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

Grete stopped and came to his senses.

Look at the one who speaks.

...No one was seen.

Lower your head again. 15 degrees, 30 degrees, 45 degrees... On the floor in front, the naughty kid I saw a few days ago was jumping up and down with his face red with anger, stretching his arms and waving in front of his eyes:

"Here! Who are you looking at?!"

It's this little guy again. Grete had a headache, nodded vaguely to him, and walked up. The naughty kid chased after him closely, shouting non-stop:

"What are you doing up there? Hey, what are you doing up there! That's where official magicians stay! You're not even an apprentice!"

Above the second floor of the Magic Tower, Gretel really wasn't qualified to come up before.

The first floor of this magic tower is the hall and library. The mage apprentice—that is, the naughty kid. Even though he is only ten years old, he has already entered the door of magic—lives on the second floor, and the official mage lives on the third floor.

The fourth floor is used for alchemy and experimenting with magic spells. The fifth floor is the host of the Mage Tower, the residence of Master Gehrman, and the hub of the Mage Tower is also located there.

Starting from the second floor, no matter how rich or powerful ordinary people are, they are not allowed to enter.

Gretel was not qualified to go up. But now, just now, he successfully released the first magic!

He is already a mage apprentice!

Go to the second floor, of course!

Go up to the third floor and ask a familiar mage to ask some questions. That’s not a big problem, hahahaha...

The little boy chased, chased, and yelled all the way, which made the stairs buzz. Grete wished he could physically silence him. As soon as he paused, he heard a loud roar coming from the third floor:

"Absolutely not!"

"What's wrong!" A familiar voice yelled back louder: "I've almost succeeded! Why should I stop my research and ask you to buy alchemy materials!"

Is it Master Elliot? What is he arguing with? Gretel immediately perked up his ears. The other party slapped the table:

"What about you? No materials are needed to improve the spell? No scrolls? I have made something after all. What about you? How many scrolls have been copied these days? - Let's wait for the Magic Council to come for the assessment and see what you say!"

"I'm fine!"

"Hey, no problem? Just rely on the book that the little guy copied? Don't be kidding, the words are still the original words, just rearranged. Can the Magic Council appreciate this result?"

Hey...this seems to be talking about my dictionary?

Grete was stunned for a moment, and quietly moved his feet back two steps to avoid being embarrassed by the mages. Unexpectedly, the stair door opened with a bang, and the blond boy who had been blown away from the window a few days ago came out angrily. When he saw them, he immediately became furious:

"What are you doing here? This is where you came from?!"

"He insisted on coming up!" Before Grete could answer, the boy had already rushed to speak with a sharp voice:

"I didn't even stop him! Mr. Karan, this guy is not even a mage apprentice, so he has no qualifications to come up!"

"you?"

Master Karan's angry eyes immediately turned around. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Gretel, and the light on his fingertips flickered. He was obviously angry and wanted to take it out on Gretel. As for whether this magic spell is ice or fire, wind or earth, Grete's knowledge is shallow and he really can't tell at a glance.

Oops!

The stairs are narrow and there is no place to hide!

Gretel didn't want to be a punching bag at all. Before the spell could be used, he became angry and shouted loudly:

"Mr. Elliot! I have learned my first magic. If I have any questions, please ask!"

Learned magic?

The light on Master Karan's fingertips flashed and then went out. Once you learn magic, you become a mage apprentice. There is nothing wrong with going to the third floor of the mage tower occasionally. Besides, they were looking for Elliot——

He snorted coldly and went upstairs alone to continue his alchemy experiment. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, he heard the little boy shouting:

"You know magic? Impossible! You couldn't read a few days ago!"

Um?

Master Karan stopped. In the room, Master Elliot has already raised his voice:

"Gretel? Come in!"

You couldn't read a few days ago and you learned magic today? Master Karan became curious and followed him in. Eliot was collecting scattered papers and pens, his anger still lingering. When he saw Gretel, his expression softened a bit, and he was a little happy:

"Did you cast the spell successfully? What was the first thing you learned? Do you have any questions for me?"

"He must be bragging!" The little boy pulled Master Karan to complain:

"If you insist on running up, you will catch me and say that you are a mage apprentice! You are lying! I saw it with my own eyes. It was clear that a few days ago, I couldn't even read the magic words!"

is that so?

The blond boy looked at Elliot inquiringly.

Elliot was also a little embarrassed. That boy is the grandson of Master Herman's mentor. The Archmage inspected the surrounding magic towers on behalf of the Magic Council. He thought his grandson was naughty, so he left him under the care of his own disciples. With such status, although the two of them are official mages, they are not in a position to reprimand this child rashly.

Elliot had to pretend not to hear. He coughed and turned to Gretel:

"What kind of magic did you learn? Release it again and let me see!"

"Yes - detecting magic." As soon as Gretel's answer came out, the little boy sneered and laughed louder:

"Detect magic? It's not you who has the final say whether this spell is successful or not? - You won't use it to prevaricate others, will you?"

"George!" Master Karan shouted. He immediately turned to Gretel and ordered:

"Let's do this. You cast a spell here and see how many magic items there are in the hall. As long as you name three of them, or point out the strongest one, your spell casting will be considered successful."

Grete bowed slightly and agreed. He took two steps back, pressed his back against the wall, expanded his field of vision as much as possible, and concentrated on casting spells.

The hall is only about 30 square meters, with six wooden chairs surrounding a large rectangular table, occupying most of the space in the hall. There are chandeliers overhead, tapestries on the walls, and a fireplace at the end of the hall. At first glance, the furnishings are not much different from the library on the ground floor.

Grete recited the incantation softly. Following his voice, deep and shallow magical auras lit up during meditation, ranging from dazzling white and earthy yellow to light green and deep blue. Looking at it again, it’s amazing!

That naughty kid, the robe on his body, the ring on his head, and the necklace on his chest were all shining brightly, much brighter than the furnishings in the room!

The third generation of Fa is so terrible... Gretel silently swallowed his resentment towards the naughty child, moved his eyes, and reported the magic items one by one:

"Chandelier, tapestry on the left, fireplace..."

Although the aura is very dim and the level of enchantment is very low, probably similar to the bookshelf downstairs, there are three pieces!

He pointed out an item and the boy opened his mouth. By the end, both eyes and mouth were wide open, forming three O shapes:

"It's impossible...you actually..."

"How's it going? Is there someone who can learn faster than you?"

The blond boy just wanted to add insult to injury. He bent down and asked a question deliberately in the little boy's ear. The little boy was stunned for a while and shouted:

"I do not believe!"

He turned around and ran out of the hall, slamming the stair door. There was a bang, and the vase on the table shook.

vase?

vase!

Gretel's heart skipped a beat. He rushed forward, pulled out the flowers in the vase, and poured them out. A gem rolled out of the vase, and the magic detection field of view shone brightly.

Gretel reached forward and enveloped the light.

As far as the eye could see, it was still hazy.

Another day when collections of old books grow faster than new ones.

Worry.

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