It can’t be that hard to open a hospital in another world, right? 26
by adminChapter 26: I Became Illiterate After Crossing Over to Another World?
Grett went straight to the Mage Tower with the letter of recommendation.
The Temple’s search team had come in a blaze of glory, but had retreated in disgrace. Before even reaching their destination, they had angered a Necromancer, and their strongest fighter was severely injured. Seeing that they would not gain any advantage by continuing, they had to retreat to the Temple for rest and treatment.
As for what they would do next, whether it was exploration, revenge, or something else, that was a matter for later.
Even Pastor Donald, who wanted to talk to Grett for a while, could only give him a regretful look and get on the carriage without looking back, leaving in a flash.
The Temple guards had retreated, so naturally they would not care about the City Guard anymore. Grett and his teammates discussed it for a while and returned to Uncle Edmond’s farm to join Captain Kalen. They borrowed a few mounts from Uncle Edmond, took a shortcut, and went directly back to the city.
The Temple guards had suffered such a heavy loss, so it was possible that they would vent their anger on someone. If they blamed their failure on them, they would definitely not be able to withstand it with just a few low-level soldiers. Their best option was to return to camp as soon as possible and report to their superiors.
Even Pastor Johannes Littlejohn from the War God Temple canceled his trip home and turned back to the Temple.
Grett parted ways with them when they were about to enter the city and headed towards the Mage Tower. Hartland City had only one Mage Tower, which was not located within the city, but stood on top of a hill outside the city. The hill was covered with dense forests, and when you looked up, you could only see a small part of the tower’s tip from afar.
“Is this the meaning of a hidden temple in deep mountains… it actually has some poetic charm…”
Grett muttered as he tugged on the reins. The chestnut mare under him snorted softly, obediently turned her head, and walked up the mountain path.
The road leading out of the city forked off at the foot of the hill, leading directly to the top. The mountain path was wide and flat, with deep ruts, indicating that carriages frequently traveled on it. Grett did not find it difficult to walk, and within a quarter of an hour, he reached the top of the hill and stood in front of the Mage Tower.
The Mage Tower had the word “tower” in its name, but it was actually more like a castle, with a large area enclosed by a wall. Grett jumped off his horse, took a few steps back from the wall, and looked up:
“This tower is quite high… three stories, four stories…”
Boom!!!
A loud bang. Birds flew up in alarm, horses whinnied, and the sturdy Mage Tower shook twice. A plume of smoke billowed out of the fourth-floor window, and at the same time, there was a whooshing sound as a person flew out in a parabolic trajectory…
Grett: !!!!
That height! That speed! If he landed on the ground, he would be lucky to break a bone, but if he landed on his neck, he would be deleted from the game right away!
He ran towards the landing point as fast as he could. If he only broke his leg, he didn’t need to rescue him; if he broke his neck, there was no use in rescuing him; but if he landed with cardiac arrest, airway obstruction, or a fracture causing massive bleeding, if he ran faster, he might be able to save a life!
Run faster!
Run even faster!
Grett was panting heavily, running madly, almost at the speed of pushing a critically ill patient to the operating room. As he ran, his steps became slower and slower, and finally, he leaned on his knees, stood there blankly, and looked up.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t run anymore. Grett’s body, after all, was a new recruit of the City Guard, and his warrior level barely reached Level 1. The problem was, the person who had been thrown out of the window, his every move made Grett feel that running was unnecessary…
The person was waving his arms and legs, screaming, following the parabolic trajectory outwards. When he reached the highest point, he suddenly pulled out something from his pocket, threw it out, and then, his high-speed trajectory suddenly stopped. The whole person seemed to be wearing a parachute, slowly, slowly, drifting downwards.
Grett held the reins, his mouth open, and watched from the ground. The guy was swaying and floating, from three meters to two meters, from two meters to one meter, looking down at Grett, even smiled at him.
“Elliot!!!”
A roar came from above the smoking window. The person floating in the air shivered, and somehow he couldn’t float anymore, he fell straight down with a thud—
“Aaahhhh!!!”
“…Uh, are you okay?”
This man covered in black ash, the bomber of the Mage Tower, the strong man who flew down from the sky and finally twisted his ankle, ended up riding Grett’s chestnut mare back to the Mage Tower.
With his introduction, Grett easily met the owner of the Mage Tower, the Level 5 Lawmaster Gelman Claus, and handed him the Necromancer’s letter.
“Grett Nordmark?” Gelman, unlike the Necromancer, was a big, round man, his deep red robe squeezed around his belly, which bulged out a lot. His dark brown hair was neatly combed back, and a big beard extended from his ears to his chin, then hung down fluffily, covering his Adam’s apple.
Grett took one look and almost thought he had crossed over again, seeing someone from the political textbook.
He stood beside him, bowing his head. Lawmaster Gelman read the letter quickly, raised his eyes, and scanned Grett from top to bottom:
“Andrew said you want to learn elemental magic?”
“Yes.”
“How about your previous foundation? How many levels of spells can you cast? Level 1 spells? Level 0 spells?”
“Uh… I can’t cast any…”
“Then how much have you read about the principles of magic? “Fundamentals of Spells”? “Construction of Magical Runes”? “Elementary Understanding of Elements”? “Potionology”? — You wouldn’t even know the magical script, would you?”
“I really don’t know this one…”
Grett’s head lowered more and more. To be honest, he still knew a few Latin words, he had memorized them when he was studying medicine; he had also learned German as a secondary language, and he often used English for publishing articles and reading literature, so he knew it very well. But magical script, that kind of thing, where could he learn it?
However, not knowing the magical script meant that most, if not all, magic books would be incomprehensible. What the heck, after all these years of hard study, I became illiterate after crossing over to another world?
Seeing that he didn’t know this and didn’t understand that, Lawmaster Gelman frowned. Even with his friend’s recommendation, he became impatient:
“… You wouldn’t even know the common script, would you?!”
“I know this one!” Grett breathed a sigh of relief and quickly answered. Thanks to his father, although he had passed away early, he had taught him to read. His family had also left a small box of books, and Grett had completed his basic reading education by relying on these books—
“And, I know Healing Technique!”
“Hmm…”
Lawmaster Gelman’s expression softened slightly. Knowing Healing Technique meant he had the basic aptitude of a spellcaster, his spiritual power and perception were at least up to standard. As for everything else, well, for the sake of his friend Lynn…
“Since Andrew wrote a letter of recommendation, you can just listen in on lectures in the Mage Tower for now. Tuition is 10 gold coins per month, I’ll waive it for you for Andrew’s sake—”
Thank goodness!
Grett secretly sighed with relief and quickly nodded. 10 gold coins per month, he didn’t even have a single silver coin on him. The City Guard’s salary was like, 5 silver coins per month?
Luckily it was waived, otherwise, would he go back and borrow money from the Necromancer…
“Well, you can come to the Mage Tower every day, read the books on the first floor freely, but don’t copy them, and don’t take them away. You can come and listen to my lectures, and if my disciples, Elliot and the others, are willing, you can also ask them for advice. Copying spells requires your own materials, and you cannot use the alchemy room without my permission. Other things, we’ll talk about it when you become a Lawmaster Disciple!”
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