After secretly working on the matter for half a month, [Viper] Arezzo discovered for the first time that Grete’s schedule had changed.
He didn't come to the medical clinic today!
Mr. Viper has been snooping around the medical clinic for five consecutive days. He pretends to be a rich man, a servant running errands and delivering goods, a poor patient, and a beggar. He rides a carriage, walks, and squats opposite with a broken bowl. Continuously.
After five days of observation, he came to a conclusion:
Around eight o'clock, Gretel always rides his silver moon deer all the way to the door, full of energy and starts to work.
It's sunny, cloudy, windy or rainy, all without exception, and the time difference is less than five minutes.
...It was exactly the same as when he was praying in the church. Mr. Viper didn't understand. The medical clinic was obviously targeting him and no one was looking after him. Why did he come so early every day?
If Grete heard his question, he would definitely answer that he was used to clocking in at the hospital in his previous life.
There are a lot of patients in the emergency department 24 hours a day. If one person is late, colleagues have to shoulder an extra burden, so everyone can try not to be late...
But Grete didn’t come today!
Where did it go?
Mr. Viper squatted diagonally across from the medical center holding the broken bowl. He was blown by the cold wind and sneezed seven or eight times in a row before he was 100% sure:
Grete really changed his schedule today.
Where have you been?
Grete was taken to the White Tower again. In the conference room on the fifth floor, there was a table full of people sitting around the long oval table. On every seat, there were thick piles of newspapers, leaflets, and slips of paper.
Big pile.
The member of the jury, Archmage Grom of Black Crow Swamp, sat at the top with a solemn expression:
"The issue of universal smallpox vaccination has encountered a lot of resistance. I invite everyone here today to communicate the situation internally and discuss how to implement it."
Gretel remained silent and flipped through the documents first. At the top of the pile of paper, which occupied the largest area and had the strongest visual impact, was a tabloid with a line of large bold characters on the top:
"Turn people into cows?"
As expected, the worries of foolish men and women are similar. Gretel curled his lips and looked under the title. Next to the title was a cartoon with exaggerated body language and strange faces. There were cow heads, cow noses, and horns, everything.
.
Even though the tabloid was shoddy and the printing quality was worrisome, it could not hide the painter's vivid brushwork. Especially the expression on the cow's face, which was deformed without knowing it and full of arrogance, was really lifelike.
Grete burst out laughing. Across the long table, the Minister of Emergency Management, Master Colin, covered half of his face with a newspaper and glared at him covertly:
You caused cowpox, and you still laugh!
"Where did this thing come from? Can it be banned?"
Archmage Grom's face was gloomy. Mage Colin raised his head, but before he could speak, Gretel had already spoken before him:
"It cannot be banned! As long as anything is officially banned, it will definitely spread faster!"
"That's right." Next to Minister Colin, a lean and lean little mage with a rat beard said quietly:
"Our intelligence department is also responsible for monitoring public opinion. In recent times, citizens' views on the smallpox vaccine have rapidly turned negative, and it is suspected that someone is behind it."
"No need to be suspicious, there must be someone, more than one or two." Another city hall official said with a black face:
"In the past week, the number of citizens taking the initiative to vaccinate against cowpox has dropped by 50% compared to the previous week."
"My people have heard some concerns in various chambers of commerce and taverns, saying that the parliament will impose a large amount of tax..."
"A businessman is inquiring about the situation and preparing to transfer property..."
Officials and clerks are all providing information. There is no other way. The county magistrate is better to take charge now. In front of the great magician of the necromancy department, he has to pretend to be more indignant.
And it is said that this year’s bonus is linked to the number of vaccinations!
Archmage Grom listened to their complaints in silence. After listening for about a quarter of an hour, he picked up the coffee spoon and tapped the rim of the cup:
"How is the situation now?"
"In addition to vaccinations by the army, city guards, colleges and other organizations, citizens have voluntarily vaccinated 7,728 vaccines. The funds raised, not counting the contribution points of the parliament, total 15,275 gold coins." Someone immediately answered:
"The original plan was to start promoting vaccination at 1 silver coin per person at the beginning of next month, and at the same time, launch compulsory vaccination for all. But now, there is still a gap of more than half of the funds, and people's resistance is also very high."
"Sir, do we really want to vaccinate the entire population?"
"Yes!" This question exploded into a cloud of questions in the conference room. Everyone, from the operational staff of the Emergency Management Department to the civilian clerks of the city hall, was chirping:
"Those people don't want to be vaccinated, just let them go. Anyway, getting smallpox is their own business!"
This is purely indifferent. Anyway, you and your family are already safe;
"And those poor people, even if they don't die from smallpox, they will die from other things. Is it worth passing a law to force them to be arrested and vaccinated?"
This person is a front-line operator and knows how terrible the workload is;
"Even if you want to sell vaccines, if you sell so much, you should make enough money, right? Those poor people can't save five coppers a month, so there's no point in exploiting them..."
This... is probably because he is not very popular. He doesn't know who the inventor of cowpox is (or doesn't know that Grete was present), so he pointed at the monk and called him bald...
Gretel stared straight ahead with blank eyes, pretending not to hear. Unexpectedly, Archmage Grom did not let him go and directly called him:
"Master Nordmark, do you think it is necessary to vaccinate the entire population against smallpox?"
"If you can do it, of course you should do it!" Grete blurted out. The conference room suddenly became silent, and then, a rough voice sounded through the door:
"Everything should be answered? That's easy to say!"
"Why are you here so early..."
Archmage Grom stood up helplessly. As soon as he moved, people in the conference room stood up.
Grete turned his head along with the crowd. He saw the heavy wooden door of the conference room burst open, and a big man with a height of over 1.8 meters and a weight of over 180cm, with broad arms and round waist, strode in:
"If I don't come, the city of Nevis will be turned upside down by you!"
"My Lord Earl of Argyll."
"My Lord Earl of Argyll."
In the conference room, the clerks of the city hall saluted unevenly. Gretel also bowed his head. The Earl of Argyll was one of the most powerful lords near Nevis, and he and the Earl of Inverness were in the south and north.
Sandwiching the city of Nevis in the middle.
It is said that the city of Nevis once belonged to the Earl of Argyll a thousand years ago, and was later given to the Parliament for use. The original document of the gift is still preserved in the Tower of Babel!
The earl himself cannot be ignored. Gretel heard from the Archmage Carlisle that the current earl of Argyle is a 15th-level high-level knight. He is in charge of the inherited weapon [Golden Flame Sword]. In a short period of time, he can compete with the 18th-level knight.
Confront the Archmage.
In the previous battle with the Glorious Holy See, the Earl of Argyll had led an army and went out with the Parliament. The relationship between the two parties was quite close. It was because of their closeness that they were able to come over directly and participate in the meeting directly.
The big man nodded, walked through them as if there was no one around, walked directly to the other end of the long oval table, and stood opposite Archmage Grom. When he pressed the table, the heavy beech wood table almost turned over by him:
"How many people die from smallpox in a year? Is it worth such a big fight?"
This is not a question of how many people die, but a question of competing with the Glorious Holy See for the right to speak. It is a direct order from the legendary mage!
Archmage Grom was talking, but he couldn't say it directly in front of a room full of people. Just as he was about to tell everyone to leave, a clear and clear voice suddenly sounded in the conference room:
"According to death statistics in the past 20 years, in 1163, 278 people died from smallpox. In 1167, 327 people died. In years without a pandemic, the average number of deaths was around 300. In pandemic years, such as 1170, 5738 people died.
"
"Who are you?"
The Earl's gaze shot towards him like a hawk.
He has a tall build, a resolute face, and a pair of piercing eyes. When he looks over, he is extremely oppressive. As soon as he turned around, the two young mages beside Gretel subconsciously took a step back.
Grete was completely unmoved. He lowered his eyes, bowed slightly politely, and said in a calm tone:
"Gretel Nordmark. Salute to you, Your Excellency."
"Are you the one who invented cowpox?"
The Earl of Argyll stared at Gretel with a stern gaze. Seeing that Gretel was not moved at all, he snorted and spoke in a slightly slower tone:
"You are someone who has done your homework. So, for the sake of 300 people a year, are you going to turn over the entire Nevis? Then in the future, for cholera, typhoid, scarlet fever, and so many plagues, are you going to turn the city upside down?
How many times have you turned it over?"
When these words came out, everyone in the conference room stared at Gretel. Archmage Grom frowned and wanted to explain a few words to Gretel, such as the promotion plan was not determined by the little guy. After thinking about it, he looked at Gretel.
Everyone in the room waved their hands:
"You guys go out first."
Everyone left the meeting with a roar. Archmage Grom asked Earl of Argyll to sit down and pressed his palms to Gretel:
"Sit down and speak slowly. Salar, little Grete almost only got back his money in this incident and made nothing at all. He did not develop cowpox for his own personal gain."
"That's not the reason for such a commotion." During the private conversation, Earl Argyll's attitude softened a lot and he sighed deeply:
"I saw something wasn't right outside, and I felt like someone was causing trouble, so I came over here. Then again, you guys were too impatient..."
Before he finished speaking, the noise outside grew from small to loud, and kept getting closer. After a while, Minister Colin from the Emergency Management Department knocked on the door, and without waiting for an answer from inside, he hurriedly opened the door and came in:
"Urgent report that some poor people were incited to attack Grete's hospital!"
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