It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 937: Nodmark, the youngest son of Gretel Thor? (Monthly ticket adds 2 updates)
Chapter 937: Nodmark, the youngest son of Gretel Thor? (Monthly ticket adds 2 updates)
The expression on the priestess's face quickly became solemn.
She waved her hand gently, and the elderly Golden Eagle warrior who accompanied her immediately took half a step and grabbed the air. Several fragments flew to her hand, and he held them up in both hands and brought them to the priestess:
"Priest of Titland. These things have traces of the power of the White Ghost. I can feel it."
The snake god priest named Titlan said nothing, staring at the fragments intently, closing his eyes, opening them, closing them again, and then opening them again.
Grete suddenly seemed to see her pitch-black vagina elongate and straighten in an instant, emitting a cold green light.
"There is a trace of resentment on it... There are obvious traces of life and death..."
Priest Titland spoke slowly in a vague, hissing tone.
She raised her gaze and glanced at Grete. Her slender fingers intertwined together and softly made several weird gestures:
"Hush huh... hush huh huh huh huh..."
A series of breathy sounds came out from her plump lips painted gold. Gretel suddenly leaned back and took half a step back:
At that moment, there seemed to be something dark and cold, rushing towards him from the night, no, from the ground, or from a darker and deeper place, as if it wanted to choose someone and devour him!
However, this feeling only flashed slightly. When I came back to my senses, there was still a clear breeze and bright moon in front of me. The priestess was standing upright not far away, guarded by two warriors on one left and one on the right.
She raised her eyes from the silver crown fragment and stared at Gretel:
"He hates you. The owners of these fragments hate you. It was indeed you who killed them."
"So, we have a basis for negotiation."
Grete spread her arms, palms forward, making a friendly gesture. The priestess changed the subject:
"But that doesn't mean you are their enemy. What if you are just hostile to these people? What if you are just hostile to the forces they belong to? What if you are the executioner in the 'White Ghost' , who is responsible for executing these people?"
She made a guess, and Cerrela, Bernard, and Mr. Barensimo's expressions darkened.
When one's boss is suspected, it is equivalent to being insulted. No one can watch it. Valensimo took a step forward and said angrily:
"Hello"
"My name is Gretel Nordmark." Gretel raised his left hand with the palm of his hand raised straight up, stopping the guide from speaking. He stared at the priestess and said calmly:
"Before I set off from the Kingdom, I was ranked 198th on the wanted list of the Glorious Holy See. If you have priests and bishops from the Glorious Holy See, you can ask them if they have heard of my name. Or, do you know? Know who my teacher is."
The priestess listened to his words carefully. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, silently recited "Gret Nordmark" several times, and turned to the Golden Eagle warrior beside her:
"Traka, please send a message back and ask them to check. I remember how many high-level White Ghost prisoners there are in the secret prison?"
Traka was a little reluctant. She couldn't help but the priestess's eyes wandered, and she said softly:
"Please, this is very important to us."
The young golden eagle warrior mumbled a few words reluctantly, but in the end he moved his backhand backwards and spread his hands. A pair of palm-sized hands were light and soft, with golden wings falling on his palms.
He lowered his voice and said a few words quickly to the wings, then turned around and lowered his head, facing the southwest, holding the pair of wings high above his eyebrows. With a whistling sound, the pair of golden wings shot into the clouds and disappeared in an instant.
As soon as the golden wings flew away, Traka's aura immediately dropped by a level. Gretel stood idly by and did not participate in the situation from beginning to end, and did not raise his right hand until they were finished.
The silent phantom rose up. In front of everyone, it sketched out maps of several continents:
"The 'white ghosts' you are talking about are the clergy who believe in the Lord of Glory, or the kingdom under the Holy See of Glory. They are here."
The white area of the Old Continent radiated a ray of light. Seeing the priestess nodding, Gretel pointed to the island country next to the Old Continent:
"We are here. And you are here."
The green Kingdom of Kent and the reddish-brown New World glow in sequence. Next is the black area where the plague girl is, and then there is the golden eagle country:
"In addition to their own homeland, the 'white ghosts' also occupy a large area of the Storm Islands and the New World." The white area spread rapidly until it borders the Eagle Country:
"These people are your enemies and our enemies. We can definitely join forces to fight against them."
The priestess smiled sweetly. Her dark and long eyelashes were raised slightly, her face was tilted slightly, and the ends of her eyes were covered with dark green malachite powder, and dots of gold powder shone charmingly:
"Okay. Then let's talk about it together."
Grete clearly heard Cerela snorting heavily in her ear.
The priestess expressed her position, and the situation finally progressed from the fighting stage to the negotiation stage. Of course, before negotiation, the goods must also be inspected:
The so-called "white ghosts are our enemies" and so on, Gretel handed in the surrender certificate, which can be regarded as proof;
But for the so-called "he helps our warriors resist diseases", the priestess said that seeing is believing. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, how can you bet the future of the Eagle Kingdom on distant visitors?
Accompanied by several great witch priests, the priestess observed a group of seriously ill patients who had just been cured, and then observed a group of healthy people who had received the cowpox vaccine. While looking at them, she nodded slightly and muttered something.
From time to time, she would flick her long pointed nails at those people. There was something in the gaps between her nails, like invisible powder, or like dark miasma, silently pounced on those people.
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"What is she doing?"
In the spiritual connection, Cerela asked quietly. Grete shook his head slightly:
"I'm testing whether these people will be harmed by the plague. It's okay. The position of her attack is relatively low, so she won't inhale it immediately. Just throw a cleaning spell..."
The fluctuations of the cleaning technique passed by quietly. The priestess seemed to be unaware and walked forward lightly. Her waist was soft and the birds were tingling, just like a snake sliding on the ground. Suddenly she turned back and the tail of her eyes lightly raised.
He picked and smiled meaningfully at Gretel.
After reading it over and over, the priestess didn't raise any questions, and just led the two Golden Eagle warriors, the great chiefs, the great witch priest, and Grete to sit down on the colorful seats in the temple.
Her eyes flickered, she turned her back on guests, and she was the first to speak with a smile:
"Guest from afar, I admit that you have the power to resist the plague. I, Titland, the high priest of the snake god, sincerely invite you to join us and fight against the white ghost and the plague girl..."
When she spoke, the two Golden Eagle warriors looked serious and said nothing. The chiefs of several tribes and the great witch priests also held their breaths and could not hear the slightest cough.
In the huge temple, apart from the clear voice of the "female snake" talking softly, the only sounds that could be heard were the whistling wind passing through the temple and the crisp crackling sound of torches on the temple walls.
"...This is the situation." After about 5 minutes of speech, the priestess concluded her statement:
"I hope you can join us and fight against our common enemy. Of course, this has indeed delayed your time and made you take unnecessary risks. We will definitely give you something in return..."
Several chiefs and the great witch priests all breathed a silent sigh of relief.
In particular, the chief of the Kestrel tribe, out of obligation to protect the guests and out of righteous indignation, rushed forward to have a sparkling fight with the elite warriors. Now he stopped and leaned to the side to receive treatment from the Great Witch Festival, which was really a bit scary:
These tribes will not completely obey the Eagle Kingdom, but they will provide convenience for small things. Now they are directly pushing back, or even directly hostile, if the Eagle Kingdom really comes out...
Twelve golden eagle warriors, and a number of female snakes that have always been a mystery, come together to fight, and their Kestrel tribe will be uprooted immediately!
Thank God, everyone turned enemies into friends!
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Grete without blinking. Gretel sat calmly, facing the priestess, with a smile on his lips:
"We are naturally hostile to the Glorious Holy See, and there is no problem in resisting the common enemy. But before that, I also want to ask: Do you have the authority to decide to form an alliance with me? How much authority do you have to decide the reward?"
"There must be authority." The priestess smiled and did not answer. Next to her, the elderly Golden Eagle warrior bowed and explained on her behalf:
"The power of the Eagle Country is jointly determined by three groups of people: one group is the Tratoani, which you can understand as the 'people who speak'; one group is the Golden Eagle Warriors, who are the military leaders of the country; the other group is
'Snake women', they are wise men and are also the country's internal affairs guides."
He bowed his head respectfully to the priestess:
"The Priest of Titland is a female snake. Her decision will naturally be recognized by the Eagle Country."
Grete looked around. The chiefs and the great witch priests all nodded slightly to show that this was indeed the case. He did not continue to question, and with a wave of his hand, a vaccinia vaccine was held by a floating dish and slid gently towards the woman.
Before the priest:
"First of all, I want to make it clear that these few of us are here to travel. It is impossible to confront the Glorious Holy See or the plague girl head-on. We can only stand at the rear and work. However, I can give the soldiers the ability to not be afraid of the disease."
"That's all?"
The female snake's eyebrows moved slightly. Gretel's expression remained unchanged:
"Just rely on this. I knew how to use this powder to fight against the smallpox that is currently ravaging all races many years ago. At present, everyone in the city of Nevis and the people sent to the New World by the Kingdom of Kent uses this powder.
If you pass it, you will be free from smallpox for life."
"how much do you have?"
"I still have a batch of samples in hand, enough for fifty people."
"This is not enough." The priestess shook her head very simply:
"We need at least one million, even if it's just for the soldiers, we still need 200,000!"
Thank God, we finally have the exact number of their troops. Gretel secretly praised it in his heart and decided to hide the other two thousand for the time being. It was of no use anyway:
"If you want more, you need to contact the City of Mage and ask them to work hard to produce. By the way, I walked here from the east coast of the New World, running at full speed, for more than ten days, across the ocean, at least a month and a half one way, to produce
200,000 vaccines…”
He was still calculating whether it would take three months or half a year, but the priestess shook her head quickly:
"It's absolutely too late. When the weather gets warmer, the plague girl will come. Is there any other way?"
"Then we have to study it here. I need enough resources to try and see if I can make it..."
The two parties bargained for a long time on the resources they needed. They needed manpower, cattle, various materials for casting, and energy for casting. At the end of the discussion, the priestess raised her brows, and the ends of her dark green eyes flashed with golden light again:
"How do I believe you can do it?"
"You can only believe it." Gretel pointed to the vaccinia test tube in front of him, and then pointed to the patient in the distance:
"Or, you can urge your side to see if they have found the prisoner and ask if they can say anything?"
The priestess raised her eyebrows and looked at another Golden Eagle warrior. The older Golden Eagle warrior raised a pair of small golden wings with his backhand. In a moment, the pair of golden wings levitated, flapped gently, and made a solemn and grand sound:
"Gret Nordmark, a seventh-level magician, the youngest son of the God of Thunder. Among them, there is a nickname called [Lord of Plague]."
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