Chapter 926 Aboriginal Boy: Please Let Me Join the Team!

Grete lowered his head silently, holding back a sigh and an outburst of curses.

This is already good, he thought, already good. They just took advantage of the information gap to take advantage of the situation and forced the natives to join the immigrants and sell their labor in order to have enough to eat and survive...

There was even a way for the natives to survive. As long as you are willing to accept employment, you will have food to eat and you can survive.

There was no massacre, no looting, and no deliberate or unintentional release of various infectious disease sources.

There was no reward order, 100 gold coins for the scalp of every man over 12 years old, 50 gold coins for the scalp of every woman or child, no boots made of indigenous leather to show off...

But Grete is still very sad. It would be great if the parliament had stronger strength, higher productivity, and more humane care. In that case, it could do better.

We can use softer methods, higher civilization, and richer lives to slowly attract, assimilate, and accept these natives into one body. Instead of leaving too much death and hatred in the process...

He forked a piece of steak with force and stuffed it into his mouth, instantly choking and rolling his eyes. Serila looked sideways at him, waved her arm, and patted him hard on the back:

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Gretel curled up and coughed until tears came out.

This regiment was in disarray and struggled for a long time. When Gretel finally calmed down, Cerela waved her hand and removed the barrier between them and the bonfire.

Bernard lifted the lid of the saucepan again and Valensimo put the pan back on the fire. Appa snorted, lowered his head, and continued to eat his portion of barbecue quietly.

Gretel raised his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled at Raton:

"Sorry, I choked all of a sudden. You're welcome, keep eating, let's talk while eating - wait!"

He quickly stood up on his knees and pointed at a big fish that had just been removed from the stone slab and was sizzling oil. Laton immediately put back the antler fork in his hand, and saw a faint brilliance emitting from Grete's hand:

"——!"

"Okay, it's time to eat." Gretel raised his head and smiled at the guest. A breeze passed by and cut the grilled fish into seven or eight even pieces. Then, the mage's hand transformed and took a piece of fish tail for himself:

"That way there's no sting."

Raton forked a piece of it doubtfully. Sure enough, the small spines inside the fish meat have almost become soft and elastic, and can be cut off with your teeth if you bite into it. He chewed hard for a few times, and his mouth was full of oil:

"This is good! This is good!"

The young native's whole face lit up. The whole person leaned forward and then leaned back, trying hard not to spit his saliva on the stone slab:

"How is this done? With this method, the children of our tribe are no longer afraid of fish bones getting stuck in their throats! You don't know, every year in spring, when the mountains and rivers come down, half of our food is fish!"

"Well...this is the method of the spell caster..."

"Can I learn it?" Laton moved twice impatiently. However, everyone was eating around the fire, with Appa on his left and Valensimo on his right, and they couldn't move to Grete.

The indigenous boy had no choice but to half-prop himself up, took off the necklace around his neck, and patted Grete in front of him. A string of animal teeth, bones, beaks, claws, turquoise, cat's eye, amber and various other gems sparkled in the firelight:

"I can pay you! I am a student of the Great Witch Festival, and I know how to cast spells! If these are not enough, I can also be your guide! Anyway, I will be outside this winter. I will accompany you as you climb the mountains. It will be much more convenient!”

Gretel hesitated. In the spiritual connection, Barensimo's communication has been transmitted:

"Boss, these beast teeth and bones are likely to contain beast souls. Gems are also useful to spell casters. There are always spell casters willing to pay big prices for them. Moreover, having the Son of Dawn accompany you over the mountain will reduce the cost a lot. Danger."

Grete nodded slightly. It's not that he is unwilling to teach his magic, especially this spell, which can reduce the risk of fish bones getting stuck to many children. The problem is that:

"Well, let me explain briefly first. First of all, to activate this spell, you need to use your mental power to cover the entire fish and accurately find every fish bone..."

Laton's beautiful black eyes immediately froze. He stared at the fish pieces in front of him, looking hard, looking hard, as if staring like this could touch the tiny fish bones with his mental power.

After a while, he wailed:

"...I can't find it at all! I can only feel the big bone in it! But that big bone doesn't need to be removed in the first place!"

There is nothing we can do if the mental power cannot cover it so delicately. After Gretel advanced to level nine, he slowly practiced playing whack-a-mole with the electric ball given by the teacher, until he could cover every little thorn.

The warrior level of this indigenous boy named Raton is definitely less than level 9, probably only level 7 or 8. The caster level, based on the mental power Grete feels, is maybe only level 2 or 3?

Grete smiled and pushed the necklace back, indicating that if she couldn't learn it, forget it, and the tuition would not be charged. But Laton immediately sat back down and even leaned back as far as he could:

"It doesn't matter if you can't do it! I can practice slowly in the future! - What's next? What's the next step?"

…The next step is to extract the calcium from the bones. Gretel opened his mouth, not knowing what to say:

How should I tell him to extract an active metal element called Ca from the fish bones, with an atomic number of 20, an atomic weight of 40.078, a valency of +2, and a silvery white color in the elemental state, from its compound?

This guy is a native! He is not even as good as the magician of the Council! The Council, or at least the magicians of Nevis, after all these years of hard work, they still have some idea of ​​elemental elements!

For the sake of the children of the tribe, Gretel had to rack his brains to find a way to make people understand. He said slowly:

"Next, we have to pull out the hard things from the fish bones..."

"hard?"

"hard."

Grete nodded vigorously. Laton frowned and muttered to himself repeatedly:

"Hard...hard...hard..."

He stretched out his hand and grasped falsely, grasped falsely, and grasped falsely again. Gretel concentrated on sensing that there did seem to be vague magic fluctuations in the air. It was very obscure and completely different from the variant of the antidote he used.

The problem is, the fish bones don't seem to change shape under his spell...

"He seems to want to extract the concept of 'hardness'." In the spiritual connection, Cerela commented quietly:

"This is not easy. With his level, he can't do it, right?"

"Forget it, eat first!" Laton resolutely gave up trying:

"Nothing can make me give up a big meal! Let's talk about studying and stuff tomorrow!"

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and left quickly. That night, far away from the camp, there were whistles, beatings, neighing, and running sounds that rang intermittently all night long.

Early the next morning, as soon as Grete and everyone got up, they saw Raton riding a big deer and appearing in front of them with a smile on his face:

"Dear Mr. Spellcaster! Please let me follow you and learn this spell from you! I will send you over the mountain!"

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