Chapter 632: Writing Papers, Writing Papers, What If the Word Count Explodes?
Building a Mage Tower is not an unreasonable request.
After all, a Mage Tower is every magician's dream and an essential part of their research process. Unlimited energy, computing power far exceeding the mage's own capabilities, and a completely personal space...
Unless you qualify to sit at the Tower of Heaven or enjoy the resources of its eight subsidiary towers, almost every mage desires to have their own Mage Tower.
It is more important than a girlfriend, no, even more important than a wife! Even if a wife can be lent out, a Mage Tower can never be lent!
The problem is... Garrett, you already have a Mage Tower... and it's a high-level one...
To apply for the council to build another one, even if you're willing to pay in full, with the help of senior brothers and sisters, you'd still have to wait a long time in line!
The senior brothers and sisters exchanged a round of glances. Finally, Grand Mage Byerbo hesitantly asked:
"Garrett... is this request temporary or long-term? If it's just for accumulating data during this period, you might consider buying a batch of mana potions to cope?"
The issue is, this need is long-term and ongoing. Garrett frowned:
"For each of my patients, if an examination is needed, I want to keep the records as accurately as possible... I used to rely on hand-drawn images, but hand drawings are never as precise as magical imaging... and it's best to have Tower Spirits assist in data analysis..."
Bringing all the patients to the Mage Tower for examinations is impossible. Besides X-rays, electrocardiograms, cardiac imaging, ultrasounds, if conditions allow, there will be CT scans and MRIs in the future!
Even a 3D ultrasound requires a tremendous amount of computing power!
Doing it all by oneself is impossible!
Requesting another Mage Tower is not easy. Unless one makes enough contributions—for instance, Garrett established the public health system in Nevis City single-handedly last time and received a Mage Tower as a reward.
Of course, part of the reason was that he single-handedly destroyed half of the Holy City of the Radiant Church, forcing the Pope to cast a major spell. The council couldn't reward him openly, so they secretly packed it in...
"It seems, Garrett, you can only work hard on your papers," after a long silence, Grand Mage Byerbo patted Garrett's shoulder:
"Write epoch-making papers, shock the entire council, and then use further research needs as a reason to ask them for a Mage Tower. If one paper is not enough, write two; if two are not enough, write three or five. As long as you write well and write a lot, the Mage Tower will come."
"Yes, high-quality papers can crush all opposition," Grand Mage Philby added with a grin:
"And your topic comes with its own attention—any mage, even if he doesn't marry or have children, has thought about it at some point. Moreover, among the eight legends guarding the peak, three are female mages!"
Being a woman herself, she knew too well how those legends would view Garrett's research. The excruciating pain of childbirth, any reduction would be good, let alone Garrett's research which could save lives!
Garrett accepted the task and left. Ah, a Mage Tower is not like buying a bottle of soda, where you can open the cap and get another bottle.
To want such a large thing, one's contributions must be significant...
Out the gate of the Tower of Heaven, turn left, head straight to the Sleepless Tower!
Let's see if the necromancers have any secret materials hidden!
The necromancers did indeed have them. Lynn's teacher, Grand Mage Edgar, while taking him to the library to search for materials, kept muttering:
"You should have come to us earlier... No place has more detailed records of human dissections than we do! From two to three thousand years ago to now, we have it all!"
Talking as they walked to the depths of the library. After greeting the Tower Spirits and verifying his identity, Grand Mage Edgar began to grumble, tossing materials into Garrett's hands one by one:
"Here, these are dissection records and illustrations from the 'Book of the Dead'..."
"This is the 'Law of the Kings' from the Numa Dynasty on the continent two thousand years ago, which stipulated that the fetus must be removed from the body of a deceased pregnant woman before burial, or it would violate the fetus's right to life... You can find the specific article yourself later..."
"This is a case from the Radiant Church about a hundred years ago, where a physician was hanged for not removing the fetus from a deceased pregnant woman... Tsk, the charge was blasphemy?"
Garrett peeked at it from the side. The Radiant Church mandated that the body must undergo a cesarean section to remove the fetus for baptism. Refusing to do so meant the fetus's soul could not be saved...
"If they don't save people while alive, but cut them open for baptism after death," he couldn't help but mock, "what's the point of it?"
In the end, Garrett carried a pile of materials and happily returned to his Mage Tower. Grand Mage Edgar accompanied him to the entrance of the Sleepless Tower, reluctantly parting:
"If you need materials, remember to come to us! We have plenty of illustrations! You can even borrow bodies if you want!"
After rummaging around, he even found a paper reporting 14 successful cesarean sections on living pregnant women...
But unfortunately, this paper was not written by the surgeon himself, it was all hearsay, so its authenticity was questionable. It could be used for historical review but not as evidence.
Digging further, he found a case where the fetus survived, but the mother died of massive bleeding... Wait, no healing spells? Besides necromancers, were there no other spellcasters present?!
Garrett sadly realized that his thinking had infinitely aligned with this world... Even in his previous life, various surgeries had no divine spells...
No matter what, the materials unearthed from the Black Crow Swamp were rich enough for a good paper. Garrett buried himself in writing, starting from the origins and historical development of cesarean sections. As he wrote...
"Oh no! The word count exceeded!"
Just the retrospective review was enough for a full paper. Note that each paper in "Arcane" is limited to no more than eight pages...
"Forget it, the matter of editing and refining can be dealt with later, let's finish the paper first! MOSS, bring me the medical records from Shelf No. 3!"
"Yes, Master!"
The study room returned to silence, only the rustling sound of the Endless Ink Pen scratching the paper could be heard.
At the weekly meeting half a month later, the Lord of Thunder looked at the stack of papers Garrett presented and uncharacteristically blackened his face. Above his head, thunder and lightning flashed, and thin white light danced on his monocle.
"Are you trying to fill up 'Arcane'? Even if an entire issue of 'Arcane' were dedicated solely to your papers, it wouldn't be enough!"
"Hehe..."