Chapter 694: For the queen’s safety, please do not heal them!
"Which one of you is the leader?"
Gretel raised his voice and asked from a distance. While asking, he flicked his fingers slightly and cast several spells on himself:
Mage armor, shield, resistance to energy damage...
At the same time, a space bag and several pieces of magic equipment fell silently into his pocket. The Golden Oak Leaf Medal, with its own protective arrows, was triggered once a week;
The elemental endurance pendant given by Mr. Steiner, the protection mage [Time Barrier];
The golden bracelet given by Ms. Helena from the Legend of Conjuration System [Song of the Deep Sea] is blessed with three magics: Flame Burst, Any Door, and Water Wall;
The tie clip given by Ms. Almeida from the legendary "Philosopher's Rose" can resist mental shock...
Coupled with the [Endless Ink Pen] that is always with you, it can trigger the [Force Field Wall], resist mind control spells, and trigger teleportation spells. Basically, you have armed yourself into a person who can fight, carry, escape, and
Canned spells to relieve control.
Apart from the fact that his combat awareness is still weak and he has to rely on automatic triggering protective spells to survive the first wave, his survivability is already impressive.
Such a large group of people, impoverished, with similar symptoms, no trace during the day, suddenly appeared at the door of the hospital early in the morning...
God knows where it came from, God knows if there was anyone behind it, God knows if there are people with ulterior motives hiding among these people!
Although Cerrela is by his side and Bernard is by his side, for your own safety, you still need to be fully protected and be vigilant!
Serila smiled at him and took a step closer to him without saying a word. Gretel raised her voice again:
"Who is your leader? Where does he come from?"
There was a commotion among the refugees in front of them. Some people opened their mouths to answer, but Grete couldn't understand a word. Is it a dialect or another language?
"It's Carolingian." Behind her, a priestess from the Spring Temple walked quickly and whispered to Grete. Seeing Grete looking at her inquiringly, she smiled confidently:
"In the early years... there were relatively frequent exchanges between the Royal Capital and the opposite side. We also discussed healing techniques with people from the Glorious Holy See. These people spoke Carolingian with a slight accent, but it was true that
The language is correct.”
So...are they people from across the strait? Under the rule of the Holy See? For some reason, they were driven to him?
Grete's heart moved. He smiled at Priestess:
"Then please ask them where they come from and what they are doing here."
Priestess slowly stepped forward, stood behind Bernard, and raised her voice to ask questions from a distance. Grete took a picture of [Language Comprehensive] for herself and listened quietly:
It turned out that there were three groups of people, and they didn't know each other very well. They were just taken into prison as blood servants. They were originally going to be executed, but for some reason they were transported here again. Someone directed them to the entrance of the hospital.
How long were you in jail?
have no idea.
Who lucked it out?
have no idea.
Who guided it?
Still don’t know…
Gretel sighed. He turned to Bernard:
"Guide them to walk around the hospital wall and go to the back wall. Then ask the logistics to bring them some food, and wait until I have time to see them. Don't block them here. They will start to be discharged and admitted in a while. It's scary.
It won’t be good if it comes to other people.”
The barbarian waved the door latch and shouted loudly. With the Priestess' translation, the refugees finally stood up in twos and threes, supported and pulled each other, and walked towards the back wall.
Grete kept staring at them, and saw that most of them were moving smoothly, but a few had dull eyes and needed to be yelled at or pulled to move forward.
In particular, a short man with sloppy steps turned around several times and stared directly at him.
Tupac Demir was very sorry. He spent a lot of money to paint his face and hands to look like these patients, and even the skin under his clothes was made up. He even chewed a glass bottle to make his gums
, the lips were bleeding and burning...
In this way, he blended into the crowd of refugees, taking advantage of the fact that the three groups of people didn't know each other very well, pretending to be mentally ill, and crouched inside. They just hoped that the Nordmark mage would come out to see them, so that he could seize the opportunity to assassinate them.
.
Alas, this mage is too cautious and does not approach them... It seems that he will have to stay among the refugees for a few more days...
Gretel didn't see anything unusual about this person. He was just thinking about and identifying the source of these people's symptoms:
Is it cold and hungry?
Or are there mentally ill people in this group of people, or people with abnormal intellectual development?
or……
He thought quickly. Priestess had turned around with a serious face:
"Sir, do you want to treat them?"
"You have to take a look, right?" Gretel's eyes have been falling on the refugees, watching them move slowly, farther and farther away:
"They've all come to my door. It's not good to have the heart to drive them away like this."
"But are these people really not vampires? Your Excellency, you have a distinguished status and are about to treat the queen. It is best not to..."
"They are not vampires." Gretel shook his head decisively:
"Serila said that they don't have the aura of vampires. I trust her judgment. Besides, I will set up defensive spells. Even if something goes wrong, they can't hurt me."
"It's better not to get close to them." After a while, Joanna also hurried over and went over to observe. The female priest of the Natural God Church quickly turned back, looking worried:
"Sir, I think you have also noticed that these people all have similar symptoms. I suspect that even if it is not leprosy, it is another infectious disease."
She looked back at the obstetrics building, her brows tangled:
"Sir, this is a hospital, and the patients are the weakest mothers and newborns. We should not keep them nearby."
"It's not leprosy." Gretel responded firmly. He had already thought of this possibility, so when he spoke, he paid special attention to the redness and scales on the faces of the refugees, as well as the stretched out fingers:
"The eyebrows and other hairs have not fallen out, the skin lesions on the face are distributed symmetrically, the skin lesions on the hands have changed like gloves, and the fingers are not deformed or even defective. These are not consistent with the symptoms of leprosy, they are definitely not."
Of course, other infectious diseases still need to be prevented. While Grete called people out, he splashed disinfectant along the roads where the refugees walked, and at the same time asked people to prepare rubber isolation suits:
"Don't worry, even if it's an infectious disease, if I wear an isolation suit to visit them and disinfect according to the regulations later, I won't be infected. If I let them run around, something will happen. But this matter needs to be reported, with this group of people coming here
, I don’t know how many conspiracies are waiting behind me!”
The matter of the refugees was quickly reported to Lord Graf, who in turn reported it to Baroness Vitegue. Before eight o'clock in the morning, the Baroness hurried over on a fast horse:
"Where are those refugees? Don't worry, Master Mage, someone will be here to take them away soon! They will never be left here to cause trouble to you and the Queen!"
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