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

Chapter 994 Mr. Troka recovers, and the gold is divided!
Looking at Mr. Troka, who was jumping and trying to grab the feather, at least half of the archmages who watched laughed.The other half didn't smile, they were busy doing various checks around the feather:
"Remaining soul fragments...no. Remaining emotional echoes...no."

As it was about the younger generation's magic pet, Archmage Hines did his part, making gestures one by one, and one after another magic wave shrouded the feather.At the same time, the eyes were faint, and a ray of light shot out, carefully scanning from top to bottom:
"No problem. Absorb it with confidence, and you won't be swallowed by the things inside."

Archmage Bairbo stood on the other side, his eyes half-closed, and his attention was also focused on the feather.Look at Feather, then look at Mr. Troka, then look at Feather, then look at Black Cat:

"The nature of the power is a bit conflicting. Be careful when absorbing it. However, the power in it is strong enough. If it is absorbed safely, it should be enough to make up for his loss."

"Meow……"

Mr. Troka turned his head, pressed his four paws on the ground, and nodded to Archmage Bilbo, his chin touching the ground.Turning his head, he continued to flutter that feather wholeheartedly.

"Not only can I make up for it, but maybe I can take this opportunity to go up a step." Archmage Vickers of the Alchemy Department stared at the feather closely, with envy palpable in his words.

If it wasn't really embarrassing, and he couldn't grab what the junior gave to the pet, he would almost reach out and grab the feather in his hand.Rubbing, rubbing, observing with a magnifying glass and microscope, then weighing it on a balance, soaking it in various potions...

Even if you can't get started, it won't affect the archmage's judgment on unfamiliar materials.He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the feathers that had already been bitten by the black cat's claws, golden shadows were reflected in the pupils on both sides:

"This feather has a very high level of power essence. If you can digest its essence, this little guy has the potential to rise above level 15 in the future. But take it slow...you must take your time, don't worry... "

"Can you absorb it now?" Gretel patted the cat's head and asked on behalf of Lynn.Several archmages glanced at each other, and finally, Archmage Mansfield from the conjuration department came forward to answer:

"Okay. Just here, absorb a little bit first, it will be safer with us watching."

As he spoke, Mr. Troka had tried his best to tear off a small piece of barnula, chewing it hard in two bites.Immediately afterwards, he threw himself into Lin En's arms, and the whole cat was huddled together, curled up in his arms and stopped moving.

Gretel secretly activated [Detection Magic] and stared at the black cat carefully.I saw a blazing golden light go down the black cat's throat, pass through the esophagus, chest, and fall into the abdomen.Pause, spin, shine brightly—

Gradually, gradually, the nodes and lines that I saw last time on Mr. Troka's body gradually brightened up one by one.

And that group of golden light was constrained by the lines, unable to shoot out of a certain range, and could only reveal a hazy brilliance outside the array of lines.

The surrounding lines and nodes seem to be injected into the embankment by golden river water, from a 5-watt incandescent lamp, to 10 watts, and then to 15 watts...

"You saw it too?" Archmage Bairbo asked suddenly.Seeing Grete nodding, he pointed to those nodes and said:
"When all these injured nodes are repaired, it can be extended outward to repair those missing nodes. After all repairs, the black cat can be restored to its original state, and it should be able to take another step forward."

Gretel breathed a sigh of relief, and finally a sincere smile appeared on his face.Thankfully, this time I came to the New World, the original goal was finally accomplished.Lynn is back, and Mr. Troka will be all right soon—

He reached out and stroked the black cat's supple fur, put the feather back into the box, and handed it to Lynn.Watching him put the box into the space bag, I couldn't help but be careful:
"Let it eat slowly, don't be greedy. After all, the power of this thing is different. If you eat too much, it will easily explode—"

"I know." Lynn also had a smile on his face, scratching Mr. Troka's chin once and for all:

"I'll tease him later with this feather. If he can hit it, let it bite off a little bit. If he can't hit it, he won't eat it. Looking at it like this, it hasn't digested what it ate last time, so it probably doesn't have the strength to pounce. ..."

...Come on, this feather is really a cat teaser?
Gretel was unable to complain for a while.Grand Master Bilbo looked at them speechlessly, then turned to the Golden Eagle Warrior who came to give gifts, and nodded deeply:

"Thank you for the gift. Now that Mr. Troka can recover, that's the end of his business. Next, we will leave after the payment is settled."

The Golden Eagle warrior who came to give the gift froze.Including the entourage of Tratoani, his face was covered with black air.Gretel can read it on their faces without releasing [Reading Thoughts]:

"Help!"

"Not enough gold!"

"Where can I find so much gold!"

However, it is obvious that such words cannot be said.For one thing, you have already promised the other party, and you cannot go back on your word; secondly, the power of the magicians is clearly there.

The God of the Eagle and the God of the Snake, after fighting side by side with the magicians, issued the following oracles:

Meet them!

Try to satisfy them!

Let the warriors, let the nobles, let the priests, hand over all the gold!According to the previous agreement, every visiting magician and warrior can cast a few life-size golden statues for them if they can win a few Golden Eagle fighters!
"Well, we are collecting gold and calling the best craftsmen in the country..." The entourage of Tratoani lowered his head and replied respectfully:
"After all, it takes time to cast a golden statue... When the artisans are assembled and ready to make the portrait mold, we will invite you again..."

Let them delay time by casting gold statues?

Or just start talking?

The archmage discussed for a while in the telepathic connection, and decided that it would be better to speed up - the airship, a large war machine, cannot always stop thousands of miles away.

Hurry up and finish the talk, hurry back with the brigade, leave behind the mage who is in charge of local affairs, and slowly grind with them...

After the decision was made, Archmage Bairbo didn't speak, and gave Gretel a wink.Gretel lightly interfaced:

"Ah, there's no need for a craftsman. A life-sized golden statue, after all, is just a golden statue of the same size."

He sketches light and shadow casually:
"Dig a pool, fill it with water, I go in, let the water cover my head, and the excess water flows out of the pool-and then put gold in it, until the water in the pool is equal to the edge of the pool, isn't that all right?"

As for whether there is too much silver in the gold thrown in, or whether the goldware is hollow, I will supervise it when it can be thrown.Right now, speeding up is more important...

The opinion of the Plague Lord must be respected.Early the next morning, on the square in the center of the two pyramids, the rock softened, deformed, and sank downward.Under the eyes of everyone, a square stone pool stood in front of everyone.

The clear water summoned by the water making technique splashed down and filled the pool.Gretel walked slowly down the steps in the pool, stood directly at the bottom of the pool, and then walked up from the other side.He waved the moisture off his clothes casually and pointed to the pool:

"Come on, throw the gold."

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