A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 910: Cirilla, You Want Me to Crossdress?!

Garrett dragged his heels towards the portal of light, each step slower than the last. Around him, the archmages looked on in surprise:

Why is he dragging his feet?

What is he hesitating about?

Oh, he even looks a bit troubled... What’s going on here? If it were any other young mage, they might have to hand over what they obtained to their mentor, but the Lord of Thunder doesn’t have such a problem, does he?

They didn’t know what was on Garrett’s mind at that moment. It felt as if his final thesis had suddenly turned into a final exam, and it was happening immediately.

No!

I’ve only reviewed half of the material!

Selecting magical items isn't about choosing the most expensive or the most powerful ones. The purpose is to enhance your strengths or, more importantly, to make up for your weaknesses—

And for this, one needs a thorough understanding and summary of their own powers.

Based on this foundation, you must understand what is most important for you, what can help you the most, and what spells can maximize your survival rate in times of crisis..."But I've only done half the review work!" Garrett wailed inwardly:

"The meeting is next Monday, which is still five days away! Five days!"

But no one sympathized with him. Now, here, he had to make a decision. There was no guidance, no outside help, no reference books...

Garrett walked forward slowly, trying to buy himself more thinking time. Just then, he heard the booming voice of the archmage in the purple robe above him:

"Miss Cirilla Moonlight Fress Greta... In the final battle, she charged into the magical storm alone and brought more than a dozen mages to safety..."

Cirilla didn’t wait for him to finish. She jumped up, hooked her arm around Garrett, and cheerfully marched forward:

"Come on, come on! Let's go pick!"

Alright, alright, anything that falls into the hands of Miss Silver Dragon always becomes straightforward—Garrett just hoped she wouldn’t get stuck in the treasure vault.

I can't drag her along.

Garrett thought gloomily. But in any case, the legendary mages who let a dragon into the vault should have made preparations, right?

They stepped into the portal of light. A new world opened its arms to them.

It was a dark, deep, and boundless world. In the pure blackness of the cosmos, various lights dotted the space, extending infinitely into the distance:

There were big and small ones, round ones, square ones, five-pointed stars, seven-pointed stars, solid colors, multicolored ones, those changing in seven colors, some still, some flickering...

So, this is the secret vault?

How do I get there, how do I pick? Just walk over?

There were no roads here... Not even solid ground beneath my feet... Should I fly?

Garrett instinctively turned his head. Cirilla was already eager, ready to cast a flying spell...

"Ah... Mage Nordmark, and Miss Fress Greta."

A gentle voice suddenly floated down. Garrett quickly turned back and saw a ball of light swaying towards them, emitting a continuous sound:

"I am the guide of Secret Vault No. 1. Mage Nordmark, in recognition of your contributions, you may choose one eighth-circle item, or two seventh-circle items."

The light orb brightened, spun in place, and scattered a stream of ribbon-like light tails. It moved directly in front of Cirilla:

"Beautiful lady, based on your contributions, you may choose one seventh-circle item, or two sixth-circle items."

Cirilla was stunned. What? I can take so little? Half as much as Garrett?

Why? I saved so many people!

She looked at Garrett, then at the light ball in front of her. Before Miss Silver Dragon could protest, the light ball quickly spoke again:

"Furthermore, the archmages you saved from the magical storm will express their gratitude to you separately."

So there will be additional rewards? Cirilla's mood turned from cloudy to sunny. Garrett coughed at the right moment:

"So, how do we choose?"

A red and a blue light spot flew out from the light ball, swaying, and stopped in front of them. Each light spot contracted, expanded, and turned into a button shape, each displaying a line of text:

[Table Mode]

[Real Scene Mode]

Both fingers pressed simultaneously. Garrett pressed the red button of [Table Mode], and when he turned back, Cirilla's slender finger had poked the blue button of [Real Scene Mode], exploding it.

In an instant, the distant, magnificent starlight rapidly approached, transforming into large and small light clusters. Some were the size of pigeon eggs, some as big as oranges, some as big as basketballs... They slowly rotated around them, each light cluster containing a treasure within.

Garrett casually glanced and saw a silver ring sleeping inside a fist-sized round light cluster, with its gem dyeing the light cluster ice blue;

In a melon-sized light cluster, a scroll was sealed, bound with colorful silk ropes. Inside the silk ropes, something was thrashing about, constantly swelling;

In an oval-shaped light cluster, about the length of a forearm, a detailed suit of armor was enshrouded, encrusted with countless tiny gems, shining brilliantly...

Cirilla let out a delighted exclamation, poking and prodding each light cluster, one by one. It was clear that this direct display of treasures was a dream come true for a dragon...

Garrett even suspected that if no one stopped her, she could spend a year or two in this vault, poking each light cluster for fun. Speaking of time, how long do they have to choose?

The vault guide timely spoke:

"Tap on the table or a light cluster to see more detailed information, including grade, characteristics, and attached spells. Mage Nordmark, Miss Fress Greta, happy selecting."

It emitted a crisp explosion sound, bursting into countless fireflies, and quietly left. Garrett called out to Cirilla, who was joyfully poking at the light clusters, but she didn't respond. He had to pull her arm:

"Cirilla, stop playing! We only have two hours!"

"Come on, let me look for an hour first!" Cirilla said while still poking around, her eyes glued to more light clusters. Garrett had no choice but to open the [Table Mode] screen and start searching one by one:

[Weapons]

[Armor]

[Magical Constructs and Other Puppets]

[Instruments]

[Tools]

[Scrolls]

[Potions]

[Materials]

[Curios]

A categorized table unfolded before him. Garrett randomly tapped on [Armor], and a sub-directory immediately expanded: Armor, Robes, Hats, Cloaks, Gloves, Shoes...

Tapping further in revealed various levels and styles of equipment. Garrett looked through them item by item, but not long after, he heard a shout from nearby:

"Garrett! Garrett!"

"What’s up?"

"Garrett, try this on!" Miss Silver Dragon came running towards him, holding a light, soft, and colorful garment:

"Try it on?"

Garrett was stunned. This vibrant, wide, flowing garment...

Cirilla, do you want me to crossdress?!

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