Chapter 998: Gretel, do you want me to name your research institute?
With the opinions of two archmages, the research institute was built. When Gretel saw the prisoners of war being bundled and led in, he stopped making any protest. He just stood at the door and said, "Fortune Observation Technique."
] and [Detect Magic] are turned on in turn, pointing and prodding:
"This one is sick, send him to that row of houses."
"This one is about to die. Send him to the third row of houses."
"This is normal."
"Isn't this... the level too high? Knight or above will interfere with the results of the experiment! Take it over there!"
"Hey! Don't hit! - If you get hurt, it will affect the results of the experiment! No hitting!"
"This... hmm?"
This seems to be a clergyman?
Do we need to lock him up separately? Or ban his ability to cast spells? If he can pray and heal, it will also interfere with the results of the experiment...
Grete was very busy and kept giving pointers. On the other side of the door, Linn was holding a notebook, scrolling and writing. At his feet, Mr. Trocca was curled up in a ball, and he had gained a lot of weight...
Diego's hands were tied with a thick straw rope, and he walked step by step, step by step, to the gate of the institute with difficulty. Under the shouts of the indigenous warriors, he stood still, and ten people stood in a row, eagerly waiting for the verdict of their fate.
:
Is he going to die?
Will he die today?
One-eyed Ober died. During that battle, he was killed by an indigenous warrior wielding an ax made of stone;
Pablo, the gold-toothed man, died, being hit by a fireball falling from the sky, and was instantly scorched;
The idiot Tang Tuo also died. The guy who always screamed strangely, brandished a steel knife, and was the first to jump on other people's boats and kill them. He fled into the jungle in a panic and stepped on a snake. He was pulled up.
When, it won’t work...
On their boat, there were fifty or sixty people from the captain to the sailors, including him, only a dozen people survived and were taken by the natives and stuffed into underground cells.
Within a few days, their captain, boatswain and first mate were all dragged out. They were full of calculations on the ship, and the three strongest ones...
Captain and the others never came back.
The carpenter on the ship, the only person on the ship who could speak a few words of Aboriginal language, tentatively asked the guard guarding him. The answer he got was, "They! They were sent to worship the gods!"
"Sacrifice to the gods?"
"It's like being eaten by gods!" The guard grinned, and under the flickering torch light, he could see a pair of black and yellow rotten teeth, which looked particularly scary:
"Just give it to the gods - drag it to the top of the pyramid, cut open the chest with a knife." He gestured on his chest and sneered very maliciously:
"Tear out the heart, cut off the head, smash the head, and lift the skull to reveal the brain. The blood is mixed with corn tortillas to make rations for the gods... Don't worry, in a few days, it will be yours!"
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Among the people in a cell, some fainted on the spot, some yelled like crazy, some hit the wall... I would rather die in the cell than die in the mouth of the evil god!
If you are eaten by the evil god, you will not be able to ascend to heaven or return to the Lord of Glory!
However, Diego did not seek death.
It’s not that he thinks someone will come to save him, or that he’s looking forward to another turn of events. It’s because he still has a younger brother!
His poor brother Donner was two years younger than him and physically weaker than him. He had been stumbling around behind him since he was a child, following him to herd sheep and collect firewood. When he fought with other boys, he rushed up to them and was beaten badly.
He didn’t flinch even if his head was broken and bleeding...
Later, they boarded a ship together, came to the New World together, and became pirates together. They followed the captain to the Eagle Country together, and then they lost the battle and fled in embarrassment.
The younger brother had a broken arm and was bleeding. He couldn't grab food from others, but he didn't die - his younger brother didn't die, and he couldn't die either!
Like him, there were still seventeen or eight people in the cell who did not seek death. They were imprisoned for one day, one day, and one day after another. Finally, they were dragged out, ten of them in a string, stumbling and rushing out of the city.
After two days of arduous trekking, it turned into an even more arduous climb up the mountain. The weather was not too hot, but the sun was scorching. After only two days of exposure to the sun, layers of skin broke out on Diego's face, in some places.
I even got blisters from the sun.
Fortunately, the people who escorted them were quite merciful, or in other words, their purpose was to keep them alive. After walking for a while, they stopped and asked them to lie down by the stream to drink some water; after walking for another distance, they stopped again and lost one of them.
A tortilla.
If you walk slowly, you will scold, kick, and whip people, but you will not beat them to death...
Diego supported his younger brother, gave him water to drink, handed him tortillas, and pulled him up when he was about to stumble. These days of imprisonment and high-intensity trekking made Donner's arms swell even more.
Now, people are starting to have a fever and talk nonsense.
Many times, Diego had to drag him hard, drag him away, and avoid hurting his brother's broken arm. It's good to be where he is. I hope it will be better when he is there. Since he won't kill them before,
Then I won’t kill him now…
After stumbling and stumbling uphill and downhill, we finally reached our destination. Someone pointed and picked out some of them, while another warrior stood beside the team and raised his stone knife——
brush!
brush!
brush!
Knife after knife, the straw ropes connecting ten people were cut off. Some people were led to the left, and some were led to the right. As for Tang Na, he was picked out by the man at the door and pointed to the side——
"Donner! Donner!"
Diego rushed forward, but was kicked over by the soldier next to him and stomped to the ground. Suddenly, the man who singled out Donner said "Hmm" and raised his fingers:
A ray of white light fell. Donner's moans stopped immediately, and his red face softened a little. Diego breathed a sigh of relief, and then became horrified again:
pagan!
Pagan spellcaster!
Pagan devil!
Before he could figure out how to react, Tang Na was already pulled up and pushed in front of the pagan spell caster. The spell caster narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down, and waved his finger——
Then, Donner was pushed to Diego's side, and together with five or six people in the team, was pushed and pushed into a deep passage.
"You! You! You! Go in!"
"You! Go in!"
They were stuffed into different rooms one by one, or three or five. This time, the two brothers were roughly separated and stuffed into two adjacent rooms. The moment before the iron door closed, Diego threw himself at the door.
Go up and shake vigorously:
"Donal! Donal! How is it here?—What are you going to do to my brother?"
"I'm fine here!"
After a moment, the younger brother's voice, yelling with all his strength, came muffled through the thick wall:
"They put me in a separate room... There was a native next door, but he was separated from me by an iron railing and couldn't hit me..."
Diego breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he have the heart to turn his eyes and look around:
There was also a native in this room. He was locked in a pile of straw in the corner. His face was red and he looked very lethargic. In front of the straw, there was a water jug and a shallow pottery bowl.
There is a wooden barrel in the corner, maybe, maybe, it is used to collect excrement?
There were no iron railings or any obstructions between the two of them, it was just a distance that they could walk by raising their legs.
"You! Give him water! Give him food! Take care of him!" There was a clang, and at the bottom of the iron door, a half-foot-high small window opened, and two clay pots without any patterns were pushed in. One pot of water and one pot of water.
The mixture of corn and pumpkin is so mushy that it seems to be barely enough for two people.
There was another clang, the small window was closed and locked, and outside the door, someone shouted loudly:
"He dies! You die! He lives! You live!"
???
Are we put together just so that I can take care of that native?
In this case, why do we have to trek so long from the city to here? Wouldn't it be better to find a place on the edge of the city?
Diego was completely confused. But with his own life and his brother's life at stake, he could only roll up his sleeves and work honestly. He fed the native with water and food, and wiped his forehead with straw dipped in water.
, lest he be burned alive...
Different situations happened to different prisoners of war in a row of houses. Some prisoners of war were locked in a room, separated from the sick indigenous people by iron bars, and the breeze kept blowing from the indigenous side to the prisoners of war;
Some prisoners of war were kept with sick natives;
Some prisoners of war were locked in a room alone. The room was airtight, but the clothes and excrement worn by the indigenous people were everywhere;
Some prisoners of war were injected with the blood of sick natives - those who had just started to have fever; those whose fever had been relieved; those who had fever again and became seriously ill and even began to vomit blood; or those who gradually began to recover;
Some prisoners of war were separated from the sick natives by iron bars. The breeze blew from the prisoner's side to the native side. Mosquitoes, fleas, bed bugs or lice were quietly put into the room...
Each event has at least five groups and as many as ten groups. Level 1-2 professionals, level 3-4 professionals, knights and above, and rare spellcasters. People from the Glorious Holy See, indigenous prisoners of war captured by the mountains, everything.
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Gretel designed the experimental plan as complete as possible. Anyway, he has no shortage of prisoners of war, right?
"No wonder you can develop things like chickenpox and rabies vaccines." This is the first time Archmage Heins has observed Gretel's research method up close. After reading it again, he admired:
"The experimental design is so comprehensive that I can't even think of a better way - by the way, what are you going to do with these prisoners of war after they are used up?"
"We must cure them!" Grete replied without thinking:
"Using them for experiments is going too far. After they are infected, they must be cured! Well...after they are cured...it is impossible to hand them back anyway. After all the people have been cured, we can use them to sacrifice to the gods.
Too strange!"
"That's okay. Anyway, there are many other experiments to be done in the future." Archmage Heins nodded obediently. After thinking about it, he smiled and said:
"By the way, have you decided what to name this institute?"
"ah?"
Grete really never thought about it. Research institute? Isn’t this the only research institute in the entire Eagle Country, or even the entire New World? What other name is needed?
From now on, when we talk about "Institute of New World" or "Institute of Tropical Infectious Diseases," we should be referring to this one! If we need to name it to distinguish it, that is a matter for latecomers!
"I haven't thought about it yet? How about I give you a name?" Archmage Heins continued jokingly. Grete looked at him warily:
What name comes to mind?
Black Crow Swamp Institute?
Plague Research Institute?
No, I will not agree to such a name!
"Look, your research institute has just been established and has already saved so many people." Archmage Heins gave a suggestion lightly:
"Then, how about calling it [Umbrella Research Institute]?"
Gretel:!!!
Your Excellency, Archmage, do you want to wipe out the entire Eagle Kingdom?!
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