Chapter 252 There are many problems besides scurvy
Improve crew health?
Grete almost blurted out, "Lemon, bean sprouts, okay, I'm going to make penicillin." However, he thought for a moment and accepted the task:
Without investigation, there is no right to speak. Any solution must be tried to determine its feasibility;
Furthermore, what if there are other diseases in the world that affect the health of seafarers?
It is wrong to jump to conclusions!
Of course, Gretel couldn't deny that the mission reward was still good. Even if it was just for the reward, he had to at least take a look...
"Very good." Dr. Carlisle smiled with satisfaction:
"Since you accepted it, someone will come to visit you tomorrow. A fleet from the parliament has returned and is currently resting in the port. The person coming tomorrow should be their fleet commander, James Delock, or the chief of logistics. Oh.
,Has your house been tidied up?"
Gretel: "..." So, you gave me a house just to support this situation for me?
No matter how hurriedly Gretel packed up the house, when the guests came to the door the next day, he still showed appropriate and uncompromising etiquette:
A level 7 warrior opens the gate, pulls away the carriage, and takes care of the horses for the guests;
There was a cook (borrowed from Aurora's family) who was constantly busy, boiling water, making tea, and baking plates of fragrant biscuits;
There are invisible servants who open doors, move chairs, and bring tea and water (gladly, this is the first-level magic of the conjuration system, and Gretel can finally start to work);
There is the master's personal disciple, the fifth-level mage Aurora Wharton, accompanying him to welcome the guests...
The two visitors looked at each other and lowered their eyes silently, hiding the surprise in their eyes. Before they came, they had already received the news that the young mage sent by the parliament to solve the problem was from Newster County. What kind of city was he from? Anyway, he was a nobody.
I have heard of the small town. I was selected to study at the headquarters and came to Nevis for just one year.
After all, he's just a country boy.
Of course, the level of the fourth-ring arcanist, coupled with his status as a special commissioner of the parliament, is enough to be on an equal footing with them.
However, a country boy entertained them at a villa in the city's garden area. Although the etiquette was a little weird, it was by no means shabby. It seems that this year, the council paid more attention to this little mage than they imagined.
.
The smiles of the two guests immediately became a little more sincere. The leader bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to Grete:
"Hello. I am the commander of the third fleet of the Parliament, James Delock, a ninth-level knight. Please don't take offense if I take the liberty of visiting."
"Hello, I am the logistics chief of the squadron, William Gunson." Next to Delock, a middle-aged man with a very high hairline and a pointed chin stretched out his hand. Grete stretched out his hand to shake their hands one by one:
"Gret Nordmark, fourth-level arcanist, third-level mage, nice to meet you."
Everyone sat down in the living room. The invisible servant brought out the fragrant and warm black tea on a silver tray and put down two small polished silver jars. One jar contained white sugar cubes and the other contained fresh milk.
, obviously letting guests add their own.
Another invisible servant followed and floated out of the kitchen, placing down a plate of light yellow and a plate of brown, two kinds of freshly baked biscuits. Each biscuit had a twisted pattern on it, and as it was brought over, the aroma penetrated it one after another.
nostril.
In the fireplace, the firewood was beeping and burning, and the whole living room was warm and cozy.
James Delock was still upright, sitting on the sofa like a long sword, full of military style. But the logistics chief beside him had relaxed, reached out and picked up a brown biscuit, chewed it, and his eyes lit up.
:
"Coffee flavor?"
Grete smiled and nodded. William Gunson praised: "The cook in the house is really good at her skills. The coffee beans are also good - if I am not mistaken, are they beans from Taras?"
Grete didn't answer directly. He didn't understand anything about coffee in his previous life. He only knew about Blue Mountain coffee, cat poop coffee, etc., but he couldn't drink them even if they were placed in front of him. After time travel, he didn't understand even more.
Fortunately, in this world, as long as a magician has a high level of magic, it doesn't matter if he doesn't know anything else. Gretel just smiled slightly:
"Mr. Gunson is the logistics chief of the fleet, so he must be an expert. If you say so, it must be so."
"It's a pity that our fleet doesn't run that line." Gunson suddenly sighed: "Not only do we not run, but the fleets of the Parliament and the Kingdom, and even the merchant ships, don't run to Talas. Otherwise, we can still serve Nordmark.
Sir, bring some high-quality goods."
This is the time to introduce the topic. Gretel put down the tea cup and concentrated slightly: "Oh? Why?"
"The power of the Church of Radiance is too strong." William Gunson sighed: "The Storm Islands and the south of the Storm Islands are all occupied by them. We arrived late and there were few ships, so we could only occupy some places in the north. The south
You can either sneak past them on a small boat or buy them at a high price for their specialties——"
Gretel listened attentively and did not speak. Knight Drok silently drank half a cup of black tea and then interjected:
"There was a good opportunity two months ago. We met one of their fleets north of the Storm Islands. It must have been blown over by the hurricane. But at that time, we had also been sailing for two months, and the crews were in large numbers.
If they are sick and dare not fight, they can only stay away. If we can keep them at sea for three months, we can eat them in one go!"
"Oh, are there any healers on board?"
"Yes -" the two guests smiled bitterly at each other. Knight Dlock explained to Gretel in detail:
"Healers do exist, but they are very rare. In the Council's fleet, only the flagship will be equipped with a healer, usually a level 3 to 4 Ares Priest, and occasionally a level 5. Other ships - like our fleet, except
In addition to the flagship, there are three ships, large and small, and more than 500 sailors - then it's up to fate.
When individual crew members get sick, or when a few seriously injured people are treated after a battle, the chaplain can still hold on. But if a large number of crew members get sick, the chaplain has nothing to do. For example, the chaplain in our fleet is already a level 7 strongman, and he will do his best.
It can only sustain the fleet for 10 more days."
Ten days?
Delay an attack of scurvy for ten days?
Gretel immediately cast an admiring look. A fleet, four ships, nearly a thousand people, delayed for ten days?! Brother, how did you do it!
"Then - what diseases are they suffering from?"
The logistics chief silently took out a large leather-bound notebook, spread it out, pushed it in front of Grete, pointed at the notebook and explained to him:
"11 people died in battle; 3 people lost their footing and fell into the sea; 7 people died from unnamed fever; 5 people died from diarrhea; 8 people died from the plague at sea——"
"Plague at sea?"
"Yes, after sailors have been at sea for a long time, their teeth will bleed, their limbs will become weak, their muscles will ache, and they will gradually become bedridden. The priest has no good solution. Even if he [removes the disease], it can only relieve him for a while..."
Grete began to cover his forehead. Scurvy is easy to deal with, but the number of people who died from scurvy was less than half of the total number of deaths. It seems that there is a lot to be done to solve the health problems of the crew!
"Can I see your ship and crew?"
That afternoon, Gretel boarded the fleet's flagship, the Pelican, as he wished.
"It's so big..." Grete sighed as he climbed the ladder. It is said that this flagship is "only" 500 tons. In the previous life, where thousands of tons were counted as small ships, and 10,000 tons were fishing boats, 500 tons was really nothing.
However, I personally climbed on it and realized that it still takes a long time to climb a 500-ton ship.
It felt high when I climbed up, but when I got on the deck, I immediately felt small. Grete looked around and measured it with his arms spread out. The main deck was less than two operating rooms wide, and the length was shorter than the corridor of their hospital.
Quite a few - and the corridor of the old building is only more than 50 meters long. Gretel looked around and turned to the Fleet Commander:
"Where do the sailors live? I need to see."
"Well……"
Knight Drok held his nose and led him down. After walking one level, Gretel reflexively raised his hand to cast a spell and covered himself with a bubble spell: It stinks! It really stinks!
He thought for a while and used the bubble technique again. Understanding the situation correctly is the most important thing at the moment. Just bear with it, ugh, it stinks...
To say "the stench hits your nostrils" is an understatement. The air was filled with a strong smell of ammonia. Gretel was overcome with tears after he took a few steps inside. He had to leave and cast another bubble technique. There was no such thing as this day.
The law has passed!
Going down from the deck, the air became worse and worse. Just after walking up one flight of stairs, Grete saw no less than ten rats, cockroaches and other bugs that were no less than rats. They were piled up everywhere behind the stairs and in the corners of the cabin.
Unknown garbage.
The rooms that senior seamen live in are so narrow that they can only accommodate a bed, and they can't even turn over. The sailors don't have such a thing as a "room" at all. Instead, they open bunks on the lower deck or hang up rope beds. Don't ask.
, it is normal for infectious diseases to appear in such poor sanitary conditions.
Gretel turned his head. The ninth-level knight, Commander Drok, followed behind him, with his hand on his sword and an expression of "can you leave quickly?". Gretel grabbed the commander, trembling his fingers and asked:
"Where do they go to the bathroom?"
"Go anywhere..."
Worried about his boss's safety, Bernard said quietly as he followed the cabin.
Grete insisted on walking down one level. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately ran up:
The water pump in the bilge is pumping water! Even the bubble technique can't stop the smell!
"Boss, I forgot to tell you that when the weather is bad, most sailors work in the bottom cabin..."
I went to the kitchen again and took a look. The fresh water in the big bucket had basically been used up. The little water left had obviously gone bad. The bread was not only moldy, but also infested with maggots, and flies were flying everywhere. As for the
Grete no longer dared to look at other food.
"The sanitary conditions of this fleet need to be improved across the board! All over! Otherwise, people will die one by one!"
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