Chapter 547: The agreement has just been reached and is about to collapse?
"Thank you all for coming... After more than a month of intense negotiations, we have reached a series of friendly agreements..."
Archmage LeBron held up a wine glass with a small amount of light golden liquid in it, and he didn't know if the champagne had thrown him a loudspeaker, and he spoke enthusiastically.
At the venue, a small half of the people listened politely, and a large half of the people whispered to each other...
Grete came out of seclusion just in time for the closing ceremony of this diplomatic conference.
He can be said to have started well and ended well, and his reputation as a diplomat was not in vain. At this moment, he was blending in with the crowd and fulfilling his last duty.
Although at this time Gretel was not with the vampires he was responsible for entertaining, but was surrounded by a group of dwarves, barbarians, and orcs, and was overwhelmed:
"Gretel, have you advanced? The stars on the badge have changed!"
Gavin stood on tiptoes and tried his best to look at Grete's chest.
There, the mage's badge with five shining bronze stars has turned into a silver star. Beside the badge, six green leaves of the oak staff are facing each other, unfolding gracefully.
Level 6 magician, level 6 priest.
"You were still at Level 4 when you left... so fast! In just over half a year, the Bronze Star has become a Silver Star!"
"Yeah, it's so fast."
A warrior squeezed over from the orc side, with huge gold rings dangling from his ears, which made people dizzy.
Seeing Gretel's blank expression, he laughed and pointed to his chest:
"Master Mage, at that time I was stabbed in the heart with a knife. It was you who cut open my chest to save me. Do you remember?"
Oh, the one who had pericardial tamponade and pressed the heart with bare hands while looking directly at him. When he said this, Gretel remembered:
"It's you! Are you recovering well?"
"Very good!" The orc warrior waved his fist and jumped hard, trying his best to show off his strength:
"After I went back, I rested for half a year and successfully advanced!"
Open the chest widely and perform cardiac resuscitation with bare-hand compression under direct vision. The prognosis is good and the progress will not be affected... Gretel silently recorded in his mind.
Very good, there is one more case feedback. For such a rare case, if the journal is different, it can actually publish a paper... It is a pity that there is no related journal. Hey, when will the alien version of "The Lancet" appear?
Woolen cloth?
"Mage Nordmark, I heard that you have been studying blood testing magic recently. What are the results? Can our blood determine the bleeding type?"
"Uh, this...this magic has only been tested on humans so far..."
Gretel sweated profusely. His blood test magic was aimed at human blood types. He could easily identify types A, B, AB and O with just one swipe. Although it was in another world, he gave it a new name for the convenience of dissemination.
, the blood type of the orc...
"Lord Nordmark, why don't you give it a try?" Elder Brock, who was wearing a crest and a feather cloak and holding a bone staff, also squeezed over and stretched out a hand to him:
"Didn't you say before that if blood can be transfused in time, soldiers will recover their strength much faster? Give it a try, what if your magic can also determine our blood type?"
As he spoke, he turned around with his bone staff and waved. A group of barbarians gathered around him, each of them stretching out a hand. The leader grabbed the meat-cutting knife on his belt and wiped it on the pulp of the middle finger of his left hand, and blood immediately gushed out.
Grete:!!! Stop! Stop! Just one drop is enough!
No need to give yourself a knife so boldly!
He quickly took out the test tube and took it. While taking it, he condensed a small ball of healing energy and pressed it on the other party's wound. Oh, isn't this looking for trouble? If you use a needle to collect blood, pressing it with a cotton ball is enough.
…
After receiving the blood, he took a magic photo and it showed "unable to distinguish" as expected. Grete concentrated slightly and experienced the feedback in the meditation field of vision. Sure enough, the results of the magic detection were different from the four human blood types.
"Uh... I might need a few more samples..."
"There are plenty of samples! You can take a look at the people here! If it's still not enough, go to the city and ask for hundreds of them!"
Elder Brock waved boldly.
Gretel followed his movements and looked forward. Each soldier raised a carving knife and said it was a knife. In fact, the blade was three or four inches long and placed it on his finger. They stared at him eagerly.
It doesn’t have to be this way…
Grete sweated profusely. He turned his head to the side again, and the dwarves and barbarians all opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to quickly take a blood type test.
"this……"
"Gretel, show us first!"
"Mage Nordmark, let's take a look at our blood types first!"
In the hall below, Gretel was surrounded by foreign guests. They seemed to be chatting and laughing happily, and were extremely harmonious.
Above, Archmage LeBron and several heads of foreign delegations raised their glasses and smiled at each other:
These agreements on trade, free movement of people, and mutual guarantees of safety and work rights are not the focus of this negotiation. Anyway, the agreements are all about renewal, tinkering, and slight adjustments, and any subordinate can negotiate them.
But this time, taking advantage of the continuous attacks on the Glorious Holy See, their pope and their high-ranking clergy have all shrunk and drastically reduced their external activities.
After one or two months of arduous negotiations, everyone reached the most important results:
At sea, intercept the fleet of the Glorious Holy See returning from the New World and give them a heavy blow!
Reach a consensus, determine the combat time, determine the combat deployment, determine the number of troops, ships, magic weapons, and high-level professionals of all parties, determine the cooperation methods and command rights, determine the sharing of combat expenses and the sharing of spoils...
Every point has to be discussed, every detail has to be negotiated repeatedly, and every clause is agreed upon, which is accompanied by countless spits, intrigues, table overturns, old scores, ridicule and abuse of each other's ancestors and descendants.
generation……
"coward!"
"coward!"
"Idiot! Those boats you built are just big bathtubs! When sailing on the ocean, a huge wave can capsize them!"
"It's better than sleeping with a guy in another bathtub who won't show his head!"
Ping pong ping pong ping pong...
Paper, quills, and ink bottles were flying everywhere.
Fortunately, dwarves, barbarians, and orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, and vampires and magicians have various magic barriers. After the smashing is done, the anger is gone, and the apprentice-level cleaning technique can be used to sweep around, and the original state can be restored...
Alas, talking about it brings tears to my eyes.
Fortunately, the tearing is finally over, the talks are over, and everything is finalized. Tonight, everyone can enjoy the joy of the banquet without thinking about the hard work in the future...
"ah"
Far away, deep behind the banquet podium, a scream rang out from nowhere. It was sharp, miserable, frightening, and desperate. The joyful atmosphere of the entire hall was interrupted by this scream.
Several alien leaders turned their heads to look. The orc prince was the strongest one. He jumped up and followed the sound. Not long after, he returned and pointed at the vampire Marquis Tergu with an angry look on his face:
"Bah! Our great orcs will never fight side by side with you! Don't think about the previous agreement!"
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