Chapter 848 Cerela: Oh, it is said that someone is a third-level warrior?
Since some poor people were sent to Nevis to join the ranks of workers, there must be ships to transport people. Grete found one without any difficulty, booked two guest rooms, and went with Cerela and Bernard
Embarked on the journey back home.
Since he was traveling with Cerera, Gretel naturally tried his best to find a ship with better conditions. As an eighth-level mage, it was natural for him to get a VIP cabin on the ship——
It is right next to the captain's room. The area is not large, each room is only 5 square meters. There is a bed, a bedside table, and a washstand. As a distinguished guest, Gretel has exclusive access to two brass washbasins, bright
It shines so brightly that you can see people's faces.
The bedside table with withered flowers is divided into two layers. The drawer on the upper layer is opened, and two rare white porcelain tea cups are embedded in the specially dug grooves; the cabinet door on the lower layer is opened...
"Hey! Bah, bah, bah, bah!"
Gretel only regretted that she did not use the hands of a mage to open the cabinet door. Inside the standing cabinet, there was a toilet with a lid placed neatly!
Although they should have been cleaned before boarding the boat and there was no smell at all, but it was a toilet after all!
"Mr. Distinguished Master, this toilet will be filled every day." The first mate who led the way pointed to the door respectfully:
"If you need anything, just pull this bell rope and someone will serve you at any time. You can enjoy three meals a day in the captain's restaurant, or you can have the servants bring them to your cabin, whatever you want."
This condition, for a merchant ship - a merchant ship of this level, could not be better. Gretel smiled and nodded, sent him out, and knocked on Serila's door next door.
Serira has a single room to herself. The per capita area, excluding Apa, is twice as big as Grete's room.
For the silver dragon girl who is used to living in the mage tower and can even be transformed into a prototype in the dragon's nest at the top of the tower, such a single room is naturally very cramped. However, if it is only a few days, she doesn't mind staying with Gretel for a few days...
And you can explore everywhere on the ship! From the top of the tall mast to the bottom of the cargo hold, she can get in and see the wonders anywhere!
No one will refuse her! Of course, who would refuse an elf beauty?
Apart from……
"Celera, don't go down to the bottom of the cabin! It's very dirty in there!"
"It's so dirty. Why do you want to go down? I'll go too!"
"..."
I went down to take a look at these low-level workers, what their transportation conditions are like, to what extent it affects their health, and whether they are likely to spread the plague. What are you going down to do?
It's such a dirty, possibly smelly place, so I can go down alone!
I even waited on the boat for a day, until the boat had set sail and had been floating on the sea for a day, before I went down to take a look, so that I could see the most realistic situation! I can’t even say what it looks like down there now...
But Cerela ignored him at all. The silver dragon girl smiled and flicked her fingers, a wisp of breeze surrounded Gretel's body, and several light balls rose randomly:
"Hurry up! If you don't go down, I'm going to kick you."
"Celera! Remove the wind barrier! I can't study this!"
The breeze whistled and was pulled away from his ears. The speed was too fast, forming a small vacuum, which made Gretel's ears buzz. He rubbed his ears and helplessly followed the dark and narrow stairs, step by step.
One step, go down.
He walked down one flight of stairs, and then another flight of stairs. Instantly, a strong sour smell hit his face, causing Gretel to lean back, almost missing his footing and slipping down.
"Cough...cough...cough!"
He grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand and covered his nose with the other, making him almost burst into tears. What a smell!
What does this smell like?——
If Grete had to describe it, it was almost like an emergency department. Ten drunkards came in late at night, plus five had diarrhea, and three had diabetes. They were locked in a waiting room with only 10 seats.
Stay bored for another whole night...
"I told you not to use my wind barrier...hehe..."
Behind him, the silver dragon girl's teasing voice could be heard softly. Gretel had no time to argue with her, so he only waved his hand slightly and walked down cautiously.
I walked to the end of the stairs, looked down with the light of the illumination spell, and quickly took a magic photo of myself:
【Increase resistance】!
【Cat Elegance】!
Here are two more [Invisible Servants], give them instructions, help me if I slip...
The bottom floor of this merchant ship, which is used for both passenger and cargo purposes, is densely packed with people! It’s all people! Sitting, lying, and squatting. Visually, the average area per person is less than one square meter...
Or just one square meter?
In short, if Gretel wants to walk around the bottom of the cabin, he must either activate the flying skill and fly directly over people's heads; or he must be careful and step through so many arms and legs...
And always be careful not to trip.
"It seems that someone is already a level 3 warrior."
Behind him, Cerela complained softly.
Grete pretended not to hear. Well, as long as I didn't hear, I wouldn't be embarrassed... Besides, the cabin was so dark and I was walking in front, so you couldn't see my blush anyway!
Can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see...
Fortunately, Grete soon discovered that he didn't need to worry about being tripped by anyone anytime and anywhere. As soon as a few light balls rose up, there was a rustle in front of him, and everyone was shrinking back——
The poor people who were sitting or lying were supporting themselves, squirming, and trying to shrink into a ball. Some people who couldn't shrink fast enough and felt that they were in front of them even did not hesitate to push others...
Soon, a passage about 2 meters wide opened in front of Grete, leading straight to the opposite hatch.
Judging from the width of this bottom tank, which is about 10 meters, Grete can only think that they are already so crowded that they are almost stacked on top of each other.
Although Grete wanted to comfort him and say, "You don't have to be so afraid of me," he had to put it down temporarily in the face of the more important exploration work. He picked up his trousers and walked in, while taking a deep breath of the air in the bottom cabin:
The smell of sweat that has been fermenting for who knows how long.
The sour smell of vomiting.
fishy smell.
Strong smell of ammonia.
All in all, according to a doctor's sense of smell, there is no smell that makes him feel alarmed.
As for vomiting or something like that, it's obvious that these farmers were thrown into the sea all at once. If only 50% of them get seasick, then it's a blessing from God.
"What did you eat along the way?"
He casually walked a few steps forward, bent down, and asked the nearest farmer. Everywhere he stepped, the farmer instinctively took another step back, lowered his head and said:
"Meals will be provided on board, sir. Each person will have a bowl of porridge and half a loaf of bread."
This amount of nutrition is definitely not enough. Calories, protein, fat, and vegetables all need to be increased. Grete thought quickly. He wanted to ask something else, but his feet suddenly shook, and then, the sound of vomiting came one after another around him.
"You just vomited here?"
"Sorry, Your Excellency." The poor man he asked curled up in a ball and tried to wipe his vomit with his dirty rags:
"We have no choice...only here, Your Excellency..."
"Where do you go to the bathroom?"
"in the corner……"
Grete looked far away in the direction he pointed. There was a large bucket on the left, right, and in the corner, about half a person tall. The crowd around was a little sparse. It was probably the so-called toilet, right?
“How often does this bucket get emptied?”
"I don't know, Your Excellency...no one informed us..."
Population density is too high.
Food intake is too little.
Malnutrition.
He vomited repeatedly, the air in the cabin was extremely dirty, and the toilet bowl could not be emptied on time.
As for medicine, looking at them like this, they probably don’t have any.
All the same, they are all hotbeds for the spread of plague.
Grete's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He made a quick inspection, turned around and left:
"Serila, let's go back!"
Short-distance transportation, in this case, people will not die; it is necessary to cross the rough sea and transport people to the New World...
This is definitely not possible!
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Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of... (To be continued) Since some poor people are sent to Nevis to join the ranks of workers, then there must be ships to transport people. Grete
Effortlessly, he found a way, booked two guest rooms, and embarked on the journey back home with Serira and Bernard.
Since he was traveling with Cerera, Gretel naturally tried his best to find a ship with better conditions. As an eighth-level mage, it was natural for him to get a VIP cabin on the ship——
It is right next to the captain's room. The area is not large, each room is only 5 square meters. There is a bed, a bedside table, and a washstand. As a distinguished guest, Gretel has exclusive access to two brass washbasins, bright
It shines so brightly that you can see people's faces.
The bedside table with withered flowers is divided into two layers. The drawer on the upper layer is opened, and two rare white porcelain tea cups are embedded in the specially dug grooves; the cabinet door on the lower layer is opened...
"Hey! Bah, bah, bah, bah!"
Gretel only regretted that she did not use the hands of a mage to open the cabinet door. Inside the standing cabinet, there was a toilet with a lid placed neatly!
Although they should have been cleaned before boarding the boat and there was no smell at all, but it was a toilet after all!
"Mr. Distinguished Master, this toilet will be filled every day." The first mate who led the way pointed to the door respectfully:
"If you need anything, just pull this bell rope and someone will serve you at any time. You can enjoy three meals a day in the captain's restaurant, or you can have the servants bring them to your cabin, whatever you want."
This condition, for a merchant ship - a merchant ship of this level, could not be better. Gretel smiled and nodded, sent him out, and knocked on Serila's door next door.
Serira has a single room to herself. The per capita area, excluding Apa, is twice as big as Grete's room.
For the silver dragon girl who is used to living in the mage tower and can even be transformed into a prototype in the dragon's nest at the top of the tower, such a single room is naturally very cramped. However, if it is only a few days, she doesn't mind staying with Gretel for a few days...
And you can explore everywhere on the ship! From the top of the tall mast to the bottom of the cargo hold, she can get in and see the wonders anywhere!
No one will refuse her! Of course, who would refuse an elf beauty?
Apart from……
"Celera, don't go down to the bottom of the cabin! It's very dirty in there!"
"It's so dirty. Why do you want to go down? I'll go too!"
"..."
I went down to take a look at these low-level workers, what their transportation conditions are like, to what extent it affects their health, and whether they are likely to spread the plague. What are you going down to do?
It's such a dirty, possibly smelly place, so I can go down alone!
I even waited on the boat for a day, until the boat had set sail and had been floating on the sea for a day, before I went down to take a look, so that I could see the most realistic situation! I can’t even say what it looks like down there now...
But Cerela ignored him at all. The silver dragon girl smiled and flicked her fingers, a wisp of breeze surrounded Gretel's body, and several light balls rose randomly:
"Hurry up! If you don't go down, I'm going to kick you."
"Celera! Remove the wind barrier! I can't study this!"
The breeze whistled and was pulled away from his ears. The speed was too fast, forming a small vacuum, which made Gretel's ears buzz. He rubbed his ears and helplessly followed the dark and narrow stairs, step by step.
One step, go down.
He walked down one flight of stairs, and then another flight of stairs. Instantly, a strong sour smell hit his face, causing Gretel to lean back, almost missing his footing and slipping down.
"Cough...cough...cough!"
He grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand and covered his nose with the other, making him almost burst into tears. What a smell!
What does this smell like?——
If Grete had to describe it, it was almost like an emergency department. Ten drunkards came in late at night, plus five had diarrhea, and three had diabetes. They were locked in a waiting room with only 10 seats.
Stay bored for another whole night...
"I told you not to use my wind barrier...hehe..."
Behind him, the silver dragon girl's teasing voice could be heard softly. Gretel had no time to argue with her, so he only waved his hand slightly and walked down cautiously.
I walked to the end of the stairs, looked down with the light of the illumination spell, and quickly took a magic photo of myself:
【Increase resistance】!
【Cat Elegance】!
Here are two more [Invisible Servants], give them instructions, help me if I slip...
The bottom floor of this merchant ship, which is used for both passenger and cargo purposes, is densely packed with people! It’s all people! Sitting, lying, and squatting. Visually, the average area per person is less than one square meter...
Or just one square meter?
In short, if Gretel wants to walk around the bottom of the cabin, he must either activate the flying skill and fly directly over people's heads; or he must be careful and step through so many arms and legs...
And always be careful not to trip.
"It seems that someone is already a level 3 warrior."
Behind him, Cerela complained softly.
Grete pretended not to hear. Well, as long as I didn't hear, I wouldn't be embarrassed... Besides, the cabin was so dark and I was walking in front, so you couldn't see my blush anyway!
Can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see...
Fortunately, Grete soon discovered that he didn't need to worry about being tripped by anyone anytime and anywhere. As soon as a few light balls rose up, there was a rustle in front of him, and everyone was shrinking back——
The poor people who were sitting or lying were supporting themselves, squirming, and trying to shrink into a ball. Some people who couldn't shrink fast enough and felt that they were in front of them even did not hesitate to push others...
Soon, a passage about 2 meters wide opened in front of Grete, leading straight to the opposite hatch.
Judging from the width of this bottom tank, which is about 10 meters, Grete can only think that they are already so crowded that they are almost stacked on top of each other.
Although Grete wanted to comfort him and say, "You don't have to be so afraid of me," he had to put it down temporarily in the face of the more important exploration work. He picked up his trousers and walked in, while taking a deep breath of the air in the bottom cabin:
The smell of sweat that has been fermenting for who knows how long.
The sour smell of vomiting.
fishy smell.
Strong smell of ammonia.
All in all, according to a doctor's sense of smell, there is no smell that makes him feel alarmed.
As for vomiting or something like that, it's obvious that these farmers were thrown into the sea all at once. If only 50% of them get seasick, then it's a blessing from God.
"What did you eat along the way?"
He casually walked a few steps forward, bent down, and asked the nearest farmer. Everywhere he stepped, the farmer instinctively took another step back, lowered his head and said:
"Meals will be provided on board, sir. Each person will have a bowl of porridge and half a loaf of bread."
This amount of nutrition is definitely not enough. Calories, protein, fat, and vegetables all need to be increased. Grete thought quickly. He wanted to ask something else, but his feet suddenly shook, and then, the sound of vomiting came one after another around him.
"You just vomited here?"
"Sorry, Your Excellency." The poor man he asked curled up in a ball and tried to wipe his vomit with his dirty rags:
"We have no choice...only here, Your Excellency..."
"Where do you go to the bathroom?"
"in the corner……"
Grete looked far away in the direction he pointed. There was a large bucket on the left, right, and in the corner, about half a person tall. The crowd around was a little sparse. It was probably the so-called toilet, right?
“How often does this bucket get emptied?”
"I don't know, Your Excellency...no one informed us..."
Population density is too high.
Food intake is too little.
Malnutrition.
He vomited repeatedly, the air in the cabin was extremely dirty, and the toilet bowl could not be emptied on time.
As for medicine, looking at them like this, they probably don’t have any.
All the same, they are all hotbeds for the spread of plague.
Grete's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He made a quick inspection, turned around and left:
"Serila, let's go back!"
Short-distance transportation, in this case, people will not die; it is necessary to cross the rough sea and transport people to the New World...
This is definitely not possible!
****
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