Chapter 107 Earned! There is a place to open a hospital!
"enough!"
Viscount Joan watched this moment with cold eyes and finally spoke up. He ignored Mrs. Deya who was crying bitterly, looked around, and concluded loudly:
"This plague was caused by the Roman knights' madness and blasphemy, which attracted the power of evil. The temple worked hard to purify and eliminated most of the evil, but a small part still leaked out and caused the plague - is there any objection?"
"Praise you for your justice." High Priest Horna, the priests of the Fountain Goddess, and Baron Vaughan and others who hurried over after hearing that the Viscount had returned to the city responded in unison.
"The temple of the Goddess of Spring neglected its duty of care and failed to completely purify the evil. The cost of treating this plague and appeasing the people are all the temple's responsibility!"
High Priest Horner agreed with a grimace - no matter what, it was better than the temple being punished by the gods.
Viscount Joan pondered for a moment, looked at the resentful High Priest Horner, and emphasized: "The Roman knights blasphemed the gods, betrayed the virtues of knights, and committed a major crime. - deprived of knight status and confiscated private property!"
No one raised any objection at the scene.
Mrs. Deya, the only one who screamed and cried bitterly, was deprived of the ability to speak by a magical spell from High Priest Horner, and was dragged out by the temple guards.
Viscount Joan turned his head and no longer looked at his old lover. He turned to Elder Erwin and the bald bishop and said kindly:
"Thank you both for this time. The people are still suffering from the plague, so it is not the time to celebrate. When the plague is over, I will make a special trip to hold a banquet to thank you for your hard work."
City Lord Qiao An kept his promise. Seven days later, the patients in the Glory Cathedral were completely cleared, and there were only a few patients occasionally appearing in the city. He held a banquet and invited all the prominent figures in the city.
Gretel was also dragged over. He reluctantly sat at the banquet, looked around, and almost laughed out loud——
The city lord's invitation list, in addition to the group of nobles who ran out together earlier, was actually the same people he asked the teacher to gather on the day the epidemic was discovered, every one of them was invited!
Food merchants, dye merchants, construction guild leaders, jewelers...
These people whose businesses are neither small nor big, and who would normally not be eligible to be invited by the city lord's mansion, are all sitting at the banquet, their faces blank, and even a little trembling.
Don't be afraid, I won't take advantage of you...
Gretel really wanted to say this to them.
However, he was sitting relatively far forward, far away from the merchants and craftsmen, and could only blink at them.
What a sin, the jeweler's eyes are all red. I seem to have heard that the Spring Water Temple locked him inside and asked him to make another microscope?
That's a big project. I don't know the magnification, the focal length, or even how to make the eyepiece and objective lens on the same axis. I don't know if the person who made it can make something usable?
Just as he was thinking wildly, City Lord Joan had already finished his toast and toasted to the three leaders of the cult. He turned around and came directly in front of Gretel, holding the wine glass.
"Grete Nordmark." He called Grete's name with a smile, and his tone was so cordial that it was a whole level better than that meeting on Midsummer Day:
"I remember you. Your father, Fred Nordmark, was a heroic knight. He died fighting against foreign enemies. I was very sorry. Fortunately, you have grown up safely over the years and have grown into a noble man.
Spellcaster—"
The Lord of the City talked non-stop, and Grete also put on a humble smile and was very supportive. Hey, it’s different after upgrading. When I was an apprentice before, I didn’t see you reminding me of my father...
"——By the way, last time you said you wanted to clean up the sludge and excrement in the city? What you said at that time was that this kind of mess would cause a plague?"
The Lord of the City suddenly changed the topic. Gretel suddenly came back to his senses and his eyes lit up:
"yes!"
"This is a good suggestion. I'm sure! - Nolan, I'll leave this matter to you!"
Captain Nolan's voice should be. Viscount Joan touched his chin and looked Gretel up and down. The more he looked at Gretel, the more satisfied he became: This kid has been upgraded too fast. He was nothing three or four months ago, and now he is nothing.
Already a first-level priest, um, with a first-level mage...
He tried his best to cough seriously and said seriously:
"In this plague, you have made great achievements again and saved the lives of hundreds of citizens. Well...what reward do you want this time?"
Is it time to settle the rewards again? Gretel is a little excited. He is happy, but he still maintains his rationality. He knows that he cannot open his mouth like a lion and lowers his head in a pretentious manner:
"Saving lives and healing the wounded is my duty as a healer, and I have nothing to ask for. If my work is approved by you, I hope you can give me a microscope - that thing that can see very small objects - so that I can better
Good service to you.”
"What kind of reward is that!" Viscount Joan laughed. He stretched out his fleshy right hand - this hand was once able to hold a knight's sword and fight on the battlefield, but now it is so fat that it can hardly close its fingers.
——patted Gretel on the shoulder:
"That object was made by you, and it belongs to you. Think again!"
Huh?
Earn a microscope for free!
Microscope! He asked the jeweler when he came. A magnifying glass costs 100 gold coins, and the eyepiece and objective lens cost 200. Plus various accessories and handwork, it can't be obtained without 300 gold coins... This is still the cost price.
Even though he is now an official mage, he still can't get it out even if he empty out his wallet...
Earn it!
Big profit!
Lord Viscount, you are such a good person!
Gretel almost jumped for joy. The corners of his mouth kept rising, still maintaining a humble posture, and whispered:
"If possible, I hope to be qualified to open a treatment center in the city. Like my teacher, I can diagnose and treat the poor and take care of their health..."
Open a hospital!
Recruiting a doctor!
Looking for nurses!
Spread medical skills, treat patients, and pave the way for your own upgrade!
To the Lord of the City, this request sounded like it was not self-serving but only beneficial to others. Viscount Joan was greatly moved and patted Gretel on the shoulder again:
"Gret Nordmark. You are a spellcaster with noble sentiments. I want people to praise you and reward your virtue. - Nolan!"
The captain of the city guard stepped forward again. Viscount Joan rubbed his fingers:
"Does Roman have several manors in his private property? Take one out, choose a house in the city, and transfer it together to Gret Nordmark's name!
I want everyone to know that I, City Lord Qiao An, will not treat those who have made meritorious deeds and have high moral standards!"
Wow!
There is room for a hospital!
The start-up funds are also available! It is enough to cover the entire manor and maintain the daily expenses of the hospital!
Next, only medicines, equipment, doctors and nurses are left!