Garrett Nordmark carefully tested forty to fifty different bats one by one.
The fur-winged bat... the frequency is not high enough.
Mountain bat, still not high enough.
Tail-hugging bat, the frequency is still a bit off.
Little chrysanthemum-headed bat... this one has a really low frequency! Just lazing around?
Garrett continued experimenting with each type. This time, he didnt increase the intensity of the ultrasound, saving energy but requiring more mental focus. Fortunately, echo magic was still at the apprentice level, allowing him to use it around twenty to thirty times a day. The next day, he found the bat that met the requirements.
Short-eared blood-sucking bat...
Garrett finally showed a pleased expression. The bat in his hand turned into ashes silently, and in his meditative view, the liver, gallbladder, kidneys of the rabbit... one by one, took shape through the feedback of ultrasound.
The gallbladder outline was clear, the edges of the liver were sharp, and even the vascular structure inside the liver was outlined in a simple manner in his meditative view.
Garrett clenched his fist and waved it with force. It had been over half a year since he left those convenient testing methods behind, and now, after X-rays, he had managed to create a diagnostic tool using his own power!
Although the images he saw now were quite primitive, lacking instruments to receive signals, automatically calculate, and convert into images, with no M-mode ultrasound, spectral Doppler, or color ultrasound, and the images in his meditative view were different from the ultrasound images he had seen in his previous life...
But these were all things that could be overcome!
Taking the first step, and from now on, he could move forward step by step!
As he clenched his left fist, ashes dripped through his fingers. Garrett looked at the remnants of the blood-sucking bat in his hand with a troubled expression.
This short-eared blood-sucking bat was a bit too large, even with its wings folded, he couldnt grip it with one hand.
Moreover, it was just too ugly, with a pair of long fangs that made it look intimidating. Imagining holding this large and ugly blood-sucking bat in one hand while smiling reassuringly at a patient during an examination...
Garrett imagined it himself and felt that if he were the patient, he would desperately jump off the examination table and run away.
Lets think of another solution! At least, remove the unnecessary parts and make it smaller?
Garrett picked up the next bat. Scissors, scalpel, he divided the bat into different parts for further experimentation. The experimental record book on the desk gained new entries line by line.
In the second experiment, using only the head, the ultrasound frequency increased slightly. Good news!
In the third experiment, using only the throat, there was no ultrasound image feedback. Could it be that bats dont make sounds with their throats, or is it necessary to use the bats brain to process the images?
In the fourth experiment, using only the bats brain, miraculously, the ultrasound frequency did not decrease, and the image feedback remained the same. It seemed that at least for this echo magic, it recognized that it could emit ultrasound without using vocal organs.
In the fifth experiment, using the longitudinally sliced left half of the bats brain, there was no ultrasound image feedback.
In the sixth experiment, using the right half of the bats brain. Same as the fifth experiment.
In the seventh experiment, using the horizontally sliced upper half of the bats brain. There was a slight ultrasound image feedback, but it was very blurry.
In the eighth experiment, using the lower half of the brain. The results were the same as the seventh experiment.
In the ninth experiment... well, there was no ninth experiment, the bats were used up.
"Bernard! Lets go buy more bats on the street! And lets have a good meal!"
Garrett and the barbarian walked one after the other on the streets of Nevis City. Thick clouds covered the sky, and the sound of rain pattered, making the dusk almost as dark as night. The shops along the street had already lit their lights, warm yellow, bright white, and colorful lights spilled out of the windows, making the entire street vibrant.
Bernard carried a basket of bats, walking behind Garrett, and casually held up a large umbrella. The umbrella had a frame almost as tall as a person, but with the size of a shop awning, he held it effortlessly and even tilted it forward to cover Garrett securely. Garrett was happy to have less trouble, with both hands in his pockets, walking while glancing around.
Such a style naturally attracted attention. Just half a street had passed, and someone on the opposite side waved, "Garrett! Is it Garrett?"
Garrett smiled, raised his arm, and waved to the other side. The barbarian lifted the umbrella high enough, and Garretts arm extended straight without touching the umbrella.
People across the street who called him were also familiar faces. It was the young man with golden hair who was late with him, reprimanded by the teacher not to enter the classroom, the first level mage in the training class.
During this time, Garrett often studied in the library with them, becoming somewhat acquainted. Meeting on the street , calling each others names without difficulty, and not even realizing they were classmates showed how much time had passed.
Like last time, Anthony was still followed by several young men and women, but the number had reduced to five or six. Seeing Garretts response, Anthony dodged left and right, ran through the traffic, and said:
"So rare to see you, Garrett! What brings you here?"
"Shopping and dinner." Garrett gestured to the barbarian holding the wicker basket. Anthony nodded and pointed to a brightly lit three-story building not far from the street:
"Join us? Corwin also broke through today, lets celebrate!"
Garrett hesitated slightly. He had no problem, but Bernard... Bernard could eat the portion of these people alone, and maybe double it. Anthony followed Garretts gaze and brightened up:
"Your follower? To have such a strong warrior with you, youre really impressive! My father cant find a follower above level 5 for me!"
They finally entered the restaurant together. Anthony chose a high-end restaurant, pure white on the outside, and each Roman column at the top was decorated with carefully crafted sculptures: climbing vines, plump grapes, and drooping ears of wheat. The marble floor was reflective, connecting the patterns in a way that seemed as if the stone had been cut.
As they walked in, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glowing not from candles but from silver rods that emitted a constant lighting spell. The tablecloths had various embroidered patterns, with silver-bordered white porcelain plates, transparent glass cups, bottles of salt and pepper, each one shining brightly.
Anthony led the way, curiously looking at his invited guest. A first-level mage who could publish papers in "Arcane" was undoubtedly someone worth attracting, but he still wanted to test the others value. Hmm, I heard that this guy is from a small rural area...
However, the others reaction was somewhat unexpected. The barbarian had been looking around from
the moment they entered, picking up a silver plate and flipping through it curiously, even wanting to pinch and test its authenticity. Garrett, on the other hand, just glanced casually, showing no surprise, as if these things were commonplace.
So, behind Garrett, theres a grand mage?
Anthony speculated and became even more enthusiastic. When the waiter brought the menu, he personally handed it to Garrett and opened it, warmly recommending:
"The signature dish here is foie gras..."
Garrett remained calm.
Its fatty and greasy, with no special qualities other than a pool of oil when bitten into. He didnt particularly like it... for Western cuisine, ox tongue and codfish were more to his taste.
However, since it was recommended, he ordered a serving.
Not long after, the dishes arrived. The oily foie gras lay on toasted bread, topped with a lemon slice. Garrett casually cut a piece and tasted it without saying anything. The two mages next to him were dissatisfied:
"Boss, this foie gras isnt fatty enough!"
The boss hurried over. Even the head chef with a tall white hat came out with a smiling face:
"Esteemed guests, this goose was personally picked by me and is the fattest in this batch. If youre not satisfied, you can personally pick one, and Ill make another one for you. I wont charge a penny more than this one if the goose is fatter!"
"Deal!" The first complaining mage stood up immediately. Anthony glanced at him, hesitated, but still stood up. One after another, the mages at the table stood up, and Bernard was still busy chewing, only stopping when Garrett pulled the lamb leg from his hand.
The group followed the boss downstairs and circled a few times to reach the backyard goose pen. The mage who had initially claimed, "Ill pick one myself," took a look inside and immediately froze:
Each one was fluffy, quacking, and almost equally large.
Which one was fatter?
All of them looked equally fat!