Chapter 509: Package Grete as a new therapeutic star?
Ask Mrs. Alva to describe what the Lord of Ostend looks like, what his personality is, what he likes to eat and drink, what his unique hobbies are, and who his best friend is, no problem.
The master of confusion and control is the best at controlling people's hearts. Based on the bits and pieces of information in the council, plus everything Mr. Viper learned from lurking for half a month, he created a vivid person, and based on this, he made an action plan.
That's her line of work.
But what disease did the child who was thrown into the countryside by the Lord of Ostend suffer from?
She looked at Gretel.
Gretel looked at her.
Across the waft of tea smoke, the three-tiered dessert plate with gold rim and white porcelain on the round coffee table, and the various small and exquisite desserts on the plate, it’s so pitiful that the afternoon tea snacks in this Kingdom of Kent are decent.
The two people looked at each other, and one word came to their minds:
Chicken talks to duck.
After a while, Mrs. Alva chuckled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip:
"It is very important for the Council to capture this city, or at least make the city lord lean towards us. Master Nordmark, do you know how many people die every year in the Hall Strait?"
"How many?"
"There are more than ten magicians. They came to join us from over there. They couldn't sneak across the strait and died at the hands of the Glorious Holy See. Twenty-eight of them died last year."
Gretel was awestruck. How difficult it is to train a magician. Even if a magician has not received formal training and has awakened naturally under the rule of the Glorious Holy See, his combat power cannot be underestimated.
As long as the local lords can defect to the parliament, even half of these people can set foot on the land of the kingdom...
"But this must be guaranteed by force." Gretel thought for a moment, raised his head from the tea cup, and stared at the opponent:
"Can the council capture that city? Even if it captures it, can it hold it? Can it station several great magicians above level 15? Or, can it station a legendary mage?"
It is impossible to even think about it. Taking over a city on the other side of the strait would be the rhythm of a full-scale war. Even if the Holy See of Radiance makes peace with the Orc Kingdom, it is estimated that they will mobilize all their troops and pull out the nail.
"How is that possible?" Mrs. Alva squinted at him angrily:
"Just let the lord lean towards us. There are some things and some people, just turn a blind eye and don't investigate too hard. Just by doing this, you can save many people. How about you, Master Nordmark, do you want to help?
A favor?"
"But I really can't say without seeing anyone." Gretel spread his hands with a grimace:
"How about I make a list and you send someone over to do a rough sketch of the items listed on the list?"
This is probably not reliable. Grete thought uneasily: Even if a medical student who has never done an internship has received high marks in the "Diagnostics" course, if he actually goes to clinical practice, the teaching teacher will have to keep an eye open.
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What's more, the probability that the operatives sent by the Congress have received medical education is about zero. The medical records they got back are probably out of order, and only 30% of them are usable. Thank God...
But he would definitely not do it if he were allowed to cross the strait and go to the area ruled by the Glorious Holy See. What a joke, he would never go to the enemy-occupied area until his combat power surpassed that of the legendary mage!
Seeing the alert look on his face, the way he wanted to jump up from the sofa and run back to the Thunder Tower in a minute, Mrs. Alva couldn't help but laugh. She raised her hand and pressed it comfortingly:
"Okay. To accomplish this, it will take at least half a year of back and forth. The first is to prove that his youngest son was murdered, which has already been done; secondly, to make his eldest son...
Don’t fall into the same pit.”
Don't look like you're running away!
There is also the Lord of Thunder behind you, which really puts you in danger. Your teacher can demolish the [Tower of Songs]!
Grete turned his head and accepted this explanation. Then, he expressed doubts about "not falling into the same pit":
"You want to use [Remove Disease] on him?"
"No, we are going to convince him to use the vaccine."
Mrs. Alva squinted her eyes and smiled slightly. Once bitten by a snake, she was afraid of well ropes for ten years. Although the disease removal potion is considered a standard potion for healers, the lord probably still dare not use it.
After all, her youngest son died due to this magical technique. Even if he dared, Mrs. Alva was confident that the people she sent could fool him into not daring to do it. How could the people of the Glorious Holy See still believe it?
On the contrary, the vaccine can be transported in batches and randomly sampled to win people's trust. There are so many male and female servants in the lord's house, and there are so many poor people on the street. You can just grab a few and try it.
Hearing that she was very organized and explained all these considerations, Grete had to admire her. The only problem was
"This takes time! My cowpox preservation experiment has not been completed yet! It will take at least three months to make sure it will not expire before I can safely transport it to the other side!"
Mrs. Alva looked at him dumbly. She looked up and down, left and right, sideways and vertically. Until she saw that Grete was on pins and needles, she picked up the tea cup, stirred the milk tea inside with a small silver spoon, and said softly:
"We can afford to wait for this little time. Dear Master Nordmark, perhaps you should consider how to make the Lord of Ostend trust you and be willing to let you treat his son."
A fifth-level mage and fifth-level priest.
Even though he has published several articles in "Arcane" and "Magic", he is still unknown to a certain lord under the rule of the Glorious Holy See.
Why do people go to him instead of those prestigious high-level healers? Is it because he is young? Or is it because his consultation fee is low?
Grete simply spread his hands.
"Isn't this something you should be thinking about?"
I'm just a doctor, doctor!
I have no shortage of patients like this! If I really want to let go of the surgery, I can go to the almshouse for a walk, 365 days a year, from morning till night!
Mrs. Alva smiled again. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were slightly curved. Her voice was soft and her demeanor was calm:
"Yes, we have considered it. So I want to ask you, Master Nordmark, if you are willing to cooperate with our plan?"
"what's the plan?"
Of course it's a hype plan. Grete is now a fifth-level priest. It's impossible to reach level ten immediately. He can only find another way. Just as Grete recently showed his skill, "I can cure diseases that cannot be cured by therapy." Mrs. Alva's
The idea is to try to make this name famous:
"First of all, write a few articles of sufficient weight, preferably, create a few powerful enough magics. Let you have a place in front of high-level healers, so that when they encounter difficult and complicated diseases, they will not say the first thing.
But at least I can think of you."
This is what he wants to do, and he has been collecting information. Of course, if someone is willing to help publish articles, or even sponsor research, that would be the best. Grete smiled:
"What's next?"
"Secondly, of course, I will get you some patients and increase my reputation!"
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The author, Meow, got a booster shot today...my arms are sore, my whole body is listless, and I'm whining...
My shoulders hurt so much, and the back of my neck hurts. My chest feels a little tight now. Did I get a blood clot from the vaccine... Could I have a pulmonary embolism...
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