Chapter 1849 Gretel: I don’t care who writes the letter, I only care
Chapter 1856 Grete: I don’t care who writes, I only care who doesn’t (please vote)
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Gretel really didn't know that there were so many nobles in the kingdom.
Yes, he performed a cesarean section on the Queen, attended the kingdom's celebration banquet, and met many nobles. But so what?
He basically doesn't know anything about the names of nobles, their fiefdoms, the characteristics of each family, how strong they are, and what their representative figures are...except for those he has dealt with head-on and talked to!
"The Earl of Lancashire...the Earl of Waterford...the Duke of Gloucester..." Grete held a stack of glittering envelopes and placed them on the huge map.
Put one up, look for it for a long time, place another one, and look for it for a long time. At the same time, you have to keep searching in your memory to solve the problem of different titles and county names, and at the same time, you have to endure Serrela's interference:
"Gold! Gold! Wow, this is also made of pure gold! It's so rich to use pure gold as stationery! Mine! - Hey, this is just parchment inlaid with gold..."
"Serila, why don't you do it..." Gretel finally gave up and lay back:
"I don't want to know who has written, I just want to know who hasn't written..."
On another table in the study, Lynn, Aurora, and Mr. Norwood gasped silently at the same time.
Look, look, this is the temper of the superior. This is just a letter. If Grete has any important celebration, such as a wedding or something...
"I don't want to know who gave gifts, I just want to know who didn't give gifts..." If you throw this sentence away, it would be really scary...
"I don't want to deal with this!" Faced with the huge workload, the shiny golden letter paper immediately lost its appeal to Cerira. The silver dragon girl casually threw away the envelope in her hand:
"Just do it to whoever wants to do it! Just a little bit of gold, huh!"
Anyway, it will be mine in the end... As long as it is the gold in the Mage Tower, as long as I see it, as long as I want it, it will definitely be mine!
Gretel looked helplessly at Cerela's back as she rushed out, shook her head, and began to consider whether to let MOSS do the job or trick Ashu into doing it. Mr. Norwood had already walked over with a smile:
"Forget it, let me do it. Give me three more days. After three days, I will compile a table with maps for all the letters I have received!"
He gently raised his hand, and all the envelopes and letter papers on the desk floated up and followed him out. From a distance, Gretel heard him shout:
"Leo! Luna! You two put these things in order-"
Yes, it’s also about sending disciples, sending students, and sending them down one level at a time. Grete shrugged:
No matter who does it, in short, just give him an answer. Based on the answer, he can decide how to deal with it later...
On the fourth day, there was indeed a big map spread out in front of me. On the map, 52 counties were marked with different colors and separated from each other;
Each county has high and low flags. The red flag is the largest and highest, representing the nobles with the most power in the county;
The blue flag is smaller and lower, representing the viscounts, barons, and smaller nobles in this county.
Then, in order to satisfy Gretel's request of "I just want to know who hasn't written a letter," the students specially made white flags and planted them in the counties where the largest nobles in the county had not written.
At a glance, there are dots of stars, and there are about a dozen white flags...
"It looks like there are a lot of them." I didn't know, but I was shocked when I saw them. The scale of the flags on the map was much more shocking than the piles of letters. It was so shocking that Gretel didn't want to reply to the letter or talk to him.
Dealing with those nobles.
Master Norwood crossed his arms and complained:
"That must be a lot! If a duke or earl family doesn't have a Heavenly Knight to control the situation, it will definitely be replaced for at most two hundred years;
A viscount family must have at least one person above level ten;
Even the baron family is embarrassed to have few knights?
Besides, there must be three or five nobles who compete with the royal family and have legendary old monsters in their families. There must be at least a dozen other nobles who want to cultivate strong men to become legends or something..."
Gretel: "..."
So annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying, so annoying. Gretel held his head and fell down on the sofa. He finally understood that in his previous life, those big guys, academicians, and even the expert directors of top tertiary hospitals only had more than ten medical bills a day.
How does this number feel:
Just like him now, if he wants to ensure the treatment effect, he can actually only process one number a day. If he puts out one number a day, how long will it take to deal with the flags all over the map?
next year?
Or the year after tomorrow?
No one has promised him that there is only one person from each noble family who needs to deal with it!
"Mr. Norwood, if I let scalpers sell my account now, how many gold coins can I get for my account?"
In his previous life, it was said that Concorde Expert Accounts, which cost 300 yuan each, were sold for 6,000 yuan... If his current account can't be sold for less than 6,000 gold coins, wouldn't the price drop a bit?
"Scalper? What scalper?" Mr. Norwood was a little confused:
"Golden cow? Rock-armored cow? Longhorn cow? Somerset cow? Or some new breed of monster?"
"..."
After telling a joke that no one got, Gretel was a little depressed. He rolled left and right on the sofa several times in a row, and finally jumped up like a carp:
"Let's do it! I'm going to hold a meeting! - hold a press conference, or a preaching meeting, or whatever, and I'll tell them directly! Invite mages, priests, nobles, and, by the way, wealthy businessmen and other influential people.
Rich people should also invite some..."
The press conference that Grete wanted was held in half a month.
As for how many horses the nobles farthest from Nevis had to race to death in half a month, he didn't care at all. He just paid attention to the time, went to the podium, and began to preach:
"According to our previous research, if there is too much fat in the blood of humans and it is deposited in the blood vessels, it is likely to cause atherosclerosis, causing the arteries to narrow and lose their elasticity.
The consequence of this is that the blood supply to the heart and brain gradually decreases. First, people cannot do strenuous activities, and gradually, even moderate-intensity activities will make them feel tired. Finally, sudden death or chronic failure is very likely..."
The audience below, especially the high-level experts, were whispering to each other and discussing in low voices. Grete had already continued speaking without stopping:
“In view of this, Oak Grove Hospital has recently invented [Vascular Calcified Plaque Elimination Surgery], which can eliminate calcified plaque on arteries and restore blood vessel patency to a limited extent.
This kind of spell can play a certain advanced auxiliary role for high-level strong people with such diseases. It can also play a very good therapeutic role even for strong people who have no need to advance, and even ordinary people... You have
what is the problem?"
Seven or eight hands were raised at the same time. Gretel waved his hand casually, and a blue-white starlight fell on a strong man wearing the robe of the Archbishop of the Fountain Temple. The Archbishop immediately stood up:
"I would like to ask, apart from this kind of magic, are there any other ways to relieve arterial calcification? For example... therapy?"
"Of course." Gretel answered without hesitation:
"In fact, given the difficulty of learning calcified plaque removal surgery, we are studying other methods. For example, removing a certain section of calcified blood vessels, and then using treatment to guide the blood vessels to grow back..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a light fell from the roof. Regardless of whether others could understand it or not, the operation process had already started to be played. While playing, Gretel continued to talk:
"The difficulty of this method is that, first, the operation must be very precise and very fast. It is best to block and remove a certain section of blood vessels while the heart is beating continuously, and then race against time to induce birth——"
The birth must be completed before myocardial ischemia causes irreversible damage!
In the light curtain, the chest is opened, the heart is exposed, and the pericardium is cut. The blood vessels are removed, and the light of the treatment is lowered, guiding the blood vessels to crawl and stretch, and connect to the blood vessels on the other side...
Scalpels, vascular forceps transformed from the mage's hands, retractors, and various surgical instruments flew up and down at a dizzying speed.
Blink your eyes, and the blood vessel is clamped. Blink your eyes, and a section of blood vessel flies out. Blink your eyes again, and a section of blood vessel grows out...
The archbishop rubbed his eyes, flicked his fingers, and rubbed his eyes again. He was told that he would not dare to use the knife like this. This was the heart, not a place where a stab would not kill him.
In his temple, half of the girls who were sent to learn cesarean section have not yet learned it!
He didn't dare to make a move, and in the next seat, a war god bishop also shook his head. In the back row, I don't know who was saying:
"I would dare to try using the knife, but if I don't cut dozens of them to death, it probably won't be cured... Tsk, why can't I use it on zombies and black knights..."
Hello!
Why do senior necromancers have to cut dozens of them to death?
Is this surgery so difficult?!
"Second, it is still unknown whether the blood vessels created have the strength of the original blood vessels. Powerful professionals, especially powerful warriors, have very powerful blood vessel dilation capabilities."
On the podium, Grete continued to say:
And if we simply use healing spells instead of [limb regeneration] spells, will the blood vessels created be that strong? We are applying for high-level monsters to conduct this research..."
Oh, I understand, it just requires investment, right?
Several nobles sitting in the first row looked at each other and were ready to speak. Compared with a priority treatment qualification, ten thousand gold coins or twenty thousand gold coins are nothing.
"What about us?"
A wealthy businessman sitting in the last row of the lecture hall shouted impatiently. Compared with these nobles, they have less money and less power. But do they deserve to die?
These old guys who get out of breath after walking a few steps, have chest tightness and pain when they move a lot, and don't even dare to roll on the bed, deserve to be without treatment and be dragged away for a month, two months, a year or two.