It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

Perhaps the bosses felt that it was beneath their dignity to argue in front of their apprentices, so they quickly sent Gretel away. It wasn't until the next day, when Elder Erwin took him to get the oak staff, that he informed him of his share:

"You get half of it. - Little guy, don't be too little. The cult paid 10 times as much as you, but you only got 30% of it!"

Oh oh oh, the technology I provided has also been converted into shares. The boss is very smart!

"It's just that you won't be able to see the money until next year at the earliest. Little Grete, the teacher has remembered your wishes. If you need money to study magic, tell the teacher!"

"Teacher, don't worry about money-"

Grete eats and lives in the Mage Tower, and has no place to spend money for the time being. Knight Ciro thanked him for ten gold coins, and after Knight Barron's wrist was cured, he thanked him for another fifteen gold coins. Gretel has a huge amount of money in his hands, and he doesn’t feel that he is short of money at all, and he has no sense of crisis:

"The important thing is that the cleanup work starts as soon as possible. Teacher, the slower you go, the greater the risk of the plague. You must be careful!"

"I got it! You're a kid, you don't have to worry about this!" Elder Erwin responded angrily, picked up Gretel, and jumped up to the treetop. Gretel wanted to speak, but was choked by the strong wind blowing in his face, so he could only remain silent.

The place Elder Erwin took him to was the hill where the servants of the God of Nature gathered every new moon night. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, countless oak trees, large and small, spread their branches and leaves, covering the sky densely. Elder Erwin carried him halfway up the mountain and put him down:

"Find a tree."

"What?"

Grete was at a loss. There are oak trees everywhere on such a big mountain. You asked me to find a tree without thinking? Teacher, at least give me a goal!

"The oak staff each of us uses is cultivated by ourselves from the beginning." Elder Erwin did not give him a hint. Instead, he stood aside, paused his stick, and slowly began to talk:

"A child who begins to receive instruction will bury an acorn in the open space and wait for it to take root and grow into a small tree. On the day he becomes an apprentice, he will, with the help of his teacher, turn the small tree into a wooden stick .

From then on, this wooden stick grew and fought with him, going through decades and hundreds of years of ups and downs. Until the end, return to this forest with the master..."

"Then I...?"

Gretel couldn't help but ask. Teacher, it takes several years for an acorn to grow into a small tree; forget about the apprentices who have been trained since childhood. Did you bring me here because you wanted to give me an acorn to use as an oak staff?

"Your situation is special. However, the Natural God Cult has been dealing with it for thousands of years. You go find an oak tree, and then I will tell you what to do next."

"How should I find it?"

"Look for it with your heart. Let go of your heart, feel, and listen, and you will find the oak tree that is most compatible with you."

So idealistic? Grete was stunned. Not to mention whether this feeling is reliable or not, even if it is reliable, I will follow my feeling——

Teacher, this is a slope! Are you sure I won't miss the mark and roll to the bottom of the mountain?

He looked at Elder Erwin longingly. Elder Erwin had a kind face, but looked at him unwaveringly. After a long stalemate, Gretel turned his head and climbed up to the top of the mountain with a sigh.

The same thing is to feel it. Sitting on the top of the mountain and looking down, maybe the coverage is a little larger?

He clambered to the top of the mountain, wiped his sweat, sat in the middle of the stone circle and began to meditate. One minute, two minutes... The effect is quite good, and the surrounding elements seem to be very active. Which tree is more reliable...

Sorry, he can't even see the trees in his meditation field of vision.

Grete was in trouble, and again, and again. He meditated calmly for minute after minute. Suddenly, a glistening green dot began to beat in his meditation field of vision.

It lights up and goes out, just like breathing.

Grete stood up as if sleepwalking. He followed the direction of the green dot, one step deeper and one step shallower. I don’t know how long I walked, and I don’t know if I fell or not—probably I didn’t fall, at least, I didn’t fall out of my meditative state—finally, I pounced forward and gnawed on the bark of a tree.

"...Bah, bah, bah!"

Gretel turned his head and vomited with a bitter taste in his mouth. After vomiting, I looked up and saw huge trees in front of me, blocking out the sky and the sun. Grete tried his best to stretch out his arms, trying to hug the tree trunk, but found that his arms were stretched to the farthest point, and the corners were still flat, almost as if he was lying on a wall.

...how big is this tree?

How many years have you grown!

"This is the oldest tree in the forest." A voice suddenly sounded from behind. Grete turned around in surprise and saw Elder Erwin leaning on an oak staff and looking at him with a complicated expression:

"Legend has it that before the first elder of the local deity died, he inserted the oak staff into the ground, and then this oak tree grew."

...How many years is that? A thousand years? Two thousand years? The life of an oak tree seems to be four hundred years, right? Forget it, in a world where there is magic and magic, don’t use the knowledge of past lives to trick you...

Grete turned back silently and looked at the big tree. Elder Erwin patted him on the shoulder: "Pray."

Pray... for what?

Who do you pray to?

To this tree?

Gretel was full of doubts, pretending to lower his head and clasping his hands on his chest. The sound of a curse sounded softly around him, and after a while, he was suddenly touched, and he stretched out his hands reflexively——

With a "pop" sound, a dark brown acorn fell heavily into his palm.

"teacher--"

Grete turned back in surprise. However, there was a rustling sound beside him, and Elder Erwin jumped up, his robes fluttering, and ran straight up the tree trunk. Xu fell quietly for a moment and handed Grete a ball of green:

"Mistletoe. Take it."

Gretel quickly took it. Elder Erwin picked him up again and brought him to the stone circle at the top of the hill. With a clang, he threw him a dagger:

"Saturate the acorn with your blood. Then wrap the acorn with mistletoe and bury it in the soil, hoping that it will grow quickly."

Grete obeyed without saying a word.

He squatted in the center of the circle, pressed his hands on the loose soil on the ground, concentrated on tracing - or imagining what the oak tree would look like rising from the ground.

There was silence all around, except for the rustle of the leaves in the summer wind. Unknowingly, a huge pressure accumulated in the air, and even the sounds of the surrounding birds disappeared.

Grete's vision suddenly went dark. His body was weak and his limbs were weak, as if something was sucking out his strength - at this moment, there was a slight movement under his fingertips, and a touch of green broke out of the ground, growing stems, raising its head, and spreading its leaves...

not enough!

I want more!

I want to grow!

Give me strength--

There was a greedy thought coming from that touch of green. Gretel was dizzy, his brain was spinning, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. It's not enough to drain me dry... You've only grown two leaves...

He said silently to the green sprout. A hand suddenly put on the back of his neck, and warm, huge power rushed down, turned in a circle, and then poured out from his fingertips. The green buds responded with a wave of joy, rustling and rising rapidly.

Grete knelt on the ground and watched helplessly as it grew above his head. The main stem grew from translucent to the thickness of chopsticks, to the thickness of a ballpoint pen, and to the thickness of the rim of a cup. Finally, seven or eight main roots pulled themselves out of the soil, and with a piece of light and shadow, silently retracted into the trunk——

"Take it." Elder Erwin picked him up, pulled the newly grown sapling, and put it into his hand:

"Here's your oak staff!"

Today is Friday. I don’t know if I can wait for the recommendation news at two o’clock in the afternoon...

I hope I can do another push before it goes on sale, put your hands together and pray

Please collect, recommend, and review books... I'm so sad that there wasn't even a single review for the last chapter...