Chapter 541 Miss Silver Dragon, Do You Want to Win the Nobel Prize?

The biggest fiscal crisis to date has been unexpectedly resolved.

Gretel really wanted to start playing [Distinguish Bloodline] right away, and he would go to hell. However, the only trace of reason allowed him to control his hands, and under the guidance of the old man, he began to practice disassembling and assembling magic props:

Open the shell, connect the mithril wire, and connect to the center of the mage tower;

Remove the mithril wire and return the chip box to its original position;

Take apart the shell and try again...

After learning it once, Gretel can disassemble and assemble it by himself, and only needs the old man's occasional guidance; after practicing it the second time, he can operate it completely independently.

Although he is not an engineering student, the surgeon's fingers are sensitive and stable enough. Grete just didn't dare to dismantle things he didn't understand. After being guided by someone, he followed the instructions again and there was no problem:

After all, they are hands that can even connect blood vessels and connect nerves! It's a dead thing, just dismantling and assembling it, what's so difficult about it?

This is no different from changing the battery of a mobile phone!

Use the mage's hand to transform into a wrench or screwdriver. When operating, the transformation is precise, the strength can be controlled smoothly, and a series of movements are all smooth and smooth. The old man sighed over and over again:

"Why are you going to Thunder Horn! With your talent, you should come to our alchemy workshop!"

Grete: "..." Thank you, the Black Crow Swamp next door keeps saying this, and my ears almost get calloused...

After dismantling it twice, he disassembled and assembled it again by himself without any prompting. After ensuring that he had fully mastered the disassembly and assembly work, he waved off the mage's hand and saluted the old man gratefully:

"You have helped me a lot..."

"boom!!!"

There was another loud bang. MOSS called the police frantically, all the invisible servants rushed downwards, and the familiar scene happened again...

Gretel sighed, nodded casually to the old man, and ran down. As soon as the door of the alchemy room opened, smoke filled the room, and a little face turned into a flower-smoked face.

"Cerella! What did you pour into something again?"

"I... what I poured this time was not silver nitrate! It's really not the case!"

Grete hid her face. Behind him, an old man in work clothes walked in with his hands behind his back, looked around, twitched his nose, and showed an friendly smile:

"This lady is very talented! Even a skilled magician in the alchemy workshop can rarely make a finished product by adding mercury nitrate to alcohol... Of course, this thing is too dangerous and easy to explode, so it is not recommended. Beautiful lady try..."

"That's because the water content is too low." Grete turned around and complained without thinking:

"This crap can explode easily when it is dry. If the moisture content does not reach 10%, it can be ignited in the air without exploding. If the moisture content reaches 30%, it will not ignite. Serira, please, you can do whatever you want. Whatever you pour into it, don’t even think about drying it out, okay?”

I always feel that if this continues, if I haven’t had liver failure and can safely receive a blood transfusion, Cerela will probably win the Nobel Prize...

The old man's eyes lit up, he took out a thick leather notebook and started writing down the records. After recording, he put it into his arms cherishingly, and then he sincerely praised:

"Mage Nordmark, you have done us a great favor!"

During this period, the Alchemist Guild, entrusted by the Navy, has been trying to develop something with greater explosive power.

The thing made by Serira is one of their achievements, but transportation and storage are too troublesome...

He nodded to Gretel and hurried out of the mage tower. Talk about patents, licensing, etc. can be postponed, and we can go back and test first!

As long as the test is passed, the Alchemy Workshop can deliver the goods!

Grete followed him to the door of the mage tower with great care, as a farewell. Seeing the old man's back dashing away, he immediately returned and dragged Miss Silver Dragon to the center of the mage tower:

"Serila, look, I don't have to rush to save money, I can research to my heart's content! I just need to take it apart like this, and connect it like this..."

He skillfully disassembled, assembled, took out test tubes, and performed magic. There was a low buzzing sound from the golden box, exactly the same as every time it was started before.

Then, in order to verify the connection effect, you can let MOSS display the light curtain——

"Oops! I saw it!"

Grete suddenly opened her eyes. Directly opposite, Cerela had untied the mithril threads at some point, one on each side, and held them with her thumb and index finger. Her face was red and full of excitement:

"I saw it! - Gretel, what you saw in your meditation vision turned out to be like this!"

Gretel pressed his forehead helplessly.

"...MOSS, did you write down the information just now?"

"No, Master."

"Sai-rui-la-"

Miss Yinlong turned around and ran away.

Grete actually wanted to stop her and ask her how she used her physical body to receive information and achieve the effect of the chip and the mage tower center. However, seeing how guilty she was when she ran away, I could only let her run away and ask questions later.

Maybe the body structure of silver dragons is special, and their scales can directly receive certain magical information? If that's the case, Gretel feels that he can actually introduce Serrela to participate in certain projects, or directly guide her to study certain things...

But of course, now, it is more important to work hard to accumulate information. Anyway, he couldn't outrun Cerira. Even if he didn't chase her, Cerira would be back by dinner time, right?

Grete shrugged, wrapped the mithril thread around the crystal pillar provided by the tower spirit, and continued working. A test tube in one hand and a gold box in the other hand, constantly releasing magic:

【Identify bloodline】!

【Identify bloodline】!

【Identify bloodline】!

Even if it is a first-level magic, releasing dozens or hundreds of them at once is still a heavy burden for the magician. Among the first thirty, Gretel was smiling and looking relaxed;

Thirty more came, Gretel's face became slightly solemn;

Thirty more, Grete looked solemn, and his casting speed slowed down. Every time he cast a spell, he murmured a mantra;

For the last thirty, Gretel was dripping with sweat from his forehead, and the pauses between the two spells became longer and longer.

Casting spells is like reeling silk. Pulling out silk from a full cocoon is relaxing and pleasant; pulling out the last thread from a cocoon that is almost finished must ensure that the silk is stable and uniform. Not to mention the difficulty of the silk reeler's operation, the feeling of the cocoon is definitely unpleasant. .

However, squeezing mental energy like this is also an excellent exercise for a magician. After squeezing to the limit and then meditating, the effect is amazing!

Well, especially if you can meditate immediately and have a sufficient supply of magic elements...

Gretel consumed all his mental energy in this way. Then, pale and swaying, he fell into the meditation room.

"God bless you, Serira won't blow up the alchemy room again..."

"boom!"

"Serila, what did you add to what?"

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