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Chapter 120

Garrett Nordmark is naturally still a first-level mage.

Moreover, up to this point, he hasn't touched the threshold for leveling up, and his ntal power hasn't reached the limit of level 1 yet. Garrett is not in a hurry. He slowly polishes the image of himself in his ditative vision, bone by bone, ticulously sketching:

The benefits of being a novice mage at level one have been used up, and the energy given by the teacher when planting the oak staff has also been exhausted. What cos next is ticulous work, and there's no rush. A few bones a day, encountering complex bones like the hip, ditation can only be completed for one piece.

Until now, Garrett's ntal power has only constructed 80 central axis bones and 64 upper limb bones. As for the 62 lower limb bones, less than half are completed.

Perhaps after completing the entire skeleton, my ntal power can advance to the next level? Garrett speculates. Besides this, he is anxious about one thing:

When can I return to the hospital?

Teacher, you sent

to hide in the mage tower, when will you let

out? I've completed all the experints! The papers are also written! The microscope paper, the burning hand paper, and the paper on sterilization, all done! If I don't return to the hospital soon, I won't have the conditions to conduct so many experints!

The teacher's summons ca quickly. In mid-September, after Garrett had improved the burning hand for half a month, Elder Elwin Wilkinson sent a ssage to the mage tower:

The followers I found for you have arrived. Co and et them.

Garrett swiftly entered the city. Dismounting at the entrance of the hospital, at first glance, he saw a big man standing next to the teacher.

Elder Elwin Wilkinson is already considered tall, but the man next to him is at least a head taller, conservatively estimated at two ters. It's already deep autumn, and Garrett is wearing a thick jacket, while the man is bare-shouldered, with a beast skin draped over his shoulder. A necklace made of the fangs and claws of fierce beasts hangs on his bare chest, and below the pendant, eight clearly defined abdominal muscles are displayed.

The only weapon on his entire body is the big stick in his right hand. Garrett looked closely and beca increasingly silent. The stick is more than half a head taller than its owner, with a diater as thick as the owner's upper arm. Looking at the shape of the end, who knows if it's a thigh bone from so wild creature.

Is this a barbarian? It's quite obvious that he's a barbarian, right? Teacher, can soone like him be my follower? If I can't afford to feed him, will he eat ? Can barbarians communicate normally?

Garrett really wanted to ask this, but he didn't dare in front of the giant. The giant, however, spoke with a buzzing voice:

"Are you Garrett? Can you feed ?"

What, feed you? Big brother, is your only request to be fed?

Garrett discreetly glanced at the teacher as much as possible. Seeing Elder Elwin Wilkinson nodding with a smile, he boldly replied:

"If I have enough to eat, you'll have enough too!"

"Alright! Bernard is with you! Let's eat!"

The group entered the tavern in a grand manner. Well, "grand manner" mainly refers to Bernard, the giant over two ters tall, who walked in with an earth-shaking montum. As soon as they entered, Bernard raised his voice and shouted:

"Bring out the food! Bring out the delicious food! Bring out the at!"

"Get a whole roasted lamb, a roasted chicken, and a barrel of beer," Elder Elwin Wilkinson added quietly behind him. The waiter's eyes lit up, responding loudly:

"Alright!"

The roasted chicken quickly arrived. Elder Elwin Wilkinson cut off two chicken legs and placed one in front of himself and one in front of Garrett. The rest were all handed over to Bernard. Just as Garrett took a couple of bites of the chicken, he saw Bernard picking up the roasted chicken and crunching it, crunching it...

More than half of the roasted chicken, including the bones, disappeared without a trace, all swallowed by the giant's gaping mouth.

Garrett sweated.

Garrett sweated a lot.

Garrett sweated profusely.

Big brother, swallowing bones like this... be careful of chicken bones getting stuck in your throat! If it pierces the esophageal wall and hits an artery, I won't be able to save you!

After devouring more than half of the roasted chicken, the waiter carrying the beer barrel returned, only halfway back. Bernard decided to pick up the beer barrel himself, slapped it with one hand, and carried it over. The oak beer barrel, more than half his height, looked as light as a straw in his hands.

"Boom!"

The barrel fell, dust rose, and the seats around also shook three tis. Bernard grabbed two wooden cups, gurgled, gurgled, gurgled, filled them with beer. Garrett was happy that there were only two cups of beer, and he wouldn't have to drink, but then he saw Bernard picking up the beer barrel and gulping it down, gulp, gulp, gulp...

Isn't this beer mine?!

Garrett frowned at the cup in front of him. This thing's mouth is bigger than his face, and its body is taller than his forearm. Is this a small barrel? Can he hold it up? Should he enhance himself with the strength of a barbaric bull? No, the strength of a barbaric bull is a second-level magic, and he can't learn it yet...

Besides, he doesn't know how to drink. He won't drink in this life, and he didn't drink in his past lifesurgeons can't drink. Even if he could drink, drinking this cup would exceed his stomach capacity, right?!

Elder Elwin Wilkinson, seeing his disciple's dilemma, couldn't help but smile. He reached out gently, moved both wooden cups in front of himself, and signaled the waiter:

"A glass of grape wine.

No, make it a glass of mint water. And bring so white bread and a plate of nuts. Roasted lamb, hurry up!"

"No problem! Please wait, dear guests!"

Ordering a whole roasted lamb is a big deal. It took a while for the innkeeper to co back with a waiter, personally carrying a whole roasted lamb. Elder Elwin Wilkinson took up a long knife, cut off a leg of lamb, and pushed the remaining half towards Bernard. Then he turned to look at Garrett, picked up the lamb leg, and stabbed it directly into his plate.

Is this whole leg for ?!

Garrett instinctively leaned back. Little did he know, the long knife in front of him flickered, one piece, two pieces, three pieces... Three pieces of lamb fell into the plate, followed by the leg, steadily returning to the elder's plate.

Garrett breathed a sigh of relief. He ate this carb-overloaded, fat-protein-excessive, severely deficient in vitamins and plant fiber lunch slowly, accompanied by mint water, bread, and nuts, and belched lightly. Across from him, Bernard was still eating heartily, with sheep oil

and light red at juice dripping from the corners of his mouth, saring his beard everywhere.

The lamb spine and ribs had completely disappeared. Bernard, with a leg of lamb in each hand, was eating enthusiastically. Garrett quickly glanced at his waist. Eight abdominal muscles were still eight abdominal muscles, but the barrel of beer and half a roasted lamb seed to have disappeared without a trace...

Can I really afford to raise this guy...

Garrett was once again at a loss. Elder Elwin Wilkinson leaned over to him quietly:

"Bernard is from the Northern Glacier. A few years ago, when I was traveling outside, I saved half of their village when they were in trouble. At that ti, we agreed that when I needed it, they would send warriors to serve

for ten years. During these ten years, just feed him, you don't need to eat this well usually. As for armor and weapons, take a look and decide."

Understood, mainly bread for daily als, occasionally bring at for a feast. Garrett eased his mind a bit:

"Teacher, what about the salary?"

"Why do you think the warriors from the Northern region need a salary?

Of course, if their village is short of food any year, give them a few dozen gold coins to buy food!"

Writing about this barbarian, I don't know why it was written so happily, probably because I can't eat at as heartily as he does (not at all).

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