Simon practiced the magic doctor badge in the basement for a whole afternoon, and did not finish his practice until more than six o'clock in the evening.

Then he dug out the blood-colored metal ball and found that magic energy appeared again on the blood-colored metal ball.

This shows that this thing can really recharge automatically.

Simon is very happy. With such an auto-charging item, he doesn't have to buy magic items, which will save him a lot of money.

After sucking the magic energy, Simon walked out of the basement.

The three dogs immediately cheered and were finally liberated, and then dispersed in a hurry, running out and rolling around.

"Simon, look at what the robbers have done." Cheekwen gripped his trouser legs with a resentful expression, which had several holes.

"You messed with them?"

"Why, I only go to mess with the three devil kings when I'm sick."

"They can't bite your pants for no reason."

"Chekwen wanted to go down to the basement, but the three dogs bit his pants and dragged him away." Orissa said beside him.

"Then you deserve it." Simon spread his hands.

"It's my bad luck."

"Simon, come and have a look, my new design." The little old man greeted Simon excitedly.

"The old man's energy is really good. He has been painting for an afternoon without resting at all." Chekwen also followed and flattered.

The old man ignored him, pulled Simon, and discussed his work for the afternoon.

Simon looked at it seriously and nodded, already very oriental.

"The exterior of the building is no longer a problem, but the interior design will be more complex and difficult," Simon said.

"I also think it's pretty good, but there are still a few places I'm not satisfied with. I'm going back and I'll polish it up a bit, and try to finalize the external design in the next few days. Then I'll work on the internal design."

"Okay, I will write some details about Oriental interior design in the past few days. Let's stop here today, and I'll cook for everyone first."

Simon was busy with another dinner before sending the little old man and Cheekwen away.

Then he entered the basement again to practice, and waited until someone from the ninth round came to pick him up.

It was about nine o'clock when Donald came and picked up Simon for the ninth inning.

This is the second time he has come to the ninth innings, but the last time he just walked through the scene in a hurry, it can't be counted.

There are very few people in the huge nine innings, and there are only two or three people along the way.

"Donald, have everyone in the nine innings got off work?"

"The working hours of the ninth bureau are divided into two shifts, and there are a lot of people at night, but most of the field staff work outside. The staff in the bureau is a little less. I will take you through a special channel, so you can appear here. All the passages are high-level people in the ninth inning." Donald said.

Simon nodded and followed Donald down the basement consultation room.

Looking at the mechanical equipment in the consultation room, there is a kind of sci-fi flavor, which is particularly novel. Eye-opening for Simon.

"The chief has arrived," Donald said.

Simon looked forward, Stellan was standing at the door of a consultation room at the moment, and there were several doctors in white coats, including an acquaintance, Dinklage.

Dinklage saw Simon and waved to him.

"He's the magician, Simon Gust?" said an old man in a white coat, who was the best magician in the ninth round, Zeka.

And another middle-aged man in a white coat is also a magic medicine apprentice in the ninth round, called Duke Bray.

A total of three magic medicine apprentices came in the ninth round.

"So young, is he really still a magician?" Duke Bray frowned, like everyone else, he didn't believe that such a young Simon was an official magician.

"The director has personally certified it, can it still be fake?" Dinklage glanced at him and said.

"He is too young, even if he is an official magician, I don't think he has the ability to treat Dirk Knight." Duke Bray said lightly.

"Don't you think, you are just a magic medicine apprentice." Dinklage snorted coldly, it seemed that he was at odds with this Duke Bray.

Stellan frowned at Duko Bray's words.

"Okay, everyone is here, you can see if you have the ability. Besides, many knights have been treated by him in the ninth round, and the effect is very good. They must have the ability." Zeka spoke, Duke Bray Close your lips, don't speak.

"Simon, let me introduce to you, these three are magic medicine apprentices from our ninth innings. You are from the same path, so let's get to know each other." Strand smiled and introduced the three magic medicine apprentices.

"Director, the introduction is not necessary. The condition of Knight Dirk is relatively serious. Let him treat Knight Dirk immediately. If it doesn't work, he must immediately send it to the Mechanical Academy." Duke Bray spoke again.

Let Simon frown, this guy doesn't seem to welcome him.

But it doesn't matter, you don't want to know me, I don't want to see you yet.

Not only is Simon unhappy, other people are even more unhappy, especially Zeka, he really wants to know Simon, and wants to get the method of advanced formal magic doctor from him.

"I finish my work earlier, and I'll go back to bed earlier." Simon said indifferently.

"Old Dirk is in this consultation room." Stellan pointed to the consultation room next to him~lightnovelpub.net~ opened the door, and a group of people filed in.

Simon watched old Dirk fall asleep in a more complicated sink, looking at this mechanical device from time to time, full of curiosity.

"Dinklage, this device can cure magical pollution." Simon asked Dinklage beside him.

"Of course, the liquid inside is a neutralizing liquid, which can neutralize the magic energy in the body, and the effect is very good." Dinklage introduced Simon to the use of these mechanical devices.

Duke Bray looked at the country bumpkin in the same eyes: "Don't delay the time, delay another second, the Dirk Knight will be in danger."

"He's close to old Dirk?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Then why is he in such a hurry? Does he have a grudge against me? But I really don't want to know him." Simon asked in a low voice.

"He's just such an annoying virtue, ignore him." Dinklage whispered back.

"So it is."

Zika they drained the fluid in the sink, and then slowly cleaned the tubing and wires on him.

Move old Dirk out of the sink and put it on the operating table in the consultation room.

"Okay, leave it to me next. You all go out." Simon took out the silver needle bag in the medicine box and waved at the crowd to let them leave.

"Consultant Simon, can we stay here to watch your treatment process." Zeka asked politely.

"That's not good, I don't like someone next to me when I'm treating." Simon waved his hand.

"Hmph, isn't it just acupuncture combined with the treatment of life magic energy? It's not a secret, there's nothing to hide." Duke Bray snorted contemptuously.

"Since you are so good at it, why stay here, be quick, go out quickly, and stay where it is cool."