While the God of War Temple was discussing, Mrs. Alva from the Charm Control School was also convening her subordinates for discussion.
Naturally, there was only one topic for discussion: Should we send a few cases to give Master Nordmark a try first?
"Isn't it necessary?"
Beatrice, one of Madam Alva’s favorite female disciples, frowned and said:
"The Count of Ostend will definitely send patients here. We will search for them ourselves. If any of the children turn out to be bad, won't we be harming our compatriots in vain?"
"Then let's send a few patients over first." A magician from the necromancy department immediately retorted:
"Looking at the paper, the first batch of surgeries will always have problems of this kind. People and animals are different. Problems that don't occur in animals, who knows whether they will occur in humans?"
Pity them Necromancers, they have a lot of experience in performing surgeries. Often, if the experiments are done well on animals, they will dare to die if they are used on humans; if the experiments are done well on ordinary people, if they are used on extraordinary beings, they will die.
Continue to die for you...
In the intelligence team, a conjuration magician stared into the void, his fingers flying as if he had been weaving something. He said as if he was in a trance:
"When the count sends the patients over, five out of ten patients will die, or even one out of ten patients will die, and there will be no hope for cooperation."
This is true. In the conference room, a group of magicians doing secret work nodded gently:
Whose child is loved by the other? Even if one of the ten patients sent here dies, the count will definitely not dare to gamble on the success rate with his own children. If he sends ten sick children with hunchbacks, he will return ten good and lively children.
.
Then, the only way is to find a way to find a group of cases for clinical experiments...
"Let's see, regarding medical... oh, the application for clinical trials, let's go run it first, in the name of relevant diplomatic needs." After a moment of silence, Mrs. Alva came to a conclusion:
"Beatrice, you go ahead and do this. First, communicate with Master Nordmark to see what content he must reflect in the experiment application."
"Yes!" The female disciple leaned forward to accept the order. She lowered her head silently, hiding a bitter look on her beautiful face:
I have to run errands again and stay up late to write reports. And what’s even more painful is that Master Nordmark always has many inexplicable requirements when it comes to experiment applications...
The parliament's application requirements for medical experiments are relatively loose. Basically, as long as someone applies and someone voluntarily participates, it's OK. Spend money to hire patients? No problem!
Asking a patient who owes a debt to pay off the debt with his own body? Normal!
Buy slaves directly? As long as you can buy them!
Cured the patient to death? If he dies, he will die. What a big deal, as long as your previous application for the experiment and the contract you signed with the patient mentioned that the patient will be at risk of death. If it is really cured to death, the parliament will never care.
The only taboo is to forcibly abduct patients for research without their permission. This was reached by the parliament and various factions, nobles, wealthy businessmen, various power groups, and the city hall after repeated consultations and back-and-forth.
Master Nordmark's requirements are much more. First of all, the patient must be voluntary, not the seller who sells him, or even the parents of the children who benefit from it;
Secondly, all patients must be fully informed of the purpose, methods, expected benefits and potential risks of the research, as well as the discomfort that may be caused by the research, and must be informed of their refusal to participate in the research, or of withdrawing their previous consent at any time;
Thirdly, the report must repeatedly evaluate and prove that the risks associated with the intervention measures used in the experiment have been fully assessed and satisfactorily controlled, and will not outweigh the potential benefits...
When she was helping write a report, Master Nordmark gave her an entire outline and said, "Just write it like this." She studied it for three days and could understand every word. She couldn't spell it out.
Understand.
Faced with every sentence, she wanted to shout: "Speak humanly!"
Beatrice accepted the teacher's order with tears in her eyes. Mrs. Alva turned her eyes around and looked at the necromancy magician on the right:
"Then, you will be responsible for finding relevant cases? The first batch...to find ten first?"
The necromantic magician accepted the task with confidence. It was easy to just find a few little hunchbacks. He walked around the workhouse and then walked around the slums where relief food was eaten regularly. There were ten little hunchbacks.
My child, you still can’t find it?
Then, reality hit him hard.
He went around the workhouse and the people raised by the necromancers, but there was nothing.
I went around the slums and found nothing.
I randomly asked several poorhouse managers and several poor peasant women, and they all got exactly the same answer:
"How can a child who is born with a disability survive?"
"A child like this won't be able to work when he grows up. Who can afford to feed such a child?"
"Most of them are thrown away after birth, right?"
"I think I've heard of them being sold. But it's definitely impossible to support a family like ours."
"Perhaps a rich and noble family can afford it?"
The Necromancer looked around at a loss. Seeing that the five days were up, he could only go to see the Archmage Edgar, report the situation, and ask for instructions:
"Should we provide cases in another way?"
"How do you say that?" Archmage Edgar was lying in front of a skull, enjoying it and staring at the lines inside the skull. In his eyes, the runes intertwined by those lines were more important than finding a few patients.
Much more interesting:
"What do you want to do instead?"
"Go to the newspaper to collect cases? Ask the magicians of the prophecy department to help find them. Where can there be such patients? Or, can we make a few of them ourselves?"
He suggested a method, and Archmage Edgar shook his head. At the end of the sentence, Archmage Edgar pushed the skull in front of him and shook his head:
"You don't have to think about making a few. With Grete's temper, if you dare to make a few, he dares to come directly to Black Crow Swamp. Forget it, I'd better ask Mrs. Alva..."
Since she said she would provide patients, she should know some relevant channels?
Mrs. Alva indeed knew. Magicians of the enchantment and control system often go deep into the folk to perform in taverns, theaters, caravans and other places. They know more about some things. She definitely pointed out a clear path.
:
"Go to the circus and look for it."
"What?"
"There are always some dwarfs in the circus, right? There are always some people who are born with weird shapes, right? And the children they bribe, train them to get into wine jars, or keep them in jars? By the way, there are others.
Some gangs will bribe children..."
Archmage Edgar floated out without saying a word. This kind of thing is really uncomfortable to hear.
Although they in Black Crow Swamp deal with dead people more than living people, except for a few perverts with twisted and dark psychology who take pleasure in killing people, the vast majority of people will not do this to innocent people!
He went directly to the city hall and asked for a list of circuses, mobile caravans, etc. that had performed or were performing in Nevis in the past month. There was no need to go too early. I didn’t know where they were. Looking for
It's troublesome to get up.
Then, Archmage Edgar scattered his disciples and grandsons. As this was not enough, he went to the Emergency Management Department and the City Guards to ask for help in finding someone.
A week later, in front of Gretel, eleven dwarfs, tall and short, were lined up in a row. The necromancer who brought them pointed forward eagerly:
"These are all cases that meet your needs, Master Nordmark! We have checked them with your method, and every one of them is! The spines are all crooked!"
Grete slowly lowered his gaze. Among the eleven patients, some had childish faces, some had weathered faces; some looked like children, and some already looked like adults.
The tallest one was less than his shoulders, and the shortest one could only sit cross-legged, with weak hands and feet. Seeing his focused gaze, the Necromancer bowed slightly:
"This is a 'man in the altar'. He raises an abducted child in a jar, and when he performs for the public, he says that he was born like this. Very vicious, yes, very vicious. The leader of the circus troupe has been
We were sent to prison."
But being sent to prison cannot make up for the damage done to a child's life. Gretel looked at each one one by one, and knelt down in front of a seven or eight-year-old girl wearing a bright red dress:
"May I have your name?"
"Leah." The little girl bowed timidly, "Dear mage, they call me Leah."
"You are hunchbacked...are you born like this, or did you become like this later?"
"I don't know, respected mage."
Leah shook her head vigorously, and her messy blond hair was swung from left to right, and a string of water droplets splashed out and fell on Gretel's shoes. It was obvious that she had just been washed in a hurry before coming to the hospital.
It hasn't had time to dry yet.
Leah let out a cry of fear, and immediately knelt down to wipe Gretel's shoes. Gretel raised his hand slightly, and two mage hands flew out from left to right, lifting her up lightly:
"Leah, if I say that I can cure your hunchback, would you be willing? The process may be a little dangerous, and there is a possibility that it cannot be cured, or that you may become paralyzed, but I am willing to try my best to cure it..."
"I do! Sir, I do!" Before she could finish speaking, Leah couldn't wait to reply. Her voice was sharp and high-pitched, trembling slightly, as if she was suppressing some fear. At the same time, several other hunchbacks also rushed to speak:
"We do!"
"We do!"
"Mr. Master, do your best! It doesn't matter if it's dangerous!"
Grete frowned slowly. This is not normal, he thought, this is not normal.
The patients he had seen in his previous life would hesitate again and again about potentially dangerous treatments. Even in this life, patients who can make decisions for themselves will always be nervous and fearful.
He took a deep breath, smiled and nodded to the Necromancer who brought the people, and called for people to invite him to rest. He took Leah's hand, took her to sit next door, and poured her a glass of honey water.
After the little girl held the cup and drank the whole cup of honey water in one mouthful, Gretel slowly asked:
"Leah, can you go home? Do you have your parents?"
"No, Master Mage. I have grown up in the circus as long as I can remember."
"How is the circus doing now?"
"They moved on to the next place, sir. The gentleman in black robe bought me."
Gretel frowned slightly. The circus is gone. What can a little girl do in the future? If she doesn’t have a home, should she be sent to an orphanage?
"So, if I could cure you, would you?"
"...Master Mage, after you cure me, will you take me in and give me a job?"
Gretel was silent. How can such a young child work? Washing dishes, washing clothes, and mopping the floor in a hospital?
He was silent for a moment and already gave the little girl the answer. Leah carefully put the honey water back to its place, jumped off the chair, and bowed deeply:
"Thank you for your grace, kind-hearted mage. But if you can't take me in and give me a job, then please don't treat me. In this way, I can find another circus and rely on my own performance. Live..."
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