It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1039. You are not allowed to accept magic from outside, otherwise, you will die?
Gretel took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
On such a big mountain, if you want to grow something, you can only rely on terraces. However, such vast, layer upon layer of terraces that flatten the entire mountain...
If it is a modern society, there are enough agricultural machinery;
In other words, even in a feudal society, there were enough oxen, plows, sickles and hoes...
A terraced field of this size will be opened soon. However, as far as what I saw yesterday, most of the spear tips of the soldiers who came to greet them were stones.
There is no metal for spear points, but you still want to have metal for fences? How did these people open up such a vast area of terraced fields with just their hands and feet, relying only on wooden sticks, stone axes and stone shovels...
Gretel sighed silently, and walked slowly closer to the old priest, even forgetting to ride a phantom pony to be lazy. Walking in the withered yellow terraces that had been harvested, he listened to the old priest pointing:
"This is a corn field... The yield of corn is actually not large, but a large amount of corn must be used to brew wine for sacrifices..."
Oh. You don't even have enough to eat, and you have to spend a lot of grain to make wine. You deserve to be famine. In the Year Without Summer, the kingdom issued a ban on alcohol.
"This is a bean field... plant beans this year, potatoes next year, and rotate..."
Beans fertilize the fields, and potatoes are good for consuming fertilizer. And he remembered seeing in his previous life that eating only corn and potatoes would cause a lack of certain amino acids, causing people to get pellagra, and beans just made up for this nutrition...
The balance of nature is so mysterious.
Grete nodded and walked across the field with an oak stick, one foot high and one foot low. The oak staff quietly grew short roots, inserted them into the fields, quickly pulled them out, inserted them again, and pulled them out again...
The invisible and formless magic power spreads quietly. Centered on the landing point of the oak stick, it penetrates deep into the soil and kills the pathogenic bacteria of potato diseases in a targeted manner.
Grete looked at it under a microscope yesterday. This fungus spreads by relying on spores. The vitality of spores can be quite tenacious. If it can lurk in the soil for several winters, Grete would not be surprised at all.
——The spores of Bacillus anthracis can still lie dormant for decades!
The old priest watched Gretel walk over step by step, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, but he remained calm. He accompanied Gretel through the entire field, and saw that everyone accompanying him was following dozens of steps away.
Slowly said:
"Dear Lin Xing, your magic... seems to have no visible effect?"
"Oh, of course." Grete deployed his mental power to control the range of the spell release, making sure that the killing effect penetrated more than half a meter underground. Hearing this, he said:
"It's just to kill some fungi. Why do we need such strong light and shadow? Or, if you need it, I can brighten the light so that everyone can see that the potato disease has been cured?"
Light and shadow, as well as visual effects, are also a very important part in spreading faith. Some people don't believe in the efficacy if they don't see various lights and shadows.
In Gretel's previous life, a place without supernatural powers, there were still many magicians who tried their best to toy with magic and create a lot of special effects. As for this world, the visual effects of magic are even more diverse.
Although Grete himself wanted to save every bit of strength and use it all for actual therapeutic effects. However, if the other party has needs, it is not impossible to satisfy them.
"Ah... No, no need." The old priest squinted his eyes and smiled, and deep wrinkles gathered on his face:
"You can just walk around like this. Let's be quiet, don't make any noise, and don't let anyone find out... let them think that you just walked around here..."
Huh?
Old man, you are very insidious!
Grete looked at the old priest with admiration. Although the previous exchanges had allowed him to see the flexible bottom line of the old priest's faith, this wave of remarks still surprised him. Don't make any noise, don't let people find out?
So I'm doing nothing for nothing?
Although I don’t care about working for free...but at least give me an explanation!
"Shh..."
The old priest raised a finger, pressed it on his lips, and blew a long breath. It seems that this gesture that means "silence" is used all over the world - he winked at Grete again and whispered.
smiled and said:
"The kingdom has a law that prohibits accepting treatment from outside priests. Otherwise, the outside priests, the people receiving treatment, and even the patient's family members will all die. The priests of this tribe will also be whipped."
So cruel?!
Gretel was shocked. He looked up and down, looked at the old priest, and then turned to look at the terraces:
People are not allowed to be treated, but what about the land? I have treated the terraced fields here and the potatoes that have been planted. Will all the potatoes be burned down, all the fields burned, or even dug out and thrown to the bottom of the cliff?
We can just leave. I hope the kingdom won’t trouble a Half-Step Legend for no reason. What about you? Stay here and be whipped?!
"Ah, it's more troublesome to treat people. It shouldn't matter to treat potatoes and fields." As if he could read the shock and concern on his face, the old man smiled at Gretel and shook his head:
"I'm just afraid that children will talk nonsense because they can save them a little trouble. Dear Lin Xing, your spell has almost no light and sound. This is great. Please continue!"
Therefore, the old priest asked him to help treat the diseased land despite the risk of being whipped. Gretel had a better impression of the old man. He leaned on the oak staff and walked forward step by step. After walking two blocks
Potato Field suddenly asked:
"Isn't this law too unkind? - If a family is sick and about to die, they are not allowed to receive treatment from outside priests. Do they want others to watch their family members die?"
"Ah, this law is not aimed at people like you." The old priest sighed longly. He walked beside Gretel step by step and looked to the northwest:
"Honorable Lin Xing, although you have always lived in the big forest, many tribes have legends about you. We know that people like you are friends and come with good intentions. But -"
He held his cane, stood upright tremblingly, and pointed in the direction of the sun:
"There, those robbers deceived our king and killed our compatriots - our kings and our priests fell under their swords in pieces, the magnificent palaces were demolished by them, and the solemn temples were destroyed.
They trample..."
Grete's face suddenly became serious. He knew that this matter was caused by the Glorious Holy See. Many years ago, the Glorious Holy See occupied the Storm Islands and the southern half of the New World.
Among the territories they occupied, there should be silver mines and gold mines that could stably produce precious metals, so much so that they needed to be transported back to the mainland every year; and in the past few years, they had obviously established new territories...
The time when the Parliament attacked the Treasure Fleet, if those gold plates, golden bowls, golden crowns, and golden staffs unloaded from the Treasure Fleet had not conquered a kingdom, Gretel would no longer believe it.
"Those robbers do the same thing every time." The old priest said angrily:
"Although our place is remote, we have heard of their methods. Every time, priests are sent here first, pretending to be here to help people and heal them. They will treat your illnesses and solve your problems.
, giving you all kinds of good things..."
Gretel nodded solemnly. It is true that some missionaries came to help the local natives with devout faith and guide them to convert to the Lord of Glory. They traveled in the wilderness, wandered through the miasma, and survived without regrets.
For example, the Pastor Martin whom I met on the Hermon Peninsula was so simple, sincere and kind that even if he was in a hostile force, he could not help but recognize the brilliance of his personality.
However, more missionaries have evil intentions. The better ones will explore the local terrain, climate, hydrology and production, and then come back to guide the army;
It's almost like that...who is that? Anyway, it's like a certain priest who hung up the street lamp. He colluded with the local evil god and ruined countless lives with a blanket carrying smallpox.
Such missionaries and pastors would be beaten one by one by the local indigenous kingdom, and they even strictly prohibited citizens from receiving their treatment. Grete actually... could understand it.
"They captured the capital and killed the king. The king's youngest son, along with the surviving nobles and priests, fled south to a place where they could not catch up. However, the entire kingdom was severely damaged..."
Having said this, the old priest let out a long sigh. He restrained his angry look, put his left hand on his chest, and bowed his head deeply to Grete:
"Honorable Lin Xing, I'm very sorry. I can't promote your achievements in the tribe. I can only attribute them to our gods. In fact, the gods who protect us have been very seriously injured. At this time, every word of piety
He looked up to the sky. Gretel raised his head along his line of sight and saw a condor spreading its wings and hovering on the top of the mountain:
"And our condor. When dawn comes, the condor carries our sun god on its back and rushes out of the horizon. Now, every bit of power is very precious to them, and there is really no way to give it to you."
Gretel let out a long sigh. Subconsciously, the cold voice of Dela Van Losia sounded in his ears:
"about to die."
Is the sun god dying?
The main god of their kingdom is dying?
Also, if the kingdom is attacked, how come the gods who protect it don't fight hard? And if they want to annex a kingdom, the Holy See of Glory will definitely send troops. Maybe there will be legendary masters in the expeditionary force...
That earth-shattering battle, in which several gods were injured, was really not an unusual thing.
"I understand. Thank you for informing me. I will try my best not to take action." He nodded seriously. After thinking about it, he still resisted the next sentence:
How can I help?
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