Chapter 837 Cerela: I’ll take you flying! (Breaking update 2/5)
Stealing bread?
Gretel lowered his eyes and said nothing. If stealing is a sin, then stealing food may be the lightest sin among them.
If a person will starve to death if he does not steal food, then it is obviously not him who commits the crime, but the society that forces him to commit a crime.
Jean Valjean stole a loaf of bread and was sentenced to five years of hard labor.
Gretel always remembered how the previous literary master Hugo described this man in a deeply compassionate tone, and how much sympathy he received from all subsequent film, television, opera and literary analyses.
But Grete remembered that he had provided enough food to everyone in the hospital, every spell caster, security guard and nurse. So Grete turned his attention to little Jenny, and little Jenny took a step forward and stared at that
The woman named Maria:
"Take the bread out of your clothes."
"this……"
"take it out!"
Gretel silently took two steps back, turning his back to the crowd. There was a sound of bodies colliding, and then, little Jenny's respectful voice sounded:
"Okay, sir."
Grete turned around. The woman's face was red, and she stood there uneasily, holding a hard piece of bread in both hands. The bread was not big, just about the size of both hands, and there was a small bite discreetly on it.
Presumably, she used this action to show that she had "already eaten", so she put the bread into her clothes and waited to take it home for her children to eat?
"Jenny, how is the food supply situation in my hospital?"
Grete asked softly. Little Jenny bowed slightly:
"According to your order, everyone will be fed. Each nurse will receive a piece of bread, a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of milk, and a large bowl of cooked vegetables. In addition, there will be an egg for each meal.
Or a fish, or a piece of meat the size of an adult's hand."
As she spoke, the washerwomen around her nodded. They lowered their voices and whispered in agreement:
"Yes, yes! Miss Jenny is right, no one dares to defraud us!"
"Who can eat so much for people who do menial jobs like us? It would be great if the oatmeal can fill you up!"
"There's milk! There's also meat! If you're still not full, you can add more oatmeal!"
"To be honest, I try to eat as much as possible in the hospital and stop eating when I get home. The rations are saved for the children... Where can I find such a kind employer?"
Kindness... Grete doesn't dare to say it. He just feels his conscience and tries to feed the employees as much as possible. A spell caster has the standards of a spell caster. He never gets tired of fine food and fine meat. Every meal needs to have white bread and exquisite food.
Dishes;
Soldiers have the standards of a warrior and can eat black bread, but they must eat enough and have enough meat. Only with sufficient nutrition can they support their strong amount of exercise;
And the nurses... As ordinary people, all Gretel can do for them is to provide them with meals on time and in sufficient quantities. According to the residents' daily dietary standards, the three major items of staple food, vegetables, and meat should be matched as properly as possible. Don't let them
They are hungry.
As for stealing food?
Gretel closed his eyes slightly and activated the teleportation technique. In a flash, he was teleported from the square crowded with people to the center of the mage tower. He tapped the tower spirit panel with his finger and issued an order:
"Touch SS to bring up the monitoring results of the canteen by the invisible servants. Show me yesterday, three days ago, five days ago, and ten days ago."
"Okay, boss."
The tower spirit touched SS No. 2 and produced a screen of light. Although Grete didn't care much about these chores, he still knew how to install surveillance and let the tower spirit control the invisible servants to patrol from time to time.
Halls, walls, obstetrics and gynecology buildings, pharmacy rooms, ward corridors, laundry rooms, sewage treatment rooms... all the places that can be thought of that may have flaws are visited frequently by invisible servants. At this time, an order is given, and the data is immediately adjusted.
came out.
Grete looked carefully and saw that, as the nurses said, there was enough food for everyone to eat. Looking at the large quantities of goods coming in and out, there was no one in charge of the canteen management transporting rice, noodles and meat privately.
He then teleported to the kitchen. In the back kitchen, the oven was steaming, and there were mountains of vegetables and meat on the chopping board. Gretel quickly turned around and saw a dozen large pots lined up in a row, and the insides were sizzling.
Keep rolling:
Oatmeal, mash with lots of potatoes and corn, vegetable soup...
The stored grain, the vegetables on the chopping board, the eggs, meat and fish all looked relatively fresh, with no signs of mold or rot. From this point of view, the canteen management staff at least did not make much money.
Yes. Gretel laughed at himself: This is not the world in his previous life. He still has to work hard to collect evidence and deal with it according to the law.
Here, if he suspects an ordinary person of corruption, he can directly use magic to interrogate him, throw something like [Charm Humanity] at the top. After asking, he will be tied to the city hall and let him die if he wants.
And if a spell caster is not an ordinary person working in a hospital, who doesn't know that following him carefully is the best way to get promoted?
But there are no disadvantages everywhere, which means that the situation outside is really serious now. Gretel slowly walked out of the cafeteria and returned to the quarreling nurses. He glanced left and right, and all the women lowered their heads.
I didn't dare to breathe.
"What are you still doing here?" Gretel said slowly:
"Is there no work to do in the hospital? Have the sheets been washed? Have the quilt covers and pillowcases been removed and washed? Have the walls, bed frame, and table of the room been wiped with disinfectant? All the patients have been seen, and there is nothing else needed.
?"
"We'll go right away!"
The nurses and the washerwomen ran away. Only little Jenny stood still. The washerwoman who stole the bread stood in front of Grete, trembling. Seeing the crowd disperse, she fell to her knees with a plop, feeling miserable.
Begging:
"Don't drive me away, sir, don't drive me away! I don't dare to do it anymore! You can deduct wages or fine me in other ways. Please don't drive me away! Drive me out now. I really want to live."
Can’t go down anymore”
She was lying on the ground, crying. Gretel put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and looked at her quietly. After a long time, he sighed:
"What's your monthly salary, Maria?"
"Five silver coins, sir." Maria shrank timidly. Five silver coins, working 10 hours a day, including lunch and dinner.
For a washerwoman who knows nothing and only has a handful of strength, it is quite good to find such a job where she can have enough to eat and not be bullied.
"Five silver coins." Gretel sighed:
"I remember that flour was worth one copper coin per pound, and bread..."
"I can't buy it anymore, sir!" Maria looked up suddenly:
"The cheapest rye flour, mixed with a lot of bran, costs two copper coins and three pounds! Bread, sir, the kind of bread you supply, the size of two hands, costs three copper coins to buy one
!”
Gretel gasped. One copper coin per pound increased to two copper coins and three pounds. The quantity seemed small, but the price increased by 50%. How could the urban poor at the bottom afford a 50% price increase?!
"And this is still in Nevis. The Archmage took pity on us and kept suppressing the price of food." Maria fell on the ground and continued to cry:
"My husband's sister's family, in their city, the price of a pound of flour has increased five times! Five times! They have been supporting it for two months, but they really can't support it anymore..."
At this point, tears fell in clusters, and his voice became more choked up:
"Two husbands and wives and three children came to us with their family. They couldn't find a job, and my husband was kind-hearted, but he couldn't bear to drive them away... The children have been hungry for two days... How can the adults endure it?
, the child can’t hold it…”
Grete let out a long sigh. He looked around and saw that no one was prying around. He raised his hand, and the hands of two mages crossed and flew out, lifting the woman from the ground:
"No matter what, it is always wrong for you to take food from the hospital, ma'am."
"Yes, yes, I am guilty." Maria kept bowing in panic. Gretel had to add another magic hand, and then turned to look at little Jenny:
"You have to follow rules when doing things. You can only eat, but you can't take them with you. These are the rules. But," he closed his eyes slightly:
"If you just take your share out, just pretend you didn't see it..."
"Yes, sir." Little Jenny had a look of reluctance and bowed slightly. She paused, hesitated to speak, and finally muttered:
"But sir, if they don't have enough to eat"
"You can bring bread, but eggs, fish and meat must be eaten on the spot and arranged for supervision. In addition," Grete said with a stern face, trying to keep his tone serious and sharp:
"If you do something wrong in the hospital, whether it's because you eat too little, are hungry, or lack energy, you should be kicked out immediately. In the current situation, I want to hire people, as many as they want, and let them figure it out for themselves."
"By the way, make the bread half bigger."
Little Jenny bowed her knees and bowed, then left quickly, taking the peasant woman away with her. Grete stood there, closed his eyes, and for a long time, he slowly, slowly sighed.
He built a hospital, stocked up on food, provided good treatment to the security guards and medical staff, and tried his best to maintain a small, warm and peaceful world without wind or rain. But now, the wind and rain from the outside world are still pouring in.
In death, the people suffer. In prosperity, the people suffer. In man-made disasters and natural disasters, the people suffer the most.
However, the people around here have already begun to flee from famine... and they have already started to flee from famine in June? Hasn't the parliament already made preparations in advance to store food and stabilize food prices?
It won’t be able to hold on in June. When the autumn harvest comes, winter comes, and next year’s spring famine comes, sons and daughters are still not allowed to be sold, and the fields are still hungry to death?
Grete walked around in circles for a few times, but finally felt that he couldn't just sit back and watch. No, he had to tell the teacher. If he met anyone from the judging panel, he had to tell them.
It is said that he has not had much interaction with this review committee and does not know anyone. Otherwise, why not go to the review committee on the pretext of asking about the progress of the negotiations and how much money he can get?
He stamped his foot, took out the [Endless Ink Pen], and activated the teleportation function on it. The figure disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he had reached the top of Igor Peak, and when he looked up, he saw the huge Babel Tower.
Speaking of which, the teleportation function on this thing was originally fixed to the top of Igor Peak, outside the Mystery Lock. After Gretel reached level 7, he could modify it independently.
However, Gretel's level of teleportation is really hard to describe. Even though he has exceeded the level of mage, he still won't change...
Fortunately, he doesn't have this need. It's very convenient to sit on Appa's back with Serira and Bernard after work and get off work every day, chatting and laughing. I'd better save the teleportation technique for when I meet the teacher.
The Lord of Thunder quickly received him. Regarding Gretel's report and suggestions, the Lord of Thunder remained unmoved, as if he was not surprised at all. After listening, he directly pulled out a piece of paper and slapped a [Secret Mark on it]
】Throw it to him:
"Originally I didn't intend for you to participate in this matter. But since you asked to take this note to the review meeting, I said what I mean, that is the earldom, you should go and make a trip."
Gretel held the note and left with tears streaming down his face. Teacher, you didn’t write a single word on this note. You just wrote a [secret mark]. For a magician, this is equivalent to his own stamp. Let me fill it out myself.
?
Can I write whatever I want?
Well, I don't dare...
Also, what kind of earldom is that? Which earldom is it? What is it about? Teacher, you didn’t explain clearly, so why did you send me away...
He muttered and went downstairs, took the elevator, and went all the way down to the 120th floor of the Babel Tower. A monk who could run away could not run away from the temple. No, the review committee changed its term, and the review committee's office would not change places for no reason.
In the past few years, Gretel has become very familiar with being interrogated, having meetings, discussing, asking for money and projects, and running review meetings for all kinds of things.
There are eight members of the review committee, and the convention is that one person from each school serves as a rotating member. The nameplate at the door of the office does not write the name, only the representative emblem of each school is engraved, Grete guessed, probably to save budget.
Therefore, Grete was familiar with the roads, so naturally, he was taken to the office of the plastic energy department committee member.
"Mage Nordmark? Please sit down."
This time the rotating committee member is a middle-aged woman, wearing a dark blue mage robe with several snowflake-like patterns embroidered with silver thread. Maybe she is a magician in the direction of ice and snow?
No wonder the temperature in the entire office dropped by two degrees without turning on the air conditioner...
Grete sat down in front of her in a polite manner. He took the tea cup from the staff and observed her:
This female magician is about forty years old. She has a serious face and her hair is tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. She has deep nasolabial folds and a deep vertical line between her eyebrows. She even takes the note and raises her head to say hello.
He didn't let go when he did.
"Hello, I'm Elize Usman, the rotating committee member of this year's Energy Evocation Department." The female magician glanced at the note, then filed it away and rummaged around on a nearby file shelf. She said hello while searching.
, speaking quickly:
"I already know your purpose of coming. There happens to be something that requires the council to send a mage of the same level to do. Since it is the intention of the Lord of Thunder, I will trouble you to make a trip, here."
She quickly pulled out a document marked with light yellow, opened it, glanced at it for confirmation, and pushed it in front of Grete:
"On the island to the west, Earl Roscombe did not respond to the parliament's call to stockpile grain in advance. When the famine came, he did not open the warehouse to release grain. Now there are a large number of hungry people in the territory, and the parliament is negotiating with him to guide the hungry people.
He refused to go to other areas.”
"So someone needs to be in charge?"
Grete blurted out. Master Usman raised a stylized smile:
"Yes. Someone will do the specific negotiations, guide the refugees, and transfer the people, but you need someone with enough weight to negotiate. Now, it's you."
"I'll go right away!"
The Kingdom of Kent is composed of two large islands and several small islands. The large island in the west is called Aiolan Island, because the island is lined with green trees and has a network of rivers. It also has the names of "Emerald Island" and "Emerald Island"
reputation.
The territory of Earl Roscommon is in the central part of Ioland, a little northerly. It is about 200 miles by sea from Nevis, and it takes about another 200 miles by land to get ashore.
According to the information provided by the staff of the review committee, the parliament had already prepared a speedboat for the envoys in the past, but Gretel was very anxious.
"No need! Find a fast boat and wait for the boat closest to Aiolan Island. I will rush over land directly!"
There are already hungry people!
That is to say, people have already started to die!
At this time, the earlier you arrive, the better!
"The closest to them is Belltown Port, which is only 20 miles away by sea, but"
"That's it!"
Gretel jumped up and ran down. Returning to the mage tower, he immediately raised his voice:
"Bernard! Call Appa! Cerela! I'm going on a long trip to the west to the island of Aioland. Will you follow me?"
"Then we must go together!"
"Then hurry up! Pack your things and leave immediately!"
While relaying the situation, he found out that the largest space bag that had not been used for a long time had been taken away by Lin En and he started to sweep things inside. Serila listened for a moment and raised her eyebrows:
"Then why do you want Appa to run? Let's fly there directly! It's much faster. We'll arrive tonight!"
"Fly directly..."
"Fly directly! I'll take you!" She spread her arms wide and raised her head proudly:
"I'm an adult now! Don't talk about you, Bernard and Appa, I can carry a few more!"
Under the setting sun, on the top of the mage tower, a huge silver dragon soared into the sky. Bernard sat on the dragon's back, burying his head, hugging a thorn tightly; Gretel sat in front of him, holding a cat-sized
Apa, a wisp of white clouds gently surrounds him
That was the shield specially built by Silver Dragon for them. With this wisp of white clouds around, the wind would not blow on their faces and the rain would not touch them.
Breaking through the cold rain and breaking through the clouds, the silver dragon spread its wings and jumped out of the billowing cloud waves, arriving above the thick cumulonimbus clouds.
The warm light of the setting sun enveloped them, coating the silver dragon scales and Grete's cheeks facing the setting sun with a faint golden light.
"Celera, let's go! Go west, go south! Fly along the coastline, cross the sea, and there is the big island opposite!"
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