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

Gretel's own home is actually near Uncle Karen's house. After returning home, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time and baked pancakes. Then he simply jumped up and lit the oil lamp, planning to organize the things he would need to learn magic tomorrow.

This cabin is Grete's own home and the only real estate left to him by his original father. The house is not big, with only one room in total, about 20 square meters. Grete looked around, and with the faint light of the oil lamp, he could see the bottom at a glance.

Although the area is small, the quality of the house is actually good. The windows are made of wooden shutters. Over time, there are many gaps. A slight cool breeze blew through the cracks in the window and hit her body, making Gretel shiver.

The furniture in the house is all there should be. There is a double bed, a wardrobe, and a washbasin on a cabinet beside the bed. The square table by the window was probably used for eating, and there were two chairs, one horizontal and one vertical. One of them had a broken leg and could only lean against the wall with two bricks underneath to barely maintain balance.

There was a wooden frame against the wall on the other side of the room, with a set of leather armor hanging on it. It was quite exquisite and inlaid with many copper pieces. There was a big sword standing next to the leather armor. Gretel went over and weighed it, but he couldn't lift it at all. It should be the weapon used by the original owner's father.

Leaning over and looking down, I saw a wooden box stuffed under the bed against the wall. It was the box of books left by the original owner's father.

You definitely don’t need to take the book to the Mage Tower. Grete thought for a while, then dragged out the book box and dug out a quill with half of its feathers broken off, and a small bottle of ink that was about to dry up. He moved a few more books away, pulled out a small roll of rough hemp paper, spread it out and looked at it. There were only five or six sheets.

Is this the precursor to learning to read, learning to write, and using all that is left?

If you are not allowed to copy and can only take notes, these pens and paper will be enough for the first day... barely enough...

Grete let out a big sigh. He put the pen and paper in his backpack, pushed the book box back to the bottom of the bed, blew out the oil lamp, and lay down on the bed with his limbs spread out. Drowsiness enveloped him almost immediately. In the darkness, Grete thought half asleep:

"Oh... I have become a homeowner..."

In his previous life, he was not married and his salary was low. He saw his salary increasing linearly and housing prices increasing exponentially, so he decided to buy a house very late. After paying the down payment and paying off the loan for half a year, I haven’t received the key yet, so I traveled through time.

It couldn't be more tragic.

Fortunately, there is a house after traveling through time. No matter how old or small it is, it is still a house. It is still a brick and wood structure, much better than the dilapidated wooden house I saw yesterday.

[Your residence has surpassed 85% of the residential houses in the city, please continue to maintain it]

If he had brought a system with him when he traveled through time, he would probably have given such a prompt at this moment, right?

It was a sound sleep. It wasn't until the loud crow of roosters broke through the morning light that Grete opened his eyes and sat up from the bed suddenly.

Mage apprentice!

I'm going to learn magic!

Oops, I'm still so sleepy... I had an all-night operation at the Necromancer's yesterday, and rushed back to the city in the morning to study at the Magic Tower. Then he returned to the military camp, rescuing people, giving lectures, and going to the Temple of the Spring Goddess. This intensity was comparable to the overtime work in his previous life!

Forget it, wash your face more with cold water. Grete jumped out of bed, hummed a song and started washing. There is no such thing as a bathroom in the hut, and the washbasin at home is also empty. Grete tried hard to search his memory, and then remembered that the well was half a street away...

He went out to solve a personal problem and came back with a bucket of water. Wash your face and brush your teeth, clean yourself up and down, open the closet and take out the only two shirts you have, and compare them back and forth:

Both shirts are long-sleeved, one dark and one light. The light-colored one was already too small, and it was so tight on my body that I couldn't even bend my elbows. The dark one is the right size, but there are several patches on the elbows and cuffs...

Gretel took one piece with his left hand and another with his right hand, hesitating. The rest of the wardrobe is just a waistcoat. Think about it when I went to the Magic Tower yesterday, Master Hermann was wearing a robe, and Elliot who was blown out was also wearing a robe. Even the servant who answered the door was wearing a shirt and vest... …

After all, you are going to study, and it is visible to the naked eye that it is the lowest level of the magic tower, so you should try to dress more solemnly. There are already enough difficulties, there is no need to create additional difficulties.

So...which one to wear?

He competed with each other, but finally gritted his teeth and put on the old dark clothes. Just as I was about to put on my shoes, someone was already knocking on the door outside the hut:

"Little Gretel, little Gretel!"

"Here I come, Aunt Eileen!"

Gretel jumped up and shouted back. He didn't bother to put on his shoes and jumped over to open the door with bare feet. As soon as the door opened, Aunt Eileen's thin palm slapped on his shoulder:

"Little Gretel, aren't you going to the Magic Tower today? Why are you dressed like this? Come on, put on this dress. This is a new dress made by your brother Raymond. It's not upper body yet, and auntie changed it for you. Breakfast Have you eaten? Auntie also prepared lunch for you, remember to take it with you!"

"Aunt Eileen!"

Gretel blurted out. A warm current surged in his chest. His chest rose and fell twice, and finally he whispered:

"Aunt, this is what Brother Raymond will wear for Midsummer Festival——"

"Don't worry about that kid!"

Aunt Eileen pushed the clothes into his hands. Without any explanation, she pushed him around in a circle, slapped him hard again, and urged him to change clothes:

"That boy, even if he wears good clothes, he won't be able to find a girlfriend on Midsummer Day. Put it on, little Gretel, you go to learn magic, of course you must wear something good!"

After this slap, Gretel was unable to avoid it, and his shoulders immediately went numb. Gretel's face turned bitter, and she screamed in reflex:

"Ouch——"

This unscientific!

This body is from a first-level warrior after all!

Facts have proven that even if a legendary warrior is slapped by the aunt who watched him grow up, his hit rate is 100%. Gretel was photographed swaying around, so he had to hide in a corner and quickly put on new clothes. Aunt Eileen pulled him to look left and right, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

"Oh, little Gretel, you still look good in these clothes! Auntie has always seen you as a promising person since you were a child——"

Grete held her hand back. The tentacles are rough, the fingertips are pitted, and if you look closely, there are some blood stains. It is obvious that I worked all night last night and pricked my fingers more than once. Gretel sighed softly, folded her rough and warm hands into her palms, and closed her eyes.

"Health depends on life, life depends on it——"

He chanted silently. Between the palms, a thin white light gently lit up, smearing along the woman's fingertips, fingertips, palms, and wrists.

Wherever it went, cracks healed and stab wounds healed. On those hands that were soaked, beaten, and washed in cold water every day, a warm current dissipated the faint coldness in the bones.

"Little Gretel, don't..."

The woman's voice trembled slightly. Gretel opened her eyes, looked down at her hands that were soft and smooth again, and smiled sincerely:

"Aunt Eileen, thank you for your hard work."