Even if they work for the same goal, different departments have different ideas and different interests. What Grete wants is to cure the child;
What Archmage Edgar wanted was to facilitate this experiment in curing hunchback, and this technology could be used to create many undead creatures;
What Mrs. Alva thinks is that it would be great if the target has another child!
"How do you let the couple have another child? Can this technique be taught? ... Well, or you teach it to a student you trust, and we protect him and do it once?"
Gretel: "..."
"Wait a minute, what's going on over there?" Archmage Edgar asked for him:
"Where on earth was that lord injured? Why can't he give birth to a child? If you don't tell him any news, how can Little Gretel judge?"
"Pooh!"
Fortunately, she had read it in advance, otherwise, how could an unmarried girl like her explain such a thing to other couples?
The countess and the count looked at each other. After a while, the count of Ostend stood up and approached the table, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the lady behind. Flames surged all over his body, he pulled out his long sword and opened the lid of the box.
On the black velvet lining, a palm-sized chip lies quietly without any tendency to explode.
The countess turned around from behind her husband, glanced at him sideways, and smiled gently. Then, she took the chip with her mage's hand, and concentrated slightly, and the light gushed out from the chip...
"ah!"
With a shake of his hand, the chip fell. Count Ostend, as if facing a formidable enemy, pulled his wife behind her back and held the sword across her chest:
"careful!"
"...It's okay." The countess calmed down and picked up the chip again. She frowned slightly and couldn't help but yelled:
"That Nordmark mage, why is he like this!"
He started talking about how the baby was born, without any hint at all, and even had pictures!
The picture will still move!
She calmed down for a moment before outputting her magic power again. The light shone brightly, outlining text and three-dimensional images in the secret room. It could be enlarged and rotated, and every part was marked.
The illustrations made by Gretel using silent phantoms, the three-dimensional structure is so lifelike that you can even reach out and touch it. Of course, the countess will never reach out and touch it!
She has touched enough of the real thing!
Count Ostend watched very intently. When he saw the image demonstrating the process of sperm production, transportation, and release, he quietly held the lady's hand;
When he saw the image demonstrating how his device that had lost its function worked, he glanced at his wife with a complicated expression;
When he saw a long needle piercing deep into his body, between the bottom of his bladder and his rectum, he trembled and reflexively tightened his legs...
"This method seems to be quite painful, so let's wait a little longer." The countess held back her hand empathetically:
"Hey, I mentioned the verification method later... You can try it with boars and sows. Get the life essence from the boar and inject it into the sow? But who will do it?"
"Don't even think about it!" Count Ostend turned to glare at the lady. The man's voice was loud, but he didn't hold the woman's hand with any force, for fear of hurting his wife:
"My wife must never touch these boars with her own hands!"
The matter was decided like this. Whether to send the eldest son for treatment and wait for further news from Nevis; whether the earl himself wanted to receive treatment and wait for the verification results. Then...
"What they say over there is that there may be a great famine next year. Do you believe it? Do you want to renovate the warehouses and step up the food storage?"
"...Or the garrison?" Count Ostend hesitated for a moment, and the balance in his heart immediately tipped towards the other side of the strait:
"No matter when I have food in my hands, I always feel at ease. Even if there is no great famine, the food in the village can still be used to make ale!"
Similar conversations continued to sound in various places across the Taiwan Strait.
The Duke of the Netherlands, the Duke of Saxony, and the Earl of Askan, these nobles who were not too close to the Glorious Holy See and had friendly relations with the Kingdom of Kent, were all notified one after another.
There will be a great famine next year!
A severe famine, the kind where the bare ground is thousands of miles long and the grass doesn’t even grow very much!
If you don’t want to starve the people to death in large areas and greatly reduce the power in the territory, you’d better start taking action from now on, collect food, collect food, work hard to collect food!
Naturally, whether you believe it or not, and how you will act in the future if you believe it, is another matter.
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