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

After all, he was evaluating the entire Mage Tower, so it was unusual for him to take such a long time to guide Gretel. The old magician was sure that Grete's problem could not be solved in one day, so he immediately withdrew his attention. He coughed hard and turned to Master Gehrman with a solemn expression:

"The cultivation and progress of the mage, this item, the comprehensive score——"

The old magician deliberately made a long note. When everyone around him became anxious, and the naughty boy stood aside and almost rolled his eyes, he reluctantly spit out a number:

"81."

"It's so low..."

The two low-level mages complained softly. If the score is low, if you fail to pass the test, the Mage Tower will have its research resources deducted next year. If it falls to this point, no one will be happy with it.

The old magician has heard this complaint many times. Thinking that Gehrman was his disciple, he looked around and said seriously:

"This is the job of the presiding officer. Either focus on seeking breakthroughs; or decentralize resources and work hard to train new mages. Every mage tower is an important resource, and whoever the Magic Council entrusts it to will have to work hard to repay it.

——You all need to remember this. "

The mages nodded silently. Grete quickly calculated the current score. It was okay, okay, the total score was not low. As long as you score 70 points in the last item, you will be able to pass this year.

In the end, though, this project was magical research. I heard Master Elliot and Master Karan arguing before...it seemed like the progress was not going well?

Grete silently worries about next year's research funding. The old magician had already closed the form in his hand and spoke seriously:

"I checked it before I came. - Before I came, you had not published any results in journals, nor submitted any spell models to the parliament. Therefore, there is nothing that has been drafted and has not been published, or it has not been published in time. Do you want to show me the results of your submission?"

What?

Does the Magic Council evaluate research results based on the number of published papers?

So how many journals have you produced?

Will it be filled with water?

This senior who traveled through time before, are you from the Academic Affairs Office of the university, right?

Gretel was thinking wildly and didn't think that "thesis" and "results" had anything to do with him being a mage apprentice. To his right, several official mages looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces. After a moment of silence, Master Karan took a step forward and whispered:

"I've made some progress in alchemy..."

It is a pity that Master Karan's achievements were ultimately judged as unsatisfactory.

The young mage lowered his head unwillingly, but he had no way to refute the examples given by the old mage. Next, Elliot worked hard to present his spell model, but this thing had not been completed before, and was later cut off from resources. In the end, it still received an "unqualified" comment.

There was silence. The old magician looked around and urged:

"What other achievements are there? If not, the current progress can only be rated at 50 points!"

"etc!"

Master Gehrman's face was gloomy. Between being embarrassed and failing the assessment, he struggled for a second, gritted his teeth and made up his mind:

"Elliot! Get that dictionary!"

dictionary?

Gretel's eyes flashed, and he looked down at his feet, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

There is a mage tower, a fifth-level mage, and two second-level mage. The mage tower fails the test and is forced to use this dictionary to recharge. It is already very helpless. Now that people know that this achievement came from a mage apprentice, Master Gehrman will look ugly, and the evaluation of the entire mage tower may be lowered because of this.

The KPI form clearly says: Resources and salaries will be deducted. The salary may not be deducted from his head - he has never received any money from the Mage Tower anyway - but if the resources are deducted, next year's development will be very uncomfortable.

Master Elliot turned around and went downstairs. Not long after, he ran up panting with a big book like a dictionary. The old magician turned over a page without saying anything; he turned over another page and raised his eyebrows; he flipped it to the end and turned to ask Eliot:

"Did you come up with it?"

"It's not me." Elliot said solemnly. He took a step across, pulled Gretel out from behind, and pushed him in front of the old magician:

"It was his idea, and he also compiled it. I just wrote a preface to the dictionary according to the instructions of the Master, and explained the idea of ​​​​organizing it."

"Interesting gadget." The old magician stroked his beard and smiled. To his right, the naughty boy George wrinkled his nose and snorted as soon as he heard the word "dictionary". When Grete was pushed out, he stood on tiptoe and took a look, and new and old hatreds suddenly came to his heart. After enduring it, he still couldn’t hold it in anymore and stamped his feet and shouted:

"This is the book! Grandpa, you don't know. I caught this guy secretly copying the book. Not only did Herman not kick him out of the Mage Tower, he even coaxed me to say that he had someone sort it out!"

"George!" the old magician frowned: "If you say one more word, you will get out!"

"snort!"

The naughty kid snorted heavily. Looking at grandpa's eyes, he still didn't dare to speak anymore. The old magician turned around, straightened his gray beard, and smiled at Grete:

"This little thing is very interesting, but it is not considered a magic model or a magic creation or anything like that - you understand, right? For this alone, I can only give you five points. Are there any other achievements?"

That's fifty-five points... ten points short of the passing mark. Master Gehrman was speechless. Elliot was speechless, and Karan lowered his head and said nothing. His bright blond hair hung weakly on his face. The resources needed for a mage apprentice are few to begin with. If you add five points to one, it won't be easy to deduct Gretel's resources in the coming year.

Gretel looked left and right, his heart skipped a beat, and he raised a hand:

"Master Master, can I... hand over the paper you asked me to write?"

oh?

paper?

The old magician couldn't help but smile. He put down the page in his hand and looked at his disciple:

"Already asked him to write a paper? So early? - OK, go get it and let me take a look."

Grete rushed to get it. The old magician took it in his hand, glanced at it while stroking his beard, and immediately nodded in approval:

"The writing is quite good. The format is not wrong at all - your teacher put a lot of thought into it."

That's what I know how to do!

Gretel complained silently. After graduating from graduate school, residents are promoted to attending doctors, and attending doctors are promoted to deputy directors. Which level does not require a thesis!

This way of writing title-abstract-keywords, I can write it with my eyes closed, okay!

The format is correct and the sentences are fluent. As a novice, this level is enough to attract the favor of the old magician. He stroked his beard and read line by line, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head. Halfway through, he released a magic spell and reached forward.

"...I can't see clearly!"

"There are requirements for the level of magic items." Gretel stood upright in front of him, head held high, and assumed the posture of a graduation thesis defense:

"Please read the second paragraph on the third page to the fifth paragraph on the fourth page, which summarizes 7 cases. The conclusion is that the observation object is 5 levels lower than the level of the magic item."

"...That's useless!" Sure enough, the old magician immediately came to the conclusion: "In this case, I won't be able to give you a higher score..."

not tall?

How much is that?

At least give me 70 points!

It will be pushed down tomorrow. Please continue to accompany me...

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