Chapter 247 Who Is in Favor and Who Is Against My Proposal to Listen to Little Gretel?

Chapter 247 I propose to listen to Little Grete - who is in favor and who is against?

The great magician raised and retracted his palm. In the conference room, magic fluctuations came one after another, like a firm and powerful heartbeat, and like a butterfly struggling to break out of its cocoon. The great magician stood at the door for a moment, his eyebrows moving slightly, as if he was surprised or happy:

"This kid...is going to advance?"

A group of people were blocked by him at the door, and they were already a little impatient. The great magician of the conjuration department stretched out his hand, and a cherry-sized secret eye flew out from his fingers and rolled under the crack of the door. Then, the ball of light worked hard to get bigger and thinner, spread itself out like a pancake, and slid in along the crack of the door.

The light curtain of the secret eye opened immediately. Through the light curtain, the great magicians saw Gretel sitting on the edge of the long table, on a high-backed chair on the far right. Raise your head, close your eyes, rest your head on the back of the chair, and place your forearms flat on the armrests of the chair, forming a stable meditation posture.

"This kid doesn't regard himself as an outsider at all." The black-robed mage of the necromancy department was the first to laugh. Everyone looked at him sideways: Grete is sitting on your chair! ...You still look very proud?

He's not from Black Crow Swamp!

No, he launched a plague and killed half of the people in the Holy City of Glory. The Pope used super-large magic to suppress it. Is this a natural necromancer?

In any case, you are meditating - and judging from the magic fluctuations, it is still the advanced meditation of a magician, so it is best not to disturb you. Old Sam took two steps back, raised his hand to press the badge representing the jury members on his chest, and lowered his voice:

"Mr. Hermoncrus! Mr. Hermoncrus!"

"Call me?" There was a light on the wall. At the door of the conference room, on the surface of the smooth black spar, a human face sketched in simple strokes lit up, which was the spirit of the Tower of Babel. Old Sam nodded slightly and greeted the face:

"Mr. Hermoncrus. In the conference room, there is a junior magician who is meditating to advance. Could you please do me a favor and adjust the elemental environment of the conference room to the state of the primary meditation room."

"The entry-level meditation room costs 100 contribution points per day to rent." The crystal buzzed and vibrated, and a semi-mechanical voice came out of the small hole on the side:

"Temporary adjustment, the fee is doubled. Do you pay, or does the person inside pay?"

"……I pay!"

Old Sam took off his badge painfully.

Grete was in deep meditation and was unaware of the movement outside. The judges left, and he stayed alone in the conference room writing. As he wrote, his mind became clearer and clearer:

It seems like the council doesn’t want me to go to jail!

You don’t necessarily want to bankrupt me!

What's the benefit of letting me go bankrupt? My little net worth is a drop in the bucket for the council. They can't even get enough to eat if I rob my family... If I really have to pay for it, the worst I can do is negotiate business with them and sell these management regulations to them!

By the way, there are also the previous middle school chemistry textbooks and electrolytic smelting methods. There are many things that are not sold!

As soon as the sense of security returned, Gretel's shoulders relaxed. The tension that had been suppressed from last night to now disappeared without a trace, and the inexplicable feeling that appeared after it was confirmed that the plague was gone, once again filled the air:

Like the rising spring tide, like the sprouting of green grass. That vigorous and vital feeling surrounded him uncontrollably.

Are you going to advance?

Does the mage level also need to be upgraded to three levels?

Grete was surprised and happy. He dropped the half-written outline and looked around. He hesitated for a second between "sit on the hard ground and start meditating" and "occupy a high-backed chair at random". He decisively inserted the quill back into his chest and rushed to the nearest high-backed chair.

——Well, during the previous interrogation, it was revealed that the chair belonged to the Necromancer, he would definitely not mind!

Even if the concentration of elements is not deliberately adjusted, the meditation environment in the Tower of Babel is much better than the outside world - as long as a nearby laboratory does not suddenly explode. When the great magicians arrived, Gretel's advanced meditation was coming to an end, and the filling and strengthening of the spiritual core was nearly completed. What faced Gretel was another problem he had encountered before:

This time, in the meditation environment, which magic is engraved?

Last time I chose B-ultrasound magic, and the effect was quite good. What about this time? Choose X-ray magic or his modified version of Burning Hands?

Grete ruled out X-ray magic without much hesitation. He didn't make many changes to this magic, and the power of the spell mainly depends on the magic item that serves as the "light source". Not to mention, this thing is still a level 0 magic. Even if it is engraved, the profit is not high.

Burning Hands? Gretel hesitated. The Burning Hands were indeed very fragrant, but he was still a little unwilling to do so. I always feel that since I am a doctor, I can just equip myself with a bunch of medical magic and turn myself into a human-shaped flamethrower?

Given the choice, it’s better not to…

correct!

Try that fertility spell!

Although it is a divine art...but, hey, who says that divine art cannot be engraved in a meditation environment?

Gretel immediately started trying. As luck would have it, although the growth of vegetation is a divine spell, it also comes with a scroll - where there is a scroll, there is a spell model. Of course, the scroll is two-dimensional, and the spell model outlined in the meditation environment is three-dimensional. How to pull the two dimensions together to make it three-dimensional requires a magician to personally test it.

...Isn’t it just solid geometry?

I'm familiar with this!

Tried once...failed.

Tried twice...failed.

The third try... Oops, I'm a little unsteady...

Higher element concentrations and a more stable surrounding environment are quietly arriving at this moment. Grete breathed a sigh of relief, gathered his nerves, and continued the experiment. Main structure...output intensity...casting range...

Hey, it is best to have a variable hourglass shape for the casting range. The narrowest one can imitate the spell paths of freezing ray and flash spells, only emitting a ray of light, and limiting the spawning range to this beam, or the diameter of a ray of light; the widest one can be Draw a large circle with a diameter of 1 meter, 2 meters, or 3 meters. As long as you can keep up with the effort, it will be no problem!

As for the shaping of spawning objects, that is another problem, which can be solved by attaching it to the side area...

Gretel had no worries, closed his eyes, and was completely immersed in the creation of the spell. Outside the conference room, a group of great magicians looked at each other in confusion.

"I said...how long do we have to wait?"

"How long did it take you to advance to level three?"

"Half a day, right?...When did this kid start?"

"No matter when it starts, there's no need for us to be stuck here, right?"

"Yeah, it's so stupid to stand at the door!"

"It's already dinner time, I have to get off work!"

"Then just leave!"

The committee member who shouted "I want to get off work" did not leave. Even though he is from the Charm Control Department - the school farthest from Gretel's research - he is still full of curiosity about Gretel. Looking around, he turned around and entered his office. As soon as the door closed, he sat down and started waiting...

Bang bang.

Bang bang.

Bang bang.

A series of slamming sounds. Old Sam turned and walked towards his office. When he turned his head, he saw the black-robed mage still poking at the door:

"Why don't you leave?"

"How can I leave if you don't leave?"

"He is from our plasticity department. Of course I have to wait and see! - Why, you still want to poach someone?"

"Don't you think he is more suitable for Black Crow Swamp? Can you Thunderhorns do what we did today?"

"If you have the ability, you can defeat the Lord of Thunder!" Old Sam snorted, turned around and gave the opponent a slap on the back of his head. Just as he was about to enter his room, he saw that the magician from the conjuration department was about to close the door, and immediately rushed over with "Hey, hey, hey":

"Let's go together! Let me see what's going on inside!"

After a few brushing sounds, several closed doors were opened one after another...

A moment later, a group of high-ranking jury members crowded into the office of the great conjuration magician, facing the light curtain.

Although the committee member's office is not small, it only has a table, a chair, and a couch. It can accommodate three or five people, but it will not be able to accommodate any more. But these old men didn't care. They were either leaning on the armrests of the sofa or lying on the back of the sofa, happily urging:

"Hurry! Hurry!"

"Bring the Secret Eye closer!"

"I want to see how he progresses!"

The arcane eye can only see what is visible to the naked eye, and cannot see the elemental fluctuations in the room. Turning and turning, the camera zoomed out and zoomed in, even Grete's fluttering eyelashes were clearly shown, but it was unclear whether his advancement was smooth and how long it would take to complete it.

The only thing that can be seen is that Grete looks calm and seems to be fine...

Even if she is a peerless beauty, looking at her blankly like this will become boring after a long time, not to mention that Gretel is still hundreds of kilometers away from the peerless beauty. After enduring it for a long time, there was really nothing to see. The great conjuration magician turned his secret eyes and pointed at the half-written piece of paper on the table.

A bunch of heads immediately gathered in front of the light curtain. The paper outlines the main points and only writes a general outline:

1. Modes of transmission of infectious diseases: droplet transmission, food and water transmission, animal transmission, skin contact transmission

2. Block the spread of infectious diseases: wear masks, boil food and water, wash hands, kill sources of infection (mosquitoes, flies, fleas, mice), clean clothes and bedding, and disinfect the environment

3. Infectious disease laboratory management: air, water, airlock design, regular disinfection, inspection, management of pathogen carrying and transportation

4. Public health: Build tap water supply facilities, disinfect drinking water, and supply boiled water; implement a specific disease reporting system; establish an infectious disease hospital

5.……

6.……

7.……

"Sure enough, I still need to force it." The great magician of the protection department sighed: "Look, someone brought it over to scare him, and he immediately took out the thing."

"Maybe that's what he originally wanted to say?" Old Sam snorted. "You can't write so much just by patting your head... I asked, should we announce these things? How to announce them? Which ones should be implemented immediately?"

The gentlemen of the jury fell silent. Among other things, establishing tap water supply facilities, disinfecting drinking water, and supplying boiled water is a huge expense. Establishing a specialized infectious disease hospital costs another amount of money...this...

Formulating budgets, promulgating regulations, and implementing regulations are originally the responsibilities of the review committee. But this is a big deal. It’s the end of the year. Where can we find the budget to do this?

A series of eyes were cast on the great magician of the transformation department. As an alchemist, he has always been the chief steward of the review committee and the preparer of the budget. The one who was still settling accounts with Gretel with a smile on his face in the morning had a wry smile on his face:

This year alone, the things Grete has done in recent months have already consumed several unplanned funds...

"But laboratory management must be done." The person from the protection department pointed at the light screen and glanced sideways at the black-robed mage:

"I propose that all magicians who study plague and the management of laboratories follow the above. Who is in favor? Who is against?"

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