It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 939: Hand over all outsiders to the Son of Thunder God, except... (The strong sea monster will be rewarded with ten thousand rewards)
Chapter 939: Hand over all outsiders to the Son of Thunder God, except... (The strong sea monster will be rewarded with ten thousand rewards)
Grete’s wishful thinking made a ping-pong sound:
Under the pretext that manpower is needed to produce the vaccine, all the people from the Kingdom of Kent in the Eagle Kingdom must come out. If this doesn't work, all the magicians must come out.
Well, in this case, wouldn’t Brother Lin En escape successfully?
There is no need to hit the door head-on. If you really fight, the other party will use Brother Lin En as a hostage, but your hands will be tied up...
Unfortunately, it backfired. Strictly speaking, it didn't backfire, but it hit the cotton with a punch:
The priestess did not notice his speech, but looked at his space bag eagerly. To be precise, she looked at the direction where the papers disappeared, with a sad face...
"Hey, she seems to really believe that pasting these papers on the plague girl will kill her!"
In the spiritual connection, Cerela said with a smile. Gretel's head was full of black lines:
"Don't make trouble!"
What does she think this paper is? Is it a talisman drawn by Master Zhang, or is it an unveiling of the Tathagata Buddha?
That shiny golden post with the six characters "OM, MA, NE, BA, MI, HUNG" written on it, if you put it up, the whole mountain will take root and crack, can it hold down the Great Sage Qitian?
Look at my head, does it look like it's smooth without a single hair, or does it look like it's full of lumps, all filled with sarcoma?
"Sir Son of God, can you please put these...these..." The priestess stared closely at the place where the paper disappeared, made a gesture, and organized the words with difficulty:
"Bring us a copy? Although I can't understand it, there are older wise men in the city of mountains, as well as omnipotent eagle gods and snake gods..."
Gretel thought about it and realized that it was not impossible. Just like if you are working on a joint project with others, you should always give a copy of the project plan and related materials no matter what.
Besides, there is no need to give the original copy. Isn’t this the art of copying?
The only problem is...it seems that he didn't bring enough paper... He stretched out his hand forward and spread his palms flatly upward:
"Bring it here."
"What?"
"Paper! Otherwise? What do you use to copy text and record important information?"
The priestess opened and closed her lips for a moment, as if she didn't know what to say, and made a few gestures feebly. On the right, the great witch priest of the Kestrel tribe leaned back slightly and whispered a few instructions.
His disciple ran out in a hurry, and after a while, he came in with a large piece of stuff.
"Dear Lord Son of God, this is..."
Gretel no longer had the energy to complain about the title "Lord Son of God". His eyes drooped, and he looked at the items held in front of him by the young wizard priest.
If you look at a brick at first glance, it is still a brick, a brick with a pattern... The pattern is quite regular...
"Clay tablets?"
He asked without hope. The priestess nodded first, then shook her head:
"It's different from what we use... They burned it, but what we use is dried in the sun..."
Grete's eyesight went dark.
He really didn't mean to discriminate against clay tablets.
After all, in human history, clay tablets were used in Mesopotamia, Crete, Mycenae and other places in Greece, including the Aztec civilization, Mayan civilization, or Inca civilization in South America.
The problem is, the shortest of these papers are five to six thousand words, and the longer ones are tens of thousands of words. Do you want to copy them all on clay tablets?
Not to mention whether there are enough clay tablets, even if there are, how are you going to take them back!
Tow it with a truck?
While he was cursing, a crisp sound of "pop" was heard inside the temple. The great witch priest of the Kestrel tribe waved his arm and slapped his young apprentice on the back of the head:
"What are you doing standing still! Why don't you go prepare the clay tablets!"
"Yes Yes!"
With a bang, a group of young witch priests swarmed out. As they ran, they were still shouting:
"Hurry up, hurry up! Call everyone here! Call all the soldiers! Making clay tablets is not an easy job!"
"We need a lot of clay tablets! A lot! What, I don't know how many we need? We can do as many as we can!"
"These are the only wooden frames for making clay tablets? Hurry up and cut them down, idiot! Why do you have to wait for me to say this?!"
For a moment, the sound of dredging, pouring water, and the sound of rammed earth chants of "Hang yo Hang yo" rang out outside the temple...
Gretel closed his eyes in pain. He forced himself to ignore the noise outside. Of course, he also ignored Miss Silver Dragon's hahahahahahahahahahahahaha in the psychic connection, and said seriously:
"I will briefly talk about what I am going to do and how to protect more than 200,000 people from smallpox. The first method is to copy as many of these powders as possible."
He pointed to the test tube containing the vaccinia vaccine in front of the priestess. He took out a piece of paper and rolled up the [Endless Ink Pen] on the oak staff and automatically stretched out his pocket and recorded:
"In my hometown, these medicinal powders are planted on the bodies of cattle to let them grow as much as possible and produce more of the same kind. However, the types of cattle here are different and their strength levels are also different. Can these medicinal powders grow?
, I’m not sure.”
The priestess lowered her head and looked at the tube of powder, her expression solemn but confused, like a poor student who was struggling to memorize in an advanced mathematics class, hoping to pass the final...
Grete paused for a moment. After giving her a little time to memorize, she continued:
"If it cannot reproduce in cows, other things must be used as carriers for the replication of this drug." For example, E. coli, or other bacteria:
"To this end, I need someone to help me prepare the breeding foundation, ensure constant temperature and humidity in the pharmacy, and keep records. I need at least 10 people, all of whom must be literate and able to write, preferably spellcasters."
The plump lips of the priestess, covered with gold powder, opened and closed, closed and opened again, as if she wanted to say something, but had no idea where to start. Gretel sighed:
"If these two methods fail, we can only take the pathogens directly from the patient and reduce their ferocity. For this, I need a spellcaster with rich experience in growth, reproduction, especially plague, as an assistant.
"
Direct reproduction, indirect reproduction, and attenuated vaccines. Two technical routes and three methods were explained in one breath. The beautiful face of the priestess was completely stiff, and even the gold powder in the dark green eye shadow stopped flickering.
As for the two Golden Eagle warriors next to them, they have already watched their noses with their eyes, their noses with their mouths, and their mouths with their hearts. Os123 is like a fool there. After all, their mission is to fight, and anyway, this kind of work that requires thinking has never anything to do with them.
…
"They don't seem to understand..."
In the spiritual connection, Cerela said with a smile.
I really don’t understand. These paragraphs seem simple. It is really impossible for people without any knowledge of vaccine manufacturing to understand... So why are you gloating like this?
Are you so happy when you find that they don't understand?
Grete complained silently, and with a wave of his hand, the recording paper floated to the opposite side:
"Take this piece of paper and go back and present it to your gods, wise men, or anyone else. In short, I need assistants, and as many assistants as possible."
He reached out to recall the floating dish and stuffed it back under his butt so that he could sit more comfortably:
"You have to be literate, you have to be able to write, and it's best to have the ability to cast spells. By the way, I don't want to be a white ghost who comes to attack you. Those people who are caught by you will make trouble and delay my progress."
"It would be best if there are spellcasters who are good at plague and death."
"Aren't you going to the Eagle Country?"
The priestess opened her eyes wide in surprise. Her thick black eyelashes were slightly raised, and the water in her pupils rippled slightly, reflecting only Grete's shadow:
"With your identity and what you want to do, come to our place, and we will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest! If you need people, you need things, and you need things! Bring the assistants you need here. If you want to cross the territory of the plague girl, you will die.
There are so many people!”
She is so pitiful and cute, focusing all her attention on the posture of a certain person, even a strong man will feel soft-hearted after seeing it. However, Gretel only has brother Linn who is in danger in his heart, and turns a blind eye to her posture, with a heart of stone:
"I won't go. There are people here, there are cows, and most importantly, I can start working right away. If I go with you, if there are any shortcomings, can I turn back?"
The priestess tried to persuade her, but she couldn't do it. She didn't dare to use force, so she could only bid farewell to the Golden Eagle Warriors. As for the paper, she wanted to take it back with her, but with the art of copying, she couldn't leave the text behind.
On the clay tablets…
Blinded in vain, the young witch priests and their subordinate warriors poured water and mud, and finally produced a dozen clay tablets. Gretel was extremely cooperative and copied the clay tablets himself. However, after a full clay tablet was copied,
It’s not even one-tenth of the way through a paper.
Obviously, copying all the papers and taking them back has exceeded their loading capacity.
The priestess had no choice but to say goodbye. They bypassed the plague girl's territory, returned all the way, and directly reported the latest harvest. The top management paid great attention to it. The leader of the Golden Eagle Warrior and the leader of the female snake immediately took a vaccine each and prayed for each.
God:
"This thing works."
"It does work."
At the southernmost end of Huangquan Avenue, in the solemn and majestic temple hall, Tratoani, the "speaker", the golden eagle warrior and the female snake were sitting in their respective positions. The two leaders each reported.
As a result, Tratoani nodded and concluded his speech:
"Since it is useful, then we must use Chihuakoto..."
He turned to the leader of the female snakes, that is, the woman who can be directly called the "female snake" without any modification. "Chihuakoto" originally means "female snake":
"Search all the outsiders in the city, whether they are captured, traveling or doing business. Gather them all and send them to Titlan."
Chihuakoto responded with a smile. For a time, the city was in a frenzy and people were arrested everywhere. In the prison under the pyramid, the sound of shaking chains and the opening of the prison door continued to be heard.
The female snakes and the lower-level priestesses shuttled in the corridors, constantly giving instructions and asking the jailers to drag people from the prison:
"come out!"
"come out!"
"What are you doing? It's time to contribute to the Eagle Country!"
The people who suddenly saw the light of day burst into tears of joy. The business was going well, but the people who were suddenly taken away desperately resisted and begged. In the midst of the smoke, the priestess Nilda went straight to the upper level of the pyramid angrily:
"teacher!"
She pushed the door open violently, and before she could salute, she shouted loudly:
"The person I locked up can't be let go!"
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