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

Chapter 88 The teacher planted a staff for you to use!

Perhaps the bosses felt that arguing in front of their apprentices would be disingenuous, so they quickly dismissed Gretel.It was not until the next day, when Elder Erwin took him to get the oak staff, that he informed him of his share:
"You're half of it. - Little guy, don't think it's too little. The money that the cleric pays is 10 times yours, and it only gets [-]%!"

Oh, oh, the technology I provided was also converted into shares.The big guy is very good!
"It's just that you won't see the money until next year. Little Grete, remember your mind, teacher. If you don't have enough money to study magic, tell the teacher!"

"Teacher, don't worry about money—"

Gretel eats in the mage tower, lives in the mage tower, and has no place to spend money for the time being.Knight Ciro thanked him for ten gold coins, and Knight Barron thanked him for another 15 gold coins after his wrist was healed.With a huge sum of money in his hand, Gretel does not feel that he is short of money at all, and has no sense of crisis:
"The most important thing is to start the clean-up work quickly. Teacher, the slower the speed, the greater the danger of the plague. You must be careful!"

"Got it! Children's family, you don't have to worry about this!" Elder Erwin responded angrily, picked up Gretel, and jumped up the treetops.Gretel still wanted to speak, but was choked by the strong wind blowing in his face, so he could only keep silent.

Where Elder Erwin took him was the hill where the servants of the god of nature met every new moon night.From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, large and small, countless oak branches and leaves stretched out, covering the sky densely.Elder Erwin carried him halfway up the mountain and put him down:
"Find a tree."

"what?"

Gretel was stunned.On such a big mountain, there are oak trees everywhere, you have no brains to ask me to find a tree?Teacher, give me a goal anyway!

"The oak rods that each of us use are cultivated from the beginning." Elder Erwin did not give him any hints.Instead, he stood aside, his wooden stick stopped, and slowly began to speak:
"A child who begins to be taught will bury an acorn in a clearing and wait for it to take root and grow into a small tree. On the day he becomes an apprentice, he will, with the help of his teacher, turn the small tree into a stick. .

Since then, this wooden stick has grown with him, fought together, and experienced wind and rain for decades and hundreds of years.Until the end, together with the master, return to this forest..."

"Then I...?"

Gretel couldn't help but ask.Teacher, it takes several years for an acorn to grow into a small tree; even if you were an apprentice since childhood, you brought me here, do you want to give me a fruit to use as an oak rod?

"Your situation is special. However, for thousands of years, the god of nature has not been without a way to deal with it. You go to an oak tree, and then I will tell you what to do next."

"How should I find it?"

"Search with your heart. Let go of your heart, feel, listen, and you will find the oak tree that you are most attached to."

Is it so selfish?Gretel was stunned.Not to mention whether this feeling is reliable or not, even if it is reliable, I will follow the feeling——

Teacher, this is the slope!Are you sure I'm not going to step on the air and roll under the foot of the mountain?

He looked at Elder Erwin eagerly.Elder Erwin looked kindly, but looked at him unwaveringly.After a stalemate for a long time, Gretel turned his head and sighed and climbed to the top of the mountain.

The same is to feel, sitting on the top of the mountain and feeling down, maybe the coverage is a little bigger?

He crawled to the top of the mountain, wiped off his sweat, sat in the middle of the stone circle and began to meditate. 1 minutes, 2 minutes... The effect is quite good, and the surrounding elements seem to be very active. Which tree is more reliable...

I'm sorry, he couldn't even see a tree in his meditative vision.

Gretel was in a dilemma, and again and again, and again and again.He meditated calmly for 1 minute after 1 minute, and suddenly, a shiny green dot jumped in his meditation field of vision.

It's like breathing.

Gretel stood up sleepwalking.He followed the direction of the green dot, one foot deep, one foot shallow.I don’t know how long I walked, and I don’t know if I fell or not—probably I didn’t fall, at least, I didn’t fall out of a meditative state—finally, I jumped forward and gnawed on the bark.

"...Bah ah ah!"

Gretel turned bitter and vomited.After spitting up, he looked up, and the huge trees in front of him covered the sky and the sun.Grete stretched out his arms as far as he could, trying to hug the tree trunk, but found that his arms were stretched to the farthest, and the angle was still flat, almost like he was lying on a wall.

...how big is this tree?
How long has it been!

"This is the oldest tree in the forest." A voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Gretel turned around in surprise, and saw Elder Erwin leaning on an oak staff, looking at him with a complicated expression:
"It is said that before the first local elder died, the god of nature inserted his oak staff into the ground, and then it grew into this oak tree."

... How many years is that? 1000 years? 2000 years?The life of an oak tree seems to be 400 years, right?Forget it, in a world with divine arts and magic, don't use the knowledge from your previous life to set it up...

Gretel silently turned back and looked at the big tree.Elder Erwin patted him on the shoulder: "Pray."

Pray... pray for what?
Who do you pray to?

to this tree?
With a bewildered stomach, Gretel lowered his head pretentiously, clasping his hands in front of his chest.The incantation sounded low, and after a while, he was suddenly touched, and he stretched out his hands reflexively—

With a "click", a dark brown acorn landed heavily in his palm.

"teacher--"

Gretel turned around in surprise.However, there was a rustling sound next to him, and Elder Erwin jumped up, his robes fluttered, and walked straight up on the tree trunk.Xu quietly fell down and handed Gretel a ball of green:
"Mistletoe. Take it."

Gretel quickly took over.Elder Erwin picked him up again, came to the middle of the stone circle at the top of the hill, and threw him a dagger with a bang:
"Dip the acorns with your blood. Then, wrap the acorns in mistletoe and bury them in the soil, thinking that they will grow faster."

Gretel did so without saying a word.

He squatted in the center of the circle, pressing his hands on the earth, concentrating, tracing—or imagining the oak tree rising from the ground.

There was silence all around, except for the rustling of the summer wind blowing through the leaves, and before you knew it, a great pressure was accumulating in the air, and even the sounds of birds around you disappeared.

Grit's eyes suddenly darkened.His body was weak, his limbs were weak, as if something was drawing his strength - just at this moment, there was a slight movement under the fingertips, and a touch of green broke out from the ground, with stems, heads held high, and leaves stretched...

not enough!

I want it too!
I want to grow!

Give me strength--

A greedy thought came from that verdant green.Grit was dizzy, his brain was dizzy, and he fell to the ground with a plop.It's not enough to drain me... You only grew two leaves...

He silently said to the green bud.A hand suddenly put on the back of the neck, and a warm and magnificent force rushed down, turned in a circle, and poured out from the fingertips.Qing Ya responded with a wave of joy, rustling, and quickly pulled up.

Gretel knelt on the ground and watched helplessly as it grew over the top of his head, and the main stem changed from translucent to the thickness of chopsticks, to the thickness of a ballpoint pen, to the thickness of the mouth of a cup.In the end, seven or eight taproots were pulled out of the soil by themselves, and with a light and shadow, they silently indented into the trunk—

"Take it." Elder Erwin picked him up, grabbed the newly grown sapling, and stuffed it into his hand:

"This is your oak staff!"

　It's Friday today, and I don't know if I can wait for the recommended news at two o'clock in the afternoon...

　　Hope to have another push before it goes on the shelves, put your hands together and pray
　　Looking for collections, recommendations, book reviews... I'm so sorry I didn't have a single book review in the last chapter...

　　


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