Gretel clasped his hands behind his back and walked in a circle at the entrance of the small courtyard, and then circled again.

——Fortunately, the courtyard he lives in is called "Small Courtyard" and is actually quite large. He, Serira, Bernard, Apa, Apa's girlfriend Shiloh, and Idian,

There's a room for everyone.

What, you said Apa and Shiloh can live in the same room?

This, that, Apa's human form sleeps in one room, deer form and Shiloh sleep in another room...

Considering Apa's size, his and Shiloh's rooms were extra large.

That is to say, Serila's silver dragon form is too huge, and there is no special dragon nest for her. Otherwise, the area of ​​​​the courtyard will have to be increased ten times.

Right now, when Serira wants to enjoy the dragon's nest, she can either go to the nearby mountain top to roll around, or simply lie down on the top of the World Tree... No matter when, the World Tree has never rejected her...

Only in such a big house can we put piles of gifts at the entrance of the yard, or outside the flower wall:

When you give gifts, do you dare to be a little smaller?

What's going on with that huge box? Even a coffin can't keep up with its size. If it were bigger, it could be called a container!

And the flower pot next to it, is that called a flower pot? That's called a water tank! That tree planted in the water tank... that tree...

If I accept it this time, next time, will you just send an ancient tree over?

Grete circled three times in a row before patting his head and rubbing his forehead helplessly.

These gifts are all attached with green leaves or soft vines, and their names and long family names are signed in grapevine-like cursive script.

However, Grete felt a headache when he saw the curly font, and it was even more headache when he saw that it was filled with a vine and had a convoluted first and last name.

With so many words crowded together, he didn't even want to read them, let alone identify who the gift belonged to and which family it belonged to. As for arguing with the owner of the gift?

He turned around and looked around, and there were indeed several heads looming in the nearby woods. In addition to elves probing their heads, there were also birds looking curiously, and foxes stretching their heads covertly——

Come on, with this smart look, you can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary animal. When you turn into an animal, or use an animal companion to get information, you are too unconcealed...

Gretel was complaining crazily in his heart. However, at this time, it was useless to catch those elves who were probing around. They would just beat the snake and follow the stick, trying desperately to make him accept these gifts.

Just like before the operation or before the rescue is completed, it is useless to ask the patient's family to take back the red envelope. They will only double the money.

The correct approach is to hand the red envelope to the medical office and help deposit the medical expenses in the name of the patient. After the patient is discharged from the hospital, let him or his family members settle the settlement by themselves...

Just like now. Gretel looked around and immediately called Idian to gather all these gifts. Send them to the magic academy, directly throw them into the material library, or send them to the project team.

In short, these gifts will definitely not go into his own pocket!

"Spread the news for me. I won't accept these things. When it comes to participating in experiments or whatever, who should be included in the group or who should be included in the group. I will only consider it fairly based on the purpose of the experiment. I will not let anyone in because of who gave me a gift."

."

"Hey, it's not like that-"

"As for... Or, you inform them and take the things back? It's not too late to take them back now..."

Gretel left the question to Idian, letting him smile bitterly, summoning vines to weave into a cart, throwing the gifts up one by one, and then summoning Appalela.

The wheels of the trolley are not perfectly round, but fortunately they are automatically equipped with floating skills. Even if they are not too round and the friction with the ground is not too great, Appa can still pull them.

The Silver Moon Deer walked majestically in front, and Shiloh walked beside her holding a rope to pull the cart. The rope was even loose. It was obvious that the female unicorn did not exert any effort.

On the contrary, the cart that Idian summoned stretched out a large bush of vines, gathered them, and fixed a cart full of gifts.

If it weren't for the limited height of the road under the bushes, the gifts on the car could be piled twice as high - anyway, they are supported by the floating technique, and at most they can be pulled by vines, just fly a kite and drag them over.

Right now, I have no choice but to work hard for Idian and Appa, running back and forth once, then again, twice, three times, four or five times.

These large quantities of gifts were delivered, and the elves who gave them were alerted on the spot. However, Grete stayed behind closed doors and refused all communication, so they could only go to the elders to ask around.

After asking around, I only found two pieces of information. First, Grete stated resolutely that he would not accept gifts and that gifts would not be used as a criterion for selecting candidates for the group. Whoever wanted to send more gifts would be disqualified from joining the group;

Second, Grete said privately that for the first few batches of research, animal experiments must be done first. If you can choose a small one, choose a small one. At least it is light in weight and consumes less.

Well water from the Well of Eternity is not cheap. If you can save some, try to save as much as possible!

"...So, should we give it a try and send the messengers we trained into the group?" The elves who failed to send gifts discussed privately:

"In any case, we don't expect those messengers to become legends, to reach half-step legend, or to advance even once. It would be good! We train ourselves, how many resources will be spent to advance each time!"

"But... the level is too high, can we sustain it? We ourselves have not reached half-step legend..."

"What's there to worry about? Swifts, terns, and even gray geese are all docile birds. Even if they advance successfully, at least they won't bite back, right?"

However, Grete's team is temporarily not accepting even birds. In order to help the subjects advance in a targeted manner, Grete has shifted the focus of his work to the study of chromosomes:

Low level warrior!

Intermediate warrior!

High-level warrior!

Low level spell caster!

Intermediate spell caster!

Advanced spellcaster!

There are also legends. As long as every legend is easy to talk to and willing to give face to, Grete shamelessly asks for a tissue sample and asks him to test the chromosome spots...

Buzz buzz, buzz buzz. The oak stick, or in other words, the fruit on the oak tree, has grown from one to ten, then to twenty or thirty, and then to forty or fifty.

The tree canopy covered most of the laboratory, and the tree roots were winding like snakes, extending far outside the yard. The elves working in the laboratory were transporting fertilizer from once every ten days to once every five days, and soon it progressed to three times.

Once a day...

"Boss, I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to be exhausted!"

"If you work faster, you won't die from exhaustion." Grete recorded, compared, and analyzed these chromosome samples. He was so busy that he felt dizzy and his eyes were bloodshot.

Even though he had a treatment technique and would pat his eyes from time to time, the treatment technique could not cure dry eye syndrome, at least it was not symptomatic, and his eyes were still very dry...

"I can't get up! I'm done!" The oak staff continued to make a noise. On its body, a small snake with black stripes on a white background emerged, getting bigger and bigger, entangled in the crown of the tree in the form of a giant python, and poked out

Heads looking back and forth:

"The little snake has been helping me these days! It keeps working all day long without closing its eyes! It can't stand it anymore! Boss, you are squeezing us too much!!!"

"Why don't you advance yourself to a higher level?" Gretel didn't look back. He compared the fifty samples in his hand, which were from the same elf family, ranging from low-level to legendary——

It can be seen that the distribution of golden points does have some regularity. At least a few of the legendary points are consistent with low-level warriors.

However, when comparing all the legends together, this pattern is not much better than "three short and one long, choose the longer one"...

"I need more samples... I need more data... Ashu, separate all the warriors and spellcasters so far and see which points are unique to warriors and which are unique to spellcasters.

some……"

"Should I advance? Boss, if you don't advance, how can I advance!!!"

The leaves of the oak staff were shaking, and even the fourteen thick branches branching out from the main trunk were trembling up and down, almost wanting to perform an invincible Hot Wheels show. Gretel coughed and knocked on the table:

"You have your own chromosomes, don't you? Concentrate your energy, mobilize the power of nature around you, and try to change one? Extend a golden dot?"

"I - no - can! Or you can let the little snake advance and try?"

"Don't make trouble...the little snake doesn't even have a physical body, where did it get its chromosomes..."

Gretel was so busy that he didn't even look up. Fifty samples are not enough, a hundred samples are not enough, then more samples are needed!

Have all the teachers, researchers, and students in the magic academy finished sampling?

Where are the guardians of the Elven Court? Where are the warriors? Where are the so many people in the Elven Court?

The warriors guarding the World Tree, the patrollers around the Great Rift, the guardians at each node of the Mystery Chain... the children, adults, hunters, and guardians in each village...

"Go and sample! Go to work! Speed! I need more data!" Gretel gave the order without hesitation. At the same time, he sent a message to Nevis through the Mage Tower:

"Do you have the chromosome sampling and scanning data of human professionals? Do you have the data of different levels, different professions, and extraordinary points? Can you send me a batch? I need it here!"

"Uh, actually, I have a batch of ready-made ones here." Archmage Heins appeared out of nowhere:

"Black Crow Swamp has invested a lot of energy in this project and obtained a lot of data. Of course, most of them are skeletons, zombies, and various undead creatures. If you don't mind, you can also use them..."

"Bring it first! Bring it, bring it!" Gretel was overjoyed. At this time, only those who hated the small data did not dislike the large data!

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Bring it!

Bring it, bring it!

At this time, there are only those who hate the small monthly ticket, and there are no people who dislike the large monthly ticket!

Cat needs a monthly pass!
Chapter completed!