Chapter 360: The unexpected gain of the miracle doctor Grete
It must be said that the orcs are really wealthy. After making sure that his family survived, the blond orc grabbed the gold bracelet studded with gems and was about to stuff it into Gretel's hand on the spot. Seeing Gretel take a step back,
Waving his hands to indicate no, he took off his forehead ornaments, neck ornaments, and belt...
Golden and heavy, a golden hill was piled up on the operating table.
Gretel: "...Big dog owner!"
He still shook his head. To be honest, he was really not interested in gold or anything like that. If possible, could he have a physical examination of these orcs and make a record? This was his first time seeing orcs...
Gretel was thinking about what to say. The blond orc had already touched the bone ring on his hand. The operating table was brilliant and there were a bunch of gems in an instant. Ruby, sapphire, emerald, crystal agate, lapis lazuli...
If you are an orthodox mage, you will be ecstatic at this moment. Most of these gems, not to mention their value, are precious spell-casting materials. They are used to cut, inlay, and store spells. You can make a bunch of magic props casually.
Gretel was still not interested. His eyes casually glanced at the pile of gems and turned to the door indifferently. The blond orc shrugged and continued to take things out of the bone ring. Seeing various bone fragments, sharp teeth, and dried fruit petals, it was strange.
Strange things were piled up on half the table. Gretel glanced at it, suddenly rushed to the operating table, and grabbed a small gray ball:
"Where did this come from? How many are there?!"
It was rare that there was something that Gretel was interested in. The blond orc took it very seriously and frowned in thought. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember it at all. He reached out and took it from Gretel's hand and squeezed it. The little gray ball was actually somewhat elastic.
He flattened it a little.
The orc squeezed it again, and a cold light suddenly appeared on his fingertips, cutting the ball in half, revealing the gray solid interior.
"That's right!" Gretel became even more excited:
"This is what I want! How many? I want as much as I want! I'll pay for it!"
"I don't know which caravan brought the goods here." The blond orc raised his head and thought for a while: "I don't know where to sell it. Hey, you can look for it and take out everything you have on hand!"
The orcs started rummaging around in a fuss. The pile of gold and gems was clearly placed on the operating table. Gretel didn't look at it, and neither did the blond orcs. But the dwarf guards were very curious, and even if there was blood on the floor, they wouldn't look at it.
They kept coming up to poke their heads in the air.
"Hey, I've seen this thing before!"
The leading guard suddenly shouted. "It's right in the market! There is a very small shop! In the corner! I have seen such a thing!"
A group of people walked out in a mighty manner. The further they walked, the more remote they became, and the further they walked, the more people were around. People kept pushing over and looking around, pointing:
"Is this this guy?"
"Alive? Actually alive?! You actually walked out on your own?"
"I just had a knife stuck in my heart!"
"It is said that... the entire chest was cut open just now... blood spurted onto the roof..."
"Which god healed...the human in the middle! Doesn't it look like it? I don't even look like it, but he is the only human being..."
Gretel tried hard not to listen to these whispers. He followed the dwarves around, going further and further away, and finally came to a small shop. Two children were squatting at the door, throwing small gray balls of similar appearance on the ground.
Throw, throw, bounce.
Gretel stared at the ball with bright eyes. The blond orc looked him over, called out the shopkeeper, and waved his hand proudly:
"I bought all these things!"
"Wow--"
"Miracle Doctor" Grete suddenly discovered that his popularity had grown.
——Thanks to the orc who ran wildly in the market and shouted for help, attracting the dwarf guards, at least half of the people in the market heard that "there was a necromancer who cut open the chest and cut the heart";
And when the treatment was over and the injured person was awakened and walked out with all his hair and tail intact, the legend became that "there was a miracle doctor who could cut open the chest and cut the heart and still save the person";
By the time Gretel walked out of the market and returned to the trade group, the dwarves who came here were looking for the "miraculous doctor who could revive the dead."
Gretel: "..."
I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, look at me! I just can't use this arm!"
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, my baby has been crying and crying at night..."
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, my father's cough is getting worse and worse... He always has trouble breathing at night..."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Grete looked at the queue that was about to arrive at the entrance of the Mithril District from the entrance of the trade group station, with mixed emotions. The other spellcasters coming and going, passing by the trade group station, also had mixed emotions...
The trade group is based in the Mithril District, the smallest and most exquisite area of the Dwarf King City, also known as the Secret Magic District. As the name suggests, the vast majority of people living in this area are spellcasters.
There are magicians who are rare among dwarves, enchanters who specialize in enchanting equipment, jewelry that cuts and processes gems, and engraves magic in gemstones, as well as various mages, warlocks, priests, etc. who have come to travel from other places and stay here temporarily.
Various professionals...
The only rare thing is the healer.
Dwarf priests participate in daily labor and learn the teachings of God the Father from mining, casting and fighting. Therefore, most of them are scattered in the mining area, casting area and military area, using their divine magic to help their compatriots.
Therefore, the dwarves do not go to the Mithril District except for special tasks. In the Mithril District, it is rare to see the spectacular sight of adults crying, children screaming, and sick people lining up in long queues.
There was a "squeak". At the end of the long street, another door opened. Four priests wearing black robes and white scarves filed out and stood in two rows outside the door. Among the four, another one in white robes walked out.
Priest:
"The holy light of the Lord of Glory shines on the world and drives away all suffering in the world. People who are sick can be cured as long as they chant the holy name of our Lord..."
He clasped his hands on his chest, then stretched out his arms and raised them to the sky. On the left and right sides, four priests in black robes lowered their heads and prayed in unison:
"The light of the Lord shone upon them, and their illnesses were far away from them. The lame man straightened his legs, the blind man opened his eyes, the paralytic man stood up, and the leprosy disappeared. All the patients were restored to health..."
The light rain fell dotted with them as the center. People who were walking around and suffering from illness felt their bodies lightened when they touched the light rain.
There was a commotion in the crowd. Soon, several dwarves left the team and tentatively walked over there.
"They are stealing business from you!" Gavin, the dwarf who sent Gretel back, poked his waist and whispered:
"Do you want me to tell everyone to ignore him?"
"Why bother." Gretel smiled and shook his head:
"If they want to be treated, they can treat it. It's good that one more person can be treated. There are so many people, and I can't stand it alone."
Gretel discussed with the magicians for a while, and simply set up a separate room at the door for treatment. Gretel sat in the center of the consulting room, with Bernard on the side as an assistant. As for Gavin, he simply ran to the door.
, did the job of maintaining order for Gretel and calling people one by one.
If you don't consider that he is a dwarf, and a male dwarf at that, Gavin actually does a pretty good job of calling the nurse...
Soon, Master Ximond, who came back from shopping, also pulled up a table and joined the treatment team with great interest.
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