. Grete looked a little dazed:

How many hours have I been training? three hours? Or four hours? I remember there was no pressure cooker in the mage tower! Is this already stewed?

While thinking about it, Cerela took out a large bowl from nowhere, summoned a stream of water from the bucket, filled the bowl with meat and soup, took two steps forward, and put it directly into Grete's hand:

"You must be exhausted! Drink some broth! Don't worry, these are cooked with the meat of level five monsters, you won't be full!"

Gretel was also extremely thirsty. When he saw that the bowl was in his hand, he didn't feel the heat. He casually summoned a mage's hand, turned it into a spoon, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

I poured a spoonful of soup into my mouth and spurted it out on the spot:

"……puff!"

So hot!

So hot!

Why is it so hot!

The skin on the roof of my mouth was burned off——

With tears in his eyes, he threw healing spells into his mouth, water-generating spells, freezing rays into the water-generating spells, and cleansing spells on Cerira—just now, in desperation, he sprayed all over Cerira!

It's scalding to death. It's scalding to death. Why isn't it hot when you hold it in your hand? But it's so hot when you pour it into your mouth!

"Oops, I was just thinking about insulating the bowl..."

Across from him, Cerela looked apologetic, throwing healing spells at him and freezing spells into bowls and soup pots. Grete couldn't laugh or cry:

You just thought that the bowl would burn my hands, but why didn't you think that the soup in the bowl would burn my mouth... Forget it, I was stupid too. I took it and felt it wasn't hot, so I drank it directly. At least I can see the heat!

Looking back, Serira threw down a freezing ray, and a thin layer of ice instantly formed on the top of the soup pot. The ice layer spread and spread, covering the top of the soup pot with a layer of ice, and even the entire wall of the barrel was frozen. After a moment of silence, click——

There was a crisp sound under the ice. However, the fire did not stop, and the soup continued to boil, directly exploding cracks in the ice layer above.

Serira quickly stuck out her tongue, removed the flame, and threw a freezing ray down. The boiling liquid surface gradually calmed down, and a monster leg bone was vaguely exposed under the thick foam.

Old Morgan's eyes twitched. A level five monster, even he can't feed it every day. What kind of rich man is this elf lady——

Archmage Carlisle held his forehead and sighed:

"Miss Serira, Gretel's physical combat power is only equivalent to a first- and second-level warrior, a fifth-level monster, etc. He can't eat too much..."

Do you really want to overwhelm him to death with this big pot of soup?

"It's okay! Let's drink together!"

Serila waved her hand proudly.

Endurance training, strength training, flexibility training, combat training. After the training, there was a herbal soup, Warcraft meat to eat, and a relaxing massage. Of course, Grete has never touched the edges of the herbs provided by Cerela——

Old Morgan sorted them all into categories, instructed Bernard to put them away, and wrote a new list of medicinal soups. While pulling it back, the muscles on his face twitched, as if he was mourning for his concubine.

Why couldn't I have met these people earlier... If I had met them ten or twenty years earlier, whether they were medicines or food ingredients, they could make up for my losses, and I would have advanced to level 15 long ago!

On the other hand, Gretel could still take two sips of the Warcraft broth. Not much. Old Morgan strictly controls his dosage. A first-level monster can eat up to one kilogram a day, and if it is a second-level monster, it can eat up to 200 grams. Want to drink again?

"If you don't exercise enough, you will gain weight!"

With the sound of "getting fat", Cerira immediately took the soup pot back and never let Gretel touch it again.

Under this kind of high-intensity training, which could even be called luxury, Gretel steadily advanced to the level of a second-level fighter in half a month. Old Morgan was not in a hurry:

Grete gave him a [pain-delaying] device, which was attached to the lumbar spine to block pain at a specific point. Once used, it lasts for eight hours, and you will no longer be rolling around in pain at night and unable to sleep all night long.

The pain was temporarily relieved, and he gave even more dedicated guidance to Gretel and others. The benefits of Gretel's advancement are also considerable:

My waist is no longer sore, and my legs are no longer painful. I used to be out of breath after running a lap in a weight-bearing suit, but now I feel energetic after running two laps. During surgery, the surgical instruments vibrate much less under the microscope——

It’s almost the same as when I blessed [The Power of the Barbarian Bull] in the past. Well, with more reinforcement, even if you don’t use your mental power to protect your nerves, it shouldn’t cause any harm...

In half a month, Gretel performed five surgeries and corrected scoliosis on the five warriors sent from the Temple of the God of War. The more you do it, the easier it becomes and the more you do it, the more comfortable you become. The five recovered cases were sent back, and the entire God of War Temple was slightly stirred.

After five operations were completed, Bishop Salem came to visit again:

When can the surgery for high-level knights be performed?

How is the reward calculated?

Old Morgan was paying his debt with his life, no, he was paying his debt with his guidance, but Gretel obviously didn't need a second mentor. At the God of War Temple, more than one high-level knight came to inquire about him!

Gretel: "..."

Wait a minute, I'll go to Black Crow Swamp to inquire first!

For a moment, Bishop Salem was horrified.

What are you doing in Black Crow Swamp?

To perform an operation on a knight from the Temple of the God of War, why did you go to Black Crow Swamp to find out? !

You don’t want to collude with them and make the knights of the God of War into something weird, do you? Such as the Black Knight, such as the Death Knight, such as...

Bishop Salem's eyes were wandering and he was thinking wildly. Grete looked embarrassed and coughed. Cerira smiled beside him and said:

"The high-level knight may not be able to cut it. I need to go to the Black Crow Swamp and ask if there are any corpses of high-level warriors in stock that I can lend to him to try his hand at cutting..."

Bishop Salem: "..."

He looked up, down, left, right. Yes, compared to half a month ago, Gretel's face is much rosier and his momentum has also increased. Generally speaking, he has indeed made some progress on the road of being a warrior——

But there is still a long way to go before becoming a knight.

It was obvious that a high-level knight above level 10 might not be able to cut through the skin even if he stood there and let him chop without using any force.

"Or I can ask if there are any sharp weapons collected in the temple that can increase attack power?"

Bishop Salem pondered the suggestion. Gretel immediately shook his head:

"It's no use just cutting the skin! After cutting the skin, you have to stretch out the layers of muscles, clamp the blood vessels, correct the direction of the bones, and cut off the overgrown parts of the vertebrae..."

He casually released the [Silent Phantom], gestured, and showed the surgical process in fast forward:

"Besides, it's not the surgical instrument I'm used to, and it will become deformed when I operate it..."

Bishop Salem's eyelids jumped. He looked at Gretel carefully, and then weighed the probability that a level 2 warrior could break the bones of a high-level knight——

"What are you going to do if you really can't do it?"

"Use the dark gold skeleton sent by His Excellency the [Immortal] for surgery." Gretel immediately gave a backup plan. After talking about plan one, he pointed at Cerela:

"Or, let her follow my instructions. Of course, if I can cut it myself, that would be best."

Grete smiled sheepishly. Bishop Salem rubbed his forehead in embarrassment and sighed:

"Forget it, I'm going to find out if there is any collection in the God of War Temple..."

"I don't want any living people! Even if they are prisoners, I don't want any living people, even if they volunteer to be cut by me!!!"

Grete followed up with instructions. Bishop Salem's eyelids twitched:

How do you know I'm doing this?

Facts have proved that after excluding the option of living people, the Temple of the God of War does not have fresh, muscular corpses that meet Gretel's requirements to lend out.

Black Crow Swamp, on the other hand, is as reliable as ever and has expertise in corpse preservation. And, for Gretel, as generous as ever:

"Come on! Cut it as you like! Of course, if you are willing to cut it in the big demonstration hall and let everyone see it, that would be the best..."

Gretel almost ran away.

The result of repeated tests is that at this stage, Gretel has filled up all the buffs: giant strength, bull's strength belt, scalpel with [advanced magic weapon], corpse muscle release [touch of exhaustion] to relax muscles...

Still a very tough cut. According to the estimate of Bishop Ares, once Gretel advances to become a knight, he will probably be able to move steadily...

Gretel: Old Morgan, please train me as much as you can! I want to be a knight!

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