Chapter 249

Chapter 249

"The review board is really difficult to deal with."

After another hour of heated debate, both sides exited the meeting room. Garrett Nordmark or Garrett wiped his neck, feeling the dampness in his palm, realizing he was drenched in sweat.

Of course, negotiations—or rather, arguments—of this intensity were quite fruitful. He secured a laboratory, no, a mage tower!

With funding from the Magic Council and according to his request, they would rebuild the P4 laboratory! Garrett’s blueprint this time included four floors: sewage treatment, operational, piping, and air filtration!

And because it was decided to construct four floors with added magical defense and control, the review board decided to just build him a mage tower. As for expenses beyond the laboratory, such as constructing the tower’s energy pool and attuning the tower, those would be deferred, with the mage tower used as collateral, payable in installments...

And the Magic Council also gained something. Within six months, Garrett was obliged to explain the documents he provided, to teach and train the personnel dispatched by the council. Of course, the council’s students could not exceed 30...

If the council established a second P4 laboratory, Garrett had the obligation and authority to inspect and approve it. If it didn’t pass inspection, the laboratory couldn’t operate.

The compensation for these tasks was included in the construction costs of the laboratory, no, the mage tower, without additional payment.

Ah...selling an aircraft carrier for $1 billion, with additional costs for modifications, maintenance, personnel training, and weapon deployment, totaling $6 billion, the wisdom of a warring nation in his previous life was still useful... Garrett happily crossed his arms and hummed a tune.

Alright, now, he was waiting for them to produce the mage tower blueprints!

"This little guy is really difficult to deal with."

The protective and transformative mages exchanged wry smiles. After that round of negotiations, their days weren’t easy either; they too were drenched in sweat.

Garrett didn’t give an inch, even dared to slam the table in front of a group of senior mages, spouting incomprehensible terms one after another. Yet they sounded reasonable and the consequences were terrifying, astonishing...

"Don’t say that. Even a rabbit bites when cornered!"

The diviner shook his head with a smile, his gaze soft. The necromancer beside him frowned:

"Isn’t this a bit too much? Logically...regarding the incident in the City of Radiance, he should have been rewarded. But now it’s all been deducted?"

"Are you stupid?" Old Sam suddenly turned and glared at him. His gaze was sharp, almost shooting out sparks and lightning:

"Garrett is a healer! A healer!!! Which healer, after hearing that a plague they created killed tens of thousands, could still be happy? Did you see how anxious he was when the plague leaked a few days ago, how frantic he was? You think he’s one of you necromancers? —Let me tell you, even if he created those plague seeds, it’s not to harm people, it’s definitely to save them!"

He looked expectantly at Archmage Edgar:

"Can I buy this corpse? I’ll pay in gold! 100, no, 200 contribution points!"

Edgar: "..."

He heard about the review board’s affairs! When Garrett started bargaining, he was meticulous, not giving an inch! But now, he just casually spent 200 contribution points, without even blinking his eyes!

Do you know that 200 contribution points are almost equivalent to the annual income of a level 2 mage!

"A level 7 rogue’s corpse, officially priced at 500 contribution points." Edgar replied flatly. Garrett didn’t hesitate: "Deal!"

A corpse!

It’s been so long since I dissected one!

And it’s a corpse infected with multiple contagious diseases!

So what if it’s 500 contribution points, I can afford it!

Edgar originally wanted to say "If you give a couple of lectures, we’ll waive the fee", but now he felt too embarrassed to bring it up. He stepped aside to clear a path, gesturing for two skeletons to move forward and lift the ice coffin, asking Garrett:

"Do you want to dissect it here?"

"Absolutely not!—This has to be dissected in my laboratory! Otherwise, if the plague leaks, it’s over!"

"Alright, we’ll help you move it over. Can we observe the dissection?"

"Of course!"

And then, Garrett stood confidently in front of the dissection table in his laboratory, and with confidence, made the first incision.

...Which didn’t cut.

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