It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 398 Traveling with the Silver Dragon (Wan Reward Plus 2)

The elder dwarves cried and ran to the melting pot.

It is impossible to refuse to create, and it is impossible in this life; it is also impossible to fail to create.Gamble on the reputation of the dwarves who are good at casting for thousands of years, and gamble on the glory of God the Father. Since Gretel asked, he must do it!
There is no need to inlay gems, no need to enchant, and there is no requirement for equipment level and lethality, and it does not require how many levels of fighters to withstand the outbreak; people only need some odds and ends of small tools, at best with special shapes and higher precision requirements. The types are complicated and trivial...

fall!
How to hit that long needle!

20 cm long, 0.8 mm outer diameter, 0.5 mm inner diameter!It is not easy to make such a thin long needle hollow, but it must be uniform in thickness, smooth on the inner and outer walls, and strong enough to poke into the periosteum without bending!

This is the craft of dwarves, not us dwarves T_T
The old dwarf gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and let the apprentices run errands and shake people!Elders, all masters, come here!If you want to be bald, you can't be bald alone, you must be bald together!

Just using a hammer is not enough, just using flames is not enough, at worst, use magic!Directly pray for the blessing of God the Father, shape the shape with divine magic, and make what he wants!
The dwarf elders racked their brains, worrying about Gretel's affairs.He didn't know whether he had the opportunity to be bald, or because another group of people had already turned gray hair because of Gretel...

"You go and contact the jury."

"You go."

"You are the head of the trade group."

"You are the Evocation Department, a direct student of the Lord of Thunder."

"No, my teacher is His Excellency Dikal's student, it's not easy for me to meet him..."

When a trade group visits the dwarven kingdom, in theory, how many people should go and how many people should come back.Actually?Of course not!
The magicians in the regiment are no longer children. They need combat effectiveness and experience.From the dwarf king's court to the parliament headquarters, he traveled alone, and he was able to walk back smoothly.Even if there is an occasional car overturn, it is an inevitable process of the growth of a mage, and one or two losses are within the tolerance of the council.

Therefore, the parliament's management of magicians is not as strict as the management of diplomatic missions in the country of Gretel's previous life.As long as the trade negotiation task is completed, a few members leave the team to explore the Great Wasteland, or go on a tour, the council doesn't care too much...

Except Gretel.

What kind of bicycle does the fourth-level little mage want, no, what kind of freedom of movement!If you don't follow the brigade, can you run back by yourself!Can you keep yourself safe?In case there is a black shop along the way, or there is a robber on the side of the road, or the glorious Holy See sends assassins, can you save your life!
Besides, Archmage Carlisle has repeatedly instructed him to bring him back properly!

Lord of Thunder is watching you...

Therefore, when the dwarf kingdom kindly asked Gretel to stay for a longer period of time and taught the lung washing spell by the way, the trade group headed by Archmage Serrano immediately activated the remote communication method and asked the headquarters for instructions:

Is it to reject the request of the dwarf kingdom and bring people back directly?
Or put Gretel in the dwarf court and pick him up after a while?

Do you want someone to stay with you for protection? How long will it take to pick him up?

By the way, Gretel also hooked up with a silver dragon, and now Miss Silver Dragon sticks to him every day, watching him wash his lungs to see if it's not enough...

With a sizzling sound, several spars flickered at the edge of the long-distance small teleportation array at the same time.One click, two clicks, three clicks, the magic crystal dimmed and shattered, and a perfectly stitched jewelry box with constellation patterns on all sides appeared on the teleportation array.

Archmage Serrano opened the lid of the box with his own hands, and took out a bright and colorful conch, which was placed on the groove on the top of the box.Then, he took out four extraordinarily large and pure magic crystals, and carefully inserted them into the four corners of the jewelry box.

The fourth magic crystal clicked into place.Immediately afterwards, the constellation pattern on the outside of the box lit up star by star, silver line by silver line.

When all the stars on the four walls of the jewelry box are lit up, a pearl-like brilliance will diffuse from the center of the snail to the mouth of the snail.

"This is the city of Nevis, the highest jury of the council." Inside Baoluo, a man's voice sounded a little distorted, accompanied by a murmur:
"I'm Sam. Can you hear me?"

"Committee Sam." Archmage Serrano bowed his head slightly, and performed a mage salute:

"This is the court of the dwarves, and I am Serrano. Please speak."

"The judging committee read your information yesterday." This method of long-distance and timely communication is extremely expensive, and even the judging committee is burned.Old Sam spoke much faster, appearing in a hurry:

"This meeting has achieved excellent results. The judges will thank you for your efforts. As for the matter of bringing Gretel back - how is he doing now? Has he advanced? Or, he has reached the threshold and is ready to adjust his status No? Is the growth of mental power stable, and is there any anxiety?"

"No, none at all." The magicians of the trade group smiled wryly, and Archmage Serrano sped up his speech, answering as concisely as possible:

"Everything is fine, even if I don't advance, I am not in a hurry. Recently, I am busy teaching dwarves to heal. I don't seem to care about other things."

"Where's the silver dragon?"

"I am very interested in him and very friendly. I have been by his side for the past few days, and there is no sign of impatience."

"The age and fighting power of the silver dragon?"

"She hasn't changed back to her original form, so it's difficult to estimate. However, the combat power of the elf form is about eight to nine levels."

There was a moment of silence on the other side.Suddenly, the shell of the treasure snail trembled violently, and amidst the suddenly raised sizzling sound, there was a series of sounds of chairs rubbing against the ground, accompanied by the awe-inspiring greetings of the magicians:
"Your Excellency Lord of Thunder."

"Your Excellency Lord of Thunder."

"Your Mightiness--"

Actually came in person?Archmage Serrano stood up reflexively.Although they couldn't see the other side, the magicians around him also stood up, bowed their heads, and stood still:

"Your Excellency, I welcome you—"

"What's the name of that little silver dragon?" The Lord of Thunder asked abruptly.Archmage Serrano was taken aback for a moment, and quickly replied:

"Cerilla. Cerilla Moonlet Flesgrit."

"The streamer is shining..." The other side murmured.Archmage Serrano held his breath and did not dare to speak, and the others were even more afraid to speak.A moment later, inside the Baoluo, there was a stern and shrill explosion, and everyone covered their heads and ears:
What's wrong!
What happened!
Is there a fight on the other side?
Or did he call Yinlong's name and was killed by the other party?
There was a long, long silence.If it wasn't for the inside of Baoluo, there was still a slight sound of "zilazila", Archmage Serrano almost thought that the communication tool was broken, or the communication on the other side had been turned off.He forced himself to take a deep breath, and then another deep breath, and listened carefully, and finally heard the extremely subtle and extremely rapid breathing sound coming from inside Baoluo.

Very well, the council is all right, the jury is all right.Archmage Serrano put his heart back into his stomach, exchanged glances with his colleagues, and did not hide his shock:
Good thing I sent a message.It was rumored that the Lord of Thunder was extremely concerned about Gretel, and it was indeed true.With this movement, could it be that the Lord of Thunder traveled thousands of miles and went directly to find the Dragon Clan?

"squeak--"

There was another whistle.Immediately afterwards, the pearl-colored inner wall of the snail suddenly lit up:
"Open the teleportation array!"

"What? Ah! As ordered, immediately!"

Archmage Serrano wiped the space bag, took out four small magic crystals, and embedded them in the energy positions of the teleportation array.The long-distance small teleportation array immediately glowed brightly, and when the light faded, a dark brown wooden box the size of a palm lay quietly in the center.

Archmage Serrano gasped.This box looks very inconspicuous, but the wood used is yin zhu, a special plant that only grows in different spaces, and has a strong ability to shield magic fluctuations.Use it to deliver items...

What's in the box?Magic equipment?Or one-time delivery supplies?How strong is it?What level of magic item is it that needs a box made of yin fern wood to be delivered safely with a teleportation array?
"Give this box to Gretel." On the opposite side, the Lord of Thunder ordered simply and neatly:
"Then forget about it and come back as planned. If Gretel wants to stay in the royal court, let him stay. Silver Dragon... hey!"

"……Yes!"

Archmage Serrano didn't even open the box, and directly handed it to Gretel.The trade group set off to return, and left Gretel in the dwarf royal court.The only thing that gave him a headache was the dwarves' endless problems:

"Stand back! Wash your hands again! Dress your clothes again!—The law of sterility! If your hands are not clean, you are killing your compatriots!"

"Slow down to spawn vines! Slow down! If you are not sure, use the secret magic eye to follow slowly! ——Idiot, you went to the wrong door!"

"The middle part of the vine swells! - Stop! The swelled position is a little lower! In your position, the water will still be poured into the other lung!"

"Don't panic, it's just lack of oxygen! Pump up the water and blow oxygen into the other lung!"

"Ah... so boring..."

Don't doubt, this is not Gretel, but a silver dragon girl with a dull face.Seeing lung washing for the first time, her eyes were full of freshness, wishing to drill into the lungs of dwarves; seeing lung washing for the tenth time, she flicked her fingers, eager to try; No.20 saw lung washing...

"Gretel, these dwarves are so stupid! They can't even learn this! Let me do it!"

"Don't make trouble..." Gretel stopped her with a wry smile: "What's the use of your learning? You can't spend your whole life here helping them heal. These dwarves can only benefit their compatriots after learning it!"

"Hmph! Boring! - Gretel, when will you promise to tell me why there is electricity in my heart!"

"Wait...just wait..."

Gretel smiled wryly.Celera turned her head and left:

"Humph! Boring!"

After she left, she didn't show up for two or three days in a row.Just when Gretel thought she had already returned home, the girl rushed in, grabbed Gretel, and pulled him out:
"Have you finished teaching yet!—Come with me, let's get the heart!"

"Wait, wait! Let me teach them for another month!" Gretel struggled:

"Half a month! Ten days!...Cerilla, why do you smell like blood!"

"oops!"

As soon as Cerilla let go, she turned her head and fled.

Gretel's unexpected discovery bought him another half a month.Half a month later, the silver dragon girl, who had run out of patience, still carried Gretel on the journey.

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