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

Chapter 204 The first difficulty in the forging area

"You carry the burden, I lead the horse..."

Gretel walked on the mountain path humming.He rode the short-footed horse summoned by [Summon Mount], shaking and shaking among the lush long grass.The reason why it is a short-legged horse is because it is walking on a mountain road at the moment, and summoning a horse of normal height to come out, Gretel is afraid that he will fall...

It was carried into the mage tower in March, and it was already in mid-July when it was released.The meadow in the distance has changed from faint green to a bright golden color in the green.On the mountainside in the distance, the blue lake reflects the sky, and white clouds float silently in the center of the lake, making the surroundings seem more and more quiet and clear.

Bernard carried his big bone stick and followed Gretel step by step.The bone stick pointed obliquely at the sky, pulling apart the tassels of long grass all the way, even higher than Gretel's head.

It's not Gretel who abuses followers.Really... with his magical strength, none of the horses he can summon can carry Bernard...

Just, sad.

Maybe when he reaches level 5, the phantom horse he summons can move this barbarian.However, according to the information Grete has memorized, the carrying weight of the phantom horse is the caster's weight + 10 pounds per caster level. No matter how Grete looks at it, he doesn't think that Bernard is only 50 pounds heavier than him...

He couldn't lift the big bone alone.

The forging area where Gretel is going is on the north side of Igor Peak, in the belly of the west foot of Clark Peak.It can be said that if you look down from the top of Igor Peak, you can see the gate of the forging area...

If there is any abnormal situation, the mages will use the flying technique to come down from the peak to rescue, or simply cut down from the Tongtian Tower with lightning, which is a matter of minutes.

Moreover, except for a few human mages in the forging area, most of them are dwarves, and it is difficult for traitors to get in if they want to.If not, it would be impossible for Gretel to be allowed to go to the forging area from the station under the mountain by himself.

Archmage Carlisle didn't even send anyone to see him off, but just told Gretel to try to prepare earplugs and eye masks before leaving.Otherwise - "How is your [Sleep Art] practiced? Can it work for yourself?"

Just by hearing this kind of talk, one can know what kind of noise the forging area can be.In fact, Gretel followed the stream between Igor Peak and Clark Peak and climbed up to a height of about 600 meters, when he heard the sound of tinkling, tinkling, and booming, constantly coming from the front.

almost there?Gretel perked up.He followed the sound and walked forward. It didn't take long before he saw a bunch of crumbling cabins, colorful, blooming into a field of flowers near the mountain stream.When he got closer, the smell of wine wafted into his nostrils, and a stubby man with a big beard yelled loudly:

"@#$%&*..."

It's over, Dwarven.

He doesn't understand.

Gretel silently took a picture of [Language Proficiency].He is now a level 2 mage, [Language Proficiency] can last for 20 minutes at a time, and his daily mana can support 10 to 15 mana...

How do you live 6 hours away? !
Gretel really didn't expect that the first difficulty of his mission this time came from the language barrier...

He stood at the entrance of the tavern and looked around, and soon, he saw a two-story building that looked normal, with a dark blue hexagram surrounded by double circles hanging above it.Gretel knocked on the door tentatively, and sure enough, a fifth-level mage came to open the door. Seeing Gretel, he was overjoyed and pulled him into the office:
"Finally a newcomer is here! I'm almost quarreling with them—hey, which part of the work are you in charge of? Magic equipment maintenance? Ingot inspection? Or account reconciliation? Why are you here now? It's so early! "

"Uh... I'm in charge of researching Mithril smelting..."

Gretel awkwardly handed in the proof.

The official document paper specially made by the Magic Council is light yellow, slightly thicker than normal writing paper, and there are traces of light green lines in the paper.

The other party first placed a flash on the back of the official document to illuminate the semi-transparent watermark in the center of the page, and then stretched out his hand to flick it, and a magic mark appeared in the lower right corner.After checking every mark, I lowered my head and read this certificate carefully:

"We hereby dispatch four-ring arcanist, second-level mage Gretel Nordmark..."

After reading this, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the badge on Gretel's chest in amazement.The fifth-level mage let out a small "wow", looked at Gretel for a while like a monster, and then continued to read the council document word by word.Then, the level of his enthusiasm, jumps a notch in exponential mode:
"The council finally sent people here! Great! It's been more than half a year, and the production of Mithril has not been able to increase, and the dwarves only know how to drink and drink... We can't scold them yet! You can't reduce the price of the goods, sell them You can't raise the price of grain and wine, you say, how can they increase their production!

The council has been asking me to find a way!If the output cannot be increased, my contribution points will be deducted! &%￥#@..."

He looked at Gretel with extremely eager eyes, as if seeing a savior from heaven:

"I'll leave it to you! I've only been promoted to a second-ring arcanist this year. It's so difficult to do research and stuff, I can't figure it out at all! You are a fourth-ring arcanist, and you will definitely be able to solve the problem!
What research conditions do you need?Just tell me, if I can solve it for you immediately, if I can't, write a report and apply to the Magic Council! "

Gretel couldn't bear to let him down.Seriously, if what the Magic Council wants is steelmaking—open-hearth steelmaking, blast furnace steelmaking, converter steelmaking, coke burning, oxygen blowing, there is always one for you.Although he knew nothing about it, it was still possible to provide an idea.

However, smelting Mithril?
He doesn't even know what Mithril is!
"Uh... can you let me see how Mithril is made..."

"Small matter! You wait for me to arrange it, and I will take you in immediately!"

The fifth-level mage took his word for it, put away the documents in his hand, turned out a thin silver headband, and handed it to Gretel:
"This is a headband with a constant [Language Proficiency], it has no other function, it is to let you understand their words. The mages working here have one, which is borrowed from the Magic Council, and you have to return it when you leave here. The forging area is very dangerous , can't walk around."

The first difficulty was thus solved... Gretel gratefully took the headband and put it on his own head.

The headband is a bit big, and it only gets stuck above the ears after pressing it back, and it doesn't press the eyes.The touch on the fingers is still a bit greasy, God knows how many people have worn this headband, and whether the previous owners have washed it.

Gretel secretly made up his mind to wash it with soap in the future, and then followed the fifth-level mage out of the wooden house and came to the front of the tavern:
"Old Hunter! This is the new mage from the council, take us into the Mithril District to have a look!"

The tavern was full of noise, the sound of punching, betting, and singing in a bad voice waved out from the doors and windows.The fifth-level mage yelled three times in a row before an old dwarf came out drunk, with a red face, and yelled at him:

"What are you shouting, what are you shouting! I'm off work, I want to enter the Mithril area, and I will enter tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a big gulp of beer.Rich foam overflowed from the side of his beard, and the old dwarf wiped the foam with his backhand, and spit thick phlegm in a "pooh".Finally, he saved a little bit of politeness and didn't spit directly at the feet of the mages, but landed on the steps of the tavern, shiny and gray with black.

Gretel narrowed his eyes.

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