Chapter 544: Garrett, why don’t you follow the example of the sages?

After finishing the treatment, Garrett returned to the Mage Tower, so dismayed he didn’t want to see that group of blood clan. Really, although that girl is an enemy, she is still a person!

She is a person!

Sigh, in my previous life, I encountered many more depressing situations than today, and it wasn’t enough to make me resist going to work.

It seems that with a higher status, my tolerance has decreased. Or, was it just bending over for five bushels of rice in my previous life, reluctantly having to work no matter what?

Garrett reassured himself back and forth like this, still feeling psychologically imbalanced, and decided to seclude himself.

Not seeing anyone, not leaving the Mage Tower, all his energy was poured into blood magic research—

Getting up in the morning, furiously casting spells until his daily limit was reached. Diving into the meditation room, replenishing his magic power, and then sleeping soundly for eight hours to restore his mental strength, before starting another round of furious spell-casting...

Doing twice the work in one day, his efficiency skyrocketed. After an indeterminate amount of time, one day, MOSS emitted a pleasant humming sound:

"Master, I have found the relevant points, and they have been marked—"

Found them?!

Really found them?!

Garrett was overjoyed.

At his command, MOSS displayed dozens of light screens. These screens were actually semi-transparent cubes about one cubic foot each. Colorful and piled together, they nearly filled the entire central space.

Garrett these days was so sick of casting spells. A quick glance told him that these cubes were the feedback from "Distinguish Bloodline" in the meditation vision—

The cubes were arranged from top to bottom into four rings, neatly encircling the core of the Mage Tower. Each set of three-dimensional data had a position marked by MOSS:

From a horizontal view, the images at this position on each ring were identical. But from a vertical view, the four images were all different.

If Garrett wished, he could easily name them:

Type A, Type B, AB type, O type...

"The points have been found! This is what I need!"

Garrett cheered excitedly.

The next task was to continue to dissect "Distinguish Bloodline," find the part that could trigger the image of that spot, analyze it, package it—

And directly output the data!

The goal was for a spell to tell you directly, "This is Type A blood."

This spell usually isn’t very useful, but on the battlefield, in the face of great disaster, when urgent blood transfusions are needed, it is an unparalleled tool!

Success was close!

Keep it up!

Garrett, invigorated, swung his fist vigorously as he continued to work. Pulling out the record book, he flipped page by page to the corresponding section—

He had already conceived the plan for dissecting the spell. For so many days, after exhausting his spellcasting limits, he had buried his head in calculations countless times.

Those bouts of fatigue, those slight dizzinesses, those feelings of pushing his brain to the limit, had been his constant companions these days.

And now, it was time to verify!

"Distinguish Bloodline - Dissection 1," release!

Failure.

The scene reflected in the meditation vision was not the part Garrett wanted.

"Distinguish Bloodline - Dissection 2," release!

Failure.

Dissection 3, release...

Dissection 19, release!

This time it was right!

This time, the scene reflected included the area MOSS had marked!

Overjoyed, Garrett raised his right fist and swung it fiercely in the air.

This dissection reduced the magic consumption of "Distinguish Bloodline - Modified" from a high-tier level 1 to a low-tier level 1, cutting more than half.

And obviously, there was still room to continue dissecting. Garrett spread out paper and pens, and threw himself at the table, furiously calculating.

"Garrett! Garrett!"

"Huh?"

"Time to eat!"

"Oh... you guys go ahead, I’ll come soon..."

Garrett responded absentmindedly, lying on the table without lifting his head. Ink spread far and wide across the paper, numbers, formulas, and diagrams seemed to come alive, spreading from one sheet to another...

Footsteps came and went. The Mage Tower maintained constant temperature and humidity, with uniform lighting, always providing the most suitable environment for research. The good thing about this was that research wouldn’t be interrupted, the bad thing was, a researcher deep in thought could really starve to death at the table...

"Garrett!"

"Huh?"

"Open your mouth!"

A somewhat familiar voice. Garrett didn’t bother to distinguish, obediently opening his mouth. The next moment, a small bundle of something fragrant and warm was stuffed directly into his mouth

.

"Chew!"

Garrett followed the command, one action. Once, twice, three times. Mechanically chewing, mechanically swallowing. Ah, so dry, it felt like he was going to choke...

"Open your mouth!"

A straw was stuck into his mouth. Garrett stared at the manuscript in front of him, slurping and gulping...

Just like that, unknowingly being fed bite by bite, drink by drink.

Garrett’s gaze didn’t change, his hands didn’t stop moving, the only difference being his brain seemed to turn a bit faster now that it was supplied with blood sugar...

Hmm, should this part of the spell model be dissected horizontally, vertically, or split into four pieces from top to bottom, left to right?

Footsteps quietly receded. Andrew Lynn, carrying a golden skull, retreated to the next floor, facing his hopeful companions with a helpless shake of his head.

"How is it?"

Aurora stretched her neck to peek at the tray in the hands of the golden skull.

Unfortunately, the tray lid was tightly sealed, and without x-ray vision, she couldn’t see anything.

"He didn’t eat at all?"

You’ve never been this kind to me! When I’m so engrossed in reading that I forget to eat, you always just pull my ear!

Andrew Lynn shook his head with a smile. To his right, the golden skull patted its chest and made a gesture of "grab and stuff"...

"..."

"..."

The 181st use of a skeleton...

Anyway, in the Mage Tower, with everyone’s concerted care, Garrett’s line of research was finally not interrupted. These days, he was in a daze, feeling nothing but his research—

Staying at the core of the Mage Tower, sleeping when tired, grabbing whatever he could find when hungry, drinking any liquid he could touch when thirsty. When his mental energy was exhausted, he would stagger down to meditate.

Luckily, the "Endless Ink Pen" didn’t need to be frequently inked, otherwise, after these few days, Garrett’s lips would surely be black and unwashable.

Days passed by, one day, two days, three days, five days, until one evening after seven or eight days, everyone was under the tower looking up at the starry sky when suddenly there was a loud explosion from the tower top, earth-shattering—

Looking up, they saw Garrett, like a firework, crookedly bursting out of a window. As he flew upward, dancing and laughing loudly:

"I’ve done it! I’ve done it!!!"

Everyone: ...

Garrett, if you have the ability to fly like this, you have the ability to follow the example of the sages!

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