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Chapter 369 Join the King Selection Team?I? ? ?
Gretel is not well.

Not because there was another month left.There are ways to overcome food and housing. The main reason is that the way the dwarf kingdom chooses the king completely stunned him.He quietly asked Master Harry:
"Do you really want to start with mining? What if you don't know what to do?"

Mining, dressing, smelting, casting, taming mounts, survival in the wild, fighting...these skill trees are too different!Are you sure that one person can point so many skills?And, a king, why do you need these skills?
In the whole process, it seems that only the ability to lead a team—or a small team of seven—has something to do with ruling a kingdom!Is the king elected in this way really reliable?Are you sure there will be no problem?

And, is it really okay for our Magic Council to maintain a friendly relationship with such a dwarf kingdom that chooses a king?
"How could it not be!" Master Harry gave him a white look:
"Mining and smelting, every dwarf has to learn from childhood, and the prince is no exception! Only the best miners can learn to forge iron, and only those who can forge their own weapons can become warriors!... Can you learn it? 40 years old Start learning, until the age of 80 is an adult, what can't you learn?"

ok... ok...

The long-lived species and the short-lived species are just different. You have a long life span and you are self-willed, okay?
Gretel calmed down silently.Thinking about it again, this method of choosing a king can at least guarantee the selection of a down-to-earth ruler.Coming from the people, going to the people, is actually quite good?
Moreover, each nation has its own characteristics, so everyone should not interfere with each other.Just like the queen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, if she wanted to be canonized, she had to cast a golden man herself. This is also...you are happy...

He lowered his head and calmly ate the rice.After the banquet, the old king really summoned the trade group, smiled and expressed his condolences, saying that everyone had worked hard before.Then, the subject changed——

"However, such an important agreement should not be made by my old man. Please wait for another month, when the new king is elected, how about letting him talk to you?"

Gretel: "..." I knew it.

He returned to the trade mission station and plunged headlong into research again.After rescuing the orc earlier, Gretel and the old orc priest exchanged their blood magic, and gained a lot of inspiration.These days, the research on blood oxygen monitoring magic is getting better and better.

The success rate of the whole lung lavage experiments he did on rabbits, goats, elk, wild boars, and various animals has exceeded [-]%!It's just one key point away and it's done!As long as it is completed, clinical trials can be done!
If we leave immediately, where can we find so many patients?
Gretel calmed down and treated the dwarves during the day—accumulating cases and physiological data, building relationships, and developing backup patients—and at night, doing animal experiments with the rewards sent by the patients.After the experiments and dissections were completed, they were delivered to the kitchen, and the whole trade group had additional meals the next day.

Delicious.

If there were no accidents, he wouldn't get tired of such days in another month.

It's a pity that the accident came too fast, like a tornado.On the third night, that is, the night when the royal election team was about to leave, a sudden knock on the door broke the tranquility of the trade group.

In the trade group, several high-ranking mages hurried past.After an hour or so, everyone left and returned, and then Archmage Serrano knocked on Gretel's door himself.

"What's the matter?" Gretel trembled.This distraction, the fingertip vine retracted whizzingly, Gretel screamed, and quickly rushed to the operating table:
my deer!
my deer!
Half of the lung lobe just filled with water!Once the vine is pulled out, it is equivalent to the extubation of the ventilator, and the blood oxygen drops rapidly!
He casually fired a shot of [Distinguish Lineage·Change], and as expected, the feedback result was appalling.Gretel was in a hurry, slapping his back, performing negative pressure drainage, and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation with [Powerful Mage Hands]. After a long time of rescue, he managed to rescue the deer.

Another shot of 【Distinguish Lineage·Change】is thrown out.A brilliant red light rose up, full and pure, showing that the blood oxygen saturation had returned to full.

A group of mages rushed into the room and saw this scene of chaos.Everyone looked at each other, no one said anything, and waited patiently for him to finish his work.Just as Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, Gavin, the dwarf brought in by the mages, immediately rushed forward:

"Grete, you must help! It's all up to you!"

"What's the matter?" Gretel froze.He grabbed Gavin with his backhand: "Is it Master Talbert who is not good?-Take me there immediately!"

"No...not." Gavin shook his head violently:
"It's not grandpa, it's Brother Gies... No, it's Brother Rothergar! You must help Brother Rothergar!"

Gretel frowned.Rothergar, I just heard this name a few days ago, and because of the special name, he was quite impressed - the third son of the dwarf king, the number one candidate for the king election competition this time.He suddenly looked at Archmage Serrano, who twisted his beard and nodded slightly:
"That's right, it's the prince's partner in the competition, Pastor Gies. This afternoon, he went to the big melting furnace for forging work, praying for God's grace, but an accident happened during the forging process. A pot of molten steel overturned..."

"Is it important? Do you need my help?"

Gretel stood up immediately.Archmage Serrano waved his hand:

"The person is fine. Although he was rescued, the burn area is too large and the wear and tear is severe. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this king selection."

Oh, it's good to be saved.Although it's a bit sloppy to say that they are going to go to the melting pot to work, but the dwarves seem to be like this?Mining and casting are the way for them to get close to the gods. What is the daily prayer to create?
Gretel groaned and felt relieved.He looked at Archmage Serrano, without saying a word, waiting for him to continue.The person was rescued, so what?

Come to me at night, not always, you want me to join the king selection team?

"Gretel, you must help Brother Rothergar!" Gavin repeated anxiously:
"We can only rely on you!"

...well, it really is.

But why me?In the huge dwarf royal city, the huge Fire Hammer tribe, can't the fourth-level priest find anyone else?Why did you find me, an outsider, and Archmage Serrano agreed?
Gretel looked at His Excellency the Archmage.Before he could ask, Archmage Serrano seemed to have a tacit understanding, and said with a heavy face:

"We checked Priest Gith's casting site and found...man-made traces. Moreover, the residual mana at the scene is highly similar to the holy power of the Lord of Radiance."

"Then..." Go beat them up?Gretel swallowed the words again.Sure enough, Archmage Serrano shook his head:
"The traces are too shallow, and can only be identified with magic. Moreover, the election of the king is imminent, so it is not appropriate to start another incident. As for the other priests..."

The corners of his mouth curled down:

"Today during the day, the young priests of the Firehammer tribe held a banquet in honor of Priest Guise. As a result, bad wine was used at the banquet, and most of the priests were thrown down."

Fine.

Methanol poisoning.

Delirium, confusion, coma, pain in both eyes, vision loss, blindness...

Gretel can recite a long list without reviewing textbooks.The brewing technology in this world is also at the family workshop level.The fermentation is a little improper, and the methanol will exceed the standard every minute!
Gretel clearly remembered that in his previous life, many medical experts repeatedly popularized science.Let everyone not drink the wine of the workshop...don't drink the wine made by themselves...don't drink the loose wine...

What's more, dwarves are notoriously fond of drinking!Drink it every day, month and month, year after year, when there is a celebration, and if there is no celebration, find a reason to drink it... When you are in a daze after drinking, a bucket of alcohol with too much methanol content is delivered, and no one will be able to tell the difference.

"So that's what they did too?"

He asked in a low voice.Archmage Serrano shook his head with a sullen face:
"The evidence is not sufficient, so it's hard to say now. However, an outstanding young priest of the Fire Hammer Tribe has basically been knocked down, and what's more..."

Furthermore, there were two accidents in a row, and there were heavy traces of human intervention.In the view of Archmage Serrano, even in order to balance the intervention of the glorious Holy See, the magician side must take action.

"Gretel, you must help me with this!" Gavin anxiously grabbed Gretel's right hand and pulled hard, almost pulling him over:

"You are a fourth-level priest and a fourth-level magician. You are much better than a simple priest! Besides, we are running out of time, and we can't find any more people. It's not the same thing to go to other tribes..."

"—but I'm human!"

Gretel said blankly.Can humans also participate in the dwarf king election?Won't you be disqualified?

"It's okay, we don't pay attention to this." Gavin waved his hand carelessly:

"The Ironbone tribe often brings barbarians into the arena. The Wildhammer tribe—that is, the tribe living in the far east. Every time there are orcs in the king selection team, everyone doesn't say anything. Anyway, from mining to blacksmithing, candidates Everyone has to do it himself, and everyone can see how well the work is done and whether there is laziness. If you can't do it well, you won't be able to convince the crowd!"

Mining?strike iron?Gretel's eyes darkened:
"I can't dig mines! I can't forge iron!" I can't tame goats yet!Climbing or something, Archmage Carlisle warned me not to climb when I set off!
A mage like me who doesn't work hard joins the team, is it just a delay?
"Just do what the caster does well." Archmage Serrano waved his hand:

"I've already talked with them, and they all agree. It's enough for you to do a good job of healing, and if you have the opportunity, help them with magic. Don't worry, you don't need to dig mines, and you don't need to swing a hammer!"

Of course, the price is that Bernard has to dig mines for two people and swing a hammer for two people... On this point, Archmage Serrano has reached an agreement with the dwarves.Of course, Bernard can also help Gretel tame the goats, accompany Gretel to climb the mountain, and protect his safety.

what?
There are dragons on the top of the mountain?

The dragon is in the northern part of the Heimen Mountains, seven or eight hundred kilometers away from the royal court, so don't worry about climbing a mountain and encountering it...

"Just got the news." With a creak, the wooden door of the room was pushed open, and Master Hemond stepped in with a serious face:

"The candidate of the Black Rock tribe, in his king selection team, joined a priest of the Lord of Radiance."

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