A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 199

If Garrett divided these things into the six years of middle and high school... No, even if considering only the chemistry book, taking out one year’s worth slowly over 54 weeks, it wouldn’t have caused such a huge shock.

If Master Kairel, who wasn’t even level 14 yet and was preparing to advance to level 15 as a grand mage, hadn’t seen it himself, he wouldn’t have realized that what Garrett presented was a complete and systematic set of theories capable of overturning the entire current magical world.

Even more frighteningly, it came with experimental designs...

If one were to slam this thick thing directly without any preparation, it’s feared that the foundation of the entire Magic Council would crumble.

So Master Kairel didn’t say a word, picked up Garrett, and shoved him into the guest room in the Mage Tower. With a wave of his sleeve, a pile of magic books flew out, stacking up a low wall next to Garrett:

"Stay here! I’ll ask you if there’s anything!"

Garrett: "...Okay."

He sat directly on the floor, flipping through and searching, pulling out a book titled "Spell Construction: From Rune Scrolls to Three-Dimensional Models," and began to concentrate on reading. Books! Hundreds of books! Borrowing them from the Grand Library in the White Tower would cost one gold coin per book per day!

Now he could read them for free... Oh, it would be great if those mages could conduct experiments slowly while he finished reading all these books...

Garrett dove headfirst into the pile of books. Master Kairel stood at the door of the guest room for a moment, watching Garrett sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, leaning against the bed, so engrossed in reading that he seemed about to disappear into the book, shook his head, then turned and left. He picked up the stack of thick materials and headed straight for the Tower of Heaven.

Half a day later, the legendary mages stationed in the Tower of Heaven gathered again.

"Decar, the little guy you pulled into the Thunder Horn, he’s really something." Helena, who had failed to snatch him, remembered Garrett and felt a bit unhappy. She coldly waved her fingers, and the papers on the oval long table turned over on their own, flipping through page by page:

"These things... does he want to overturn the entire Thunder Horn?"

"Not just the Thunder Horn." The rotating mage of the Elemental School also expressed regret. These measurement methods, analysis methods, the formulas for acids, alkalis, salts, and their mutual changes, were simply tailor-made for them, the Elemental School! If their alchemists got hold of this book, they would worship it along with the person who brought it! The other day, they hesitated too much! They were late in snatching him! It’s regrettable! Well, tomorrow, no, tonight, arrange for people to conduct experiments overnight!

"Wait, who is this kid?" Lady Endor asked softly, turning her crystal ball. Before Decar could respond, the necromancer from the Black Crow Swamp gently floated up again, red light shooting straight from the eyes of his skull:

"Who cares where he’s from? What matters is, he truly curbed the plague, treated the wounded soldiers, and fought to the death with the Radiant Church!"

"It’s still better to check. It’s not that I’m afraid he’s a spy... but what if he’s from some alternate dimension?" Lady Endor pondered. She raised her head from under her black veil and turned to the legendary mage of the Illusion School sitting diagonally across from her:

"Or maybe, you could ask?"

"No!" Decar vehemently refused. "What could the Illusion School find out? He’d just confess to whatever you ask him!"

"That’s right! Even if we were to ask, it should be our necromancy department asking!" The necromancer’s eyes flickered with red light, his teeth clicking together, as if laughing. Decar glared at him, electricity crackling in the monocle over his eye, not backing down:

"You guys ask? Isn’t that just weaving memories directly!!!"

Garrett is one of us from the Thunder Horn! He’s our own kid! No one else is allowed to meddle with him!

"Let’s first verify the things he brought out." Amidst the chaos, the protective mage, known for his kindness, stroked his beard and spoke calmly. This old man was the oldest among the legendary mages, and his popularity had always been the best. Eight out of ten younger mages had been taken care of by him at some point. As soon as he spoke, the tense atmosphere in the meeting room eased slightly, and everyone stopped to listen:

"Regardless of Garrett’s background, whether what he brought out is correct can always be verified. During the verification process, the Thunder Horn is responsible for keeping an eye on him, ensuring he doesn’t run away or cause trouble. Can we agree on that?"

Decar turned to look at his disciples behind him. Master Kairel had been standing not far behind him all along. Seeing his teacher’s gaze, he stepped forward:

"I think there’s no problem. When I left, I threw a bunch of books at him. He’s now tucked away in a pile of books and doesn’t seem to want to leave until he’s finished chewing through that stack."

As soon as he spoke, laughter filled the meeting room. To become a legendary mage, everyone had experienced times of sacrificing sleep and food, wholeheartedly devoted to studying. They could empathize with Garrett’s behavior. Even Lady Endor, who had been the first to voice suspicion, softened her gaze slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Decar tapped the table. "Since we’re on this topic, let’s discuss Garrett’s reward as well. You’ve all read and verified the paper on the essence of fire. How many research points is this paper worth? And how many contribution points? The adjudication committee has handed this difficult question over to me..." He leaned back, crossing his arms with an expression that seemed to say, "He’s from the Thunder Horn, I’m avoiding suspicion, I won’t speak." The mage in the white robe of the Enchantment School smiled and took over the conversation:

"As for the paper, let’s focus on the magic itself. I’ve verified the upgraded version of the Burning Hand spell, and it’s excellent. With the strength of a level 1 mage, it can indeed unleash the power of Dragon’s Breath, albeit with slightly expensive casting materials. These days, the price of Amethyst Scales has already increased fivefold..."

There was laughter all around. Amethyst Scales were an alchemical product, not naturally occurring ore. Even though the Magic Council had carefully sealed off the information, informed individuals couldn’t be stopped from rushing to buy them. After everyone had finished laughing, the mage in the white robe continued:

"Considering factors such as the overall level of magic, the difficulty of casting, the availability of casting materials, and the spell’s power, I suggest rewarding 100 research points and 500 contribution points."

Everyone gasped in shock.

This reward was truly generous. By comparison, Garrett’s paper on X-ray magic, which had earned him a spot in the training program, had only been rewarded with 2 research points and 3 contribution points.

More importantly, the reward figures for new spells set by the Magic Council generally determined the exchange prices for those spells: for example, if a spell was rewarded with 500 contribution points, its exchange price would be 50 contribution points.

Within ten years, the contribution points earned by mages submitting spells to the Magic Council would be evenly split between the Council and the mage. After ten years, the mage’s share of the split would decrease to thirty percent.

Considering the popularity of the Burning Hand spell and the power of its upgraded version, it was likely that even mages of a lower level would be able to learn it. After all, the Burning Hand spell wasn’t particularly rare. Everyone would tighten their belts and rush to exchange it. With this income alone, as a level 2 mage, Garrett would have enough to advance to level 5 without any financial worries.

But was this price expensive? Not really. A level 1 mage working as a receptionist in the headquarters of the Magic Council would earn five contribution points in a month. Saving for a year, or even two, would easily accumulate enough...

And from the perspective of the Magic Council, releasing such a spell that greatly enhanced the strength of its affiliated mages, they couldn’t stop smiling at the prospect! Just imagine, a level 1 mage traveling in the wilderness encountering a squad of Radiant Church cavalry and casually casting an upgraded Burning Hand spell...

Just imagining it made one feel ecstatic to the core.

A win-win situation, no, a three-way win for Garrett, the Magic Council, and numerous mages—

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