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Chapter 829 Gretel: Coach, I want to be a knight! (Monthly ticket plus 5)

Archmage Carlisle's face turned black on the spot.

Old Morgan's face also darkened.

He picked and pulled the medicinal herbs that Cerilla dragged out one by one, like pulling, his voice trembled:
"The ten-year-old blue villain...the silver-backed vine that grows on the rocky walls of the high mountains...the daughter of the night that blooms only when the full moon is full...the butterfly orchid that only grows on gold mines...toba jade...the blood-red angel trumpet... Crystal Orchid..."

These are potions that knights, even great knights, are willing to use when performing important tasks!There are several flavors, which are the main ingredients of the potion used to break through the level when the knight advances!

Like that blood-red angel trumpet, a small one is enough for a dose of [Cure Fatal Wounds] potion!In this big bucket, there is a pile of fluffy piles, one or two hundred flowers!
Like that Toba Yu, there are only avian monsters above level ten who died in the barren ridge and Shifeng.The flesh and blood on the body will not be eaten, slowly soaking through the rock formation, and the vine fruit will be born.Adding a little to the potion can add wind power to the knight!

There is also the crystal orchid, which is the cleanest herb that grows inexplicably in the darkest, invisible forest.

Inexplicably born, inexplicably thanked, no seeds, no roots.This kind of medicinal material is a magic medicine that stimulates the holy power and cleanses the filth and plague!Every tree must be packed in a crystal box, instead of being frozen with ice cubes casually!
There are so many medicinal herbs, use them to take a bath... use them to take a bath...not to mention the problem of conflicting medicinal properties, even if the medicinal properties are suitable...

"You're not afraid of soaking him to death!"

"Ah... oh..."

Cirella silently pulled the bucket back.After thinking about it, he pushed in front of old Morgan again, raising a smiling face:
"Then see what you can use! Use whatever you want! You can use it for him," pointing to Gretel;

"It's okay for him to use it," he drew a big circle with his finger, all the way from Bernard to Anivia;
"I can use it for you!"

With a muffled bang, the big iron barrel hit old Morgan's chest straight, knocking the 14th-level veteran back two steps.

Old Morgan didn't even have time to help the bucket.He stared at Cerilla, his voice was a little cracked:
"These? All? You—"

Do you know how valuable these medicinal materials are?Take it to the God of War Temple, take out the excess materials, and exchange some missing ones with other temples, which is enough for the temple to use for a year!
"Oh, I just picked these for fun!" Cerilla waved her hand impatiently:
"Like this crystal orchid, I just saw it blooming silver and beautifully; like this bird feather, I just picked it up on a certain mountain; I don't know how some of them came here—I'm useless anyway! You can use it Just right, take it and take it!"

"Pick and play..."

Old Morgan held his breath again in his chest.Fortunately, Cerilla had already let him go, and the mage scooped up a big piece from another big bucket:

The meat was trembling and steaming, and it fell away from the bones as soon as it came out of the pot. It was obviously stewed until it was tender.Gretel looked a little dazed:
How many hours have I been training?three hours?Or four hours?I remember that there is no pressure cooker in the mage tower!Is this already stewed?

Just thinking about it, Cerilla took out a big bowl from nowhere, summoned a stream of water from the bucket, filled the bowl with meat and soup, took two steps forward, and stuffed it directly into Gretel's hand:

"You're exhausted! Drink some broth! Don't worry, these are all boiled with the meat of fifth-level monsters, you won't be full!"

Gretel was also extremely thirsty, seeing that the bowl didn't feel hot in his hand, he casually summoned a mage's hand, turned it into a soup spoon, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

A spoonful of soup was poured into his mouth, and he sprayed it out on the spot:

"……puff!"

So hot!

So hot!

Why is it so hot!
The skin on the palate is burnt off——

With tears in his eyes, he threw healing spells, water making spells, freezing rays into water making spells, and cleaning spells on Cerilla—just now, in a hurry, he sprayed Cerilla all over her body!
It's scalding to death, it's scalding to death, why isn't it scalding when you pick it up in your hand, but it's so hot when you pour it into your mouth!

"Oops, I was just thinking about insulating the bowl..."

On the opposite side, Cerilla looked apologetic, throwing healing spells at him, and throwing freezing spells into bowls and soup pots.Gretel couldn't laugh or cry:

You just thought that the bowl would burn my hands, why didn't you expect that the soup in the bowl would burn my mouth... Forget it, I'm also stupid, I didn't feel hot after taking it, so I just drank it.Anyway, I can see the heat!

Looking at it in a blink of an eye, Cerilla dropped a freezing ray, and a thin layer of ice instantly formed on the top of the soup pot.The ice layer spread and spread, covering the top of the soup pot with a layer of ice, and even the entire wall of the barrel was frozen.Pause for a moment, click——

There was a crisp sound under the ice layer.But the fire didn't go away, the soup didn't stop boiling, and it directly blasted a crack in the ice layer above.

Cerilla quickly stuck out her tongue, removed the flame, and threw a freezing ray down.The boiling liquid gradually calmed down, and under the thick foam, a monster leg bone was faintly exposed.

Old Morgan saw the corners of his eyes twitching.A fifth-level monster, even he can't be a daily meal.What kind of local tyrant is this elf lady——

Archmage Carlisle held his forehead and sighed:

"Miss Serila, Gretel's physical combat power is only equivalent to a first- and second-level fighter, and a fifth-level monster. He can't eat too much..."

Do you really want to support him to death with this big pot of soup?
"It's okay! Let's drink together!"

Celia waved her hand proudly.

Endurance training, strength training, flexibility training, combat training.After the training, there will be herbal soup, monster meat to eat, and someone will give you a relaxing massage.Of course, Gretel never got around to the herbs Serila provided——

Old Morgan sorted them all into different categories, instructed Bernard to put them away, and opened a new list of medicinal soups.As he retracted, the muscles on his face twitched, as if mourning.

Why couldn't I meet these people earlier... If I had met them ten years earlier, 20 years earlier, whether it was medicine or ingredients, they could have made up for my losses, and I would have advanced to level 15 a long time ago!
But it was Warcraft Broth, Gretel could still drink a couple of sips.Not much, old Morgan strictly controlled the amount he took, and he could eat a maximum of one catty a day for a first-level monster, and a maximum of 200 grams for a second-level monster.Want to drink again?
"If you don't exercise enough, you will gain weight!"

With a sound of getting fat, Cerilla took the soup pot back in an instant, and never let Gretel touch it again.

Under this kind of high-intensity training, which could even be called extravagant, Gretel steadily advanced to a second-level fighter after half a month.Old Morgan was not in a hurry:
Gretel gave him a [Delay Pain] device, which was pasted on the lumbar spine to block the pain at a fixed point.Once used for eight hours, you will no longer roll around in pain at night, and you will not be able to sleep all night long.

The pain was temporarily relieved, and he devoted himself even more to Gretel and the others.As for the benefits of Gretel's advancement, it is also quite large:
My waist is no longer sore, and my legs are no longer painful. I used to be out of breath after running a lap in weight-bearing clothing, but now I am still full of energy after running two laps.During surgery, the vibration of the surgical instruments under the microscope is much smaller——

It's almost the same as when I was blessed with [Brave Bull's Power] in the past.Well, with a little more support, even if you don't use mental power to protect your nerves, it shouldn't cause any damage...

In half a month, Gretel underwent five surgeries and performed scoliosis correction for the five soldiers sent by the God of War Temple.The more you do it, the easier it is, and the more you do it, the more handy you are.The five cured cases were sent back, and the entire Temple of the God of War was slightly stirred up.

After the five surgeries were completed, Bishop Salem paid another visit:
When can the operation for the high-ranking knight be performed?
How to calculate the remuneration?
For old Morgan, he paid off the debt with his body, no, he paid off the debt with his advice, but Gretel obviously didn't need a second mentor.On the side of the Temple of the God of War, more than one high-ranking knight came to him to inquire!

Gretel: "..."

Wait a minute, I'll go to the Black Crow Swamp to inquire first!

For a moment, Bishop Salem was terrified.

What are you doing in Black Rook Fen?
Performing surgery on the knights of the God of War Temple, what did you go to the Black Crow Swamp to inquire about? !

You don't want to collude with them and make the knights of God of War into something strange!Such as the black knight, such as the death knight, such as...

Bishop Salem's eyes fluttered and he was thinking wildly.Gretel was embarrassed and coughed, and Cerilla smiled beside him:

"He may not be able to cut a high-level knight. He is going to the Black Crow Swamp to find out if there are any corpses of high-level fighters in stock, and he can lend him to cut everything..."

Bishop Salem: "..."

He looked up, down, left, right.That's right, compared to half a month ago, Gretel's complexion is much rosier, and his momentum has also increased. Generally speaking, he has indeed grown a bit on the road of being a warrior——

But there is still a long way to go before the knights.

Obviously, a high-ranking knight above level 10, without arousing any strength, standing there and let him chop, may not be able to cut through the skin.

"Or let me ask, is there any sharp weapon in the temple that can increase the attack power?"

Bishop Salem pondered over his suggestion.Gretel immediately shook his head:

"It's useless to just cut the skin! After the skin is cut, layers of muscles have to be stretched, blood vessels have to be clamped, the direction of the bones has to be corrected, and the hyperplasia of the vertebrae has to be cut off..."

He casually released [Silent Phantom], made gestures and strokes, and showed the operation process in fast forward mode:

"Besides, it's not the surgical instrument I'm used to, and it will deform when I operate it..."

Bishop Salem's eyelids twitched.He looked at Gretel carefully, and then weighed the probability of a level 2 fighter being able to chop off the bones of a high-level knight——

"If you really can't do it, what are you going to do?"

"Use the dark gold skull sent by Your Excellency [Immortal] for surgery." Gretel immediately gave a backup plan, and after talking about plan one, he pointed to Celera:

"Or let her follow my instructions. Of course, if I can cut it myself, that's the best."

Gretel smiled embarrassedly.Bishop Salem rubbed his forehead in embarrassment and sighed:

"Forget it, I'll go find out if there is a collection in the Temple of the God of War..."

"No living people! Living people, even if they are prisoners, even if they are voluntarily cut by me, I don't want them!!!"

Gretel followed closely.Bishop Salem's eyelids twitched:
How do you know I'm thinking of this?
Facts have proved that after excluding the option of living people, the Temple of the God of War does not have any fresh, muscular corpses that meet Gretel's requirements for lending.

Crow Marsh, however, was as reliable as ever, with expertise in corpse preservation.And, for Gretel, as generous as ever:
"Come on! Cut it as you like! Of course, if you are willing to cut it in the big demonstration hall for everyone to see, that would be the best..."

Gretel almost ran away.

The result of repeated tests is that Gretel at this stage has filled up all the buffs: Great Strength, Bull Power Belt, Scalpel with [Advanced Magical Weapon], Corpse Muscle Release [Touch of Tiredness] to relax muscles...

Still cut really hard.According to the estimates of the Bishop of God of War, after Gretel advances to the rank of knight, probably, maybe, he will be able to move steadily...

Gretel: Old Morgan, please try to train me!I want to be a knight!
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