Chapter 943 Tuqiongdajian, give Lin En back to me!
The people standing in front of Gretel were in the front row, in the back row, eight in one row, and nine in the other row. They were tall or short, some were thin...and none were fat.
All of them were disgraced and covered in mud. It seemed that these people had suffered a lot after traveling from the Land of Eagles.
But that was not what Grete was concerned about. He looked at each one carefully, making sure that there was no Brother Linn, nor was there any image of Brother Linn... that might be deformed.
There is no problem with the origin. People from the Old World look very different from the natives of the New World. It is obvious at a glance. Grete sighed in disappointment and looked at the Silver Dragon Girl:
"Serila, please do me a favor. Register them one by one, including their names, ages, past occupations, whether they are literate, whether they can write, and whether they have other skills... Check it all out, and I will arrange jobs for them.
"
"No problem! Leave it to me!"
Serila had already been filled with sympathy. She flicked her fingers, and white light loomed on her fingertips. She wished she could treat these poor people. It was so miserable. There were bloody wounds everywhere on her face, hands, and legs. Several people had already
Purulent...
Grete watched her go away with a smile. With a flick of his fingers, an ethereal line connected directly from his body to Valencimo. During the spiritual connection, Grete whispered:
"They didn't bring Lynn. Come here and negotiate with me."
"No problem, boss."
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. Logically speaking, these newly arrived assistants should be left to Balensimo to arrange: Serela has a high level and strong healing power, so she should be busy working in the laboratory with him;
The bard has good communication skills. He can handle things like where a group of seventeen people will eat, where they will live, where they will take a bath, who to ask for a change of clothes, and so on. Gretel only needs to pay attention to people.
Don't worry.
But now, negotiation skills are what Grete needs most. Although he had rich experience in talking to patients' families in his previous life, after traveling through many years, he has deteriorated to the point of being a bit socially anxious: In other words, his essence is actually a bit socially anxious.
Which medical student's dream when starting out is to explain the situation to the patient and the patient's family, rack their brains, fight wits and courage, just to get the patient to cooperate with the treatment, and by the way, pay well and avoid medical trouble?
After a round of talks with the priestesses, Gretel had already exhausted all his power to get more than a dozen assistants from them. If he wanted to scheming again to get Linn out, he had already decided that he was beyond his capabilities and needed to call the outside.
Assisted.
Of course, he still had to do the first round of negotiations by himself. With a smile on his face, Gretel first thanked the Titlan priest and the two golden eagle warriors for their hard work, and then took out ten small boxes, each of which was filled with 50 yuan.
Test tube:
"This is the latest achievement. It's not much. It's only enough for 500 people. There are really too few people who can do the work."
Priest Titlan's eyes brightened and then darkened immediately. She stared at the smooth and shiny boxes built into a pyramid shape and lost her voice:
"Only 500 people? It's been almost a month, why are there only so few..."
What is this little enough for?
In addition to the twelve golden eagles and the seven female snakes, all the white eagle warriors, black eagle warriors, middle-level and low-level priestesses, all come together, 200 is far from enough!
Not to mention, there are also the families of warriors and priests, their slaves, and maids. There are also those low-level warriors, farmers, and craftsmen...
At least 200,000 pieces are needed, no less!
"Then... these assistants are here now," she asked in a low voice with a glimmer of hope:
"Can you make more? I can stay here for a longer period of time, for example, for 5 more days, and give me another 10,000. Can you do that?"
Gretel shook his head with a heavy expression. Behind him, Mr. Valencimo sighed and explained for his boss:
"These people are only low-level professionals of the second and third levels at most. They are neither necromancers nor healers. I don't know how many of them can write or calculate. In addition to moving things and recording numbers, they can also help the boss.
How busy is it?”
"Do you need treatment and the direction of the undead?" Priest Titland had already discussed this issue with the female snakes before setting off, and had made preparations. At this moment, his face was full of worry, and he asked anxiously:
"We female snakes are spiritual beings who rely on the power of the snake god to walk between life and death. Lord Son of God, if you need the power of death and healing, maybe I can help?"
Grete was obedient and got up and took her out. For his research needs, the Kestrel tribe's gathering place gave him a place as a research room. The cell room is above the mound, a shed for raising cattle...
At the other end of the square under the 4-story mound, behind a bull-shaped mound, a row of sheds was erected. The cows brayed one after another. When the door curtain was opened, each bison had its long hair shaved off.
Gretel casually approached a bison, summoned the illumination technique, and took a closer look. There were a series of large and small blisters on the back, ribs, and abdomen of the bison. He nodded with satisfaction:
"These are the blisters that look good. Madam, you see, if the contents of these blisters are inserted into the human body, people can be protected from smallpox. But there are too few of them. Can you do me a favor and make these blisters
How long does it take to spread all over the bison?"
The priestess walked lightly, stepped forward, took a look, and then prayed in a low voice. She prayed a few words, raised her hand, and a faint black light came out and wiped across the bison's spine. The black light was everywhere, and the blisters spread, spread,
Keep spreading...
"Moo"
The buffalo's hooves gave way and fell down.
Before Grete could finish shouting "Wait", he could only stop silently, facing the fact that the bison had fallen. He quickly stepped forward and leaned over to check, and saw that the bison's body was full of ulcers, its skin was yellow and white, and its nose was
There was gurgling pink foam inside...
"I...I mean, just let the blisters grow longer and don't trigger other plagues..."
Titlan smiled sheepishly, selected the second cow, prayed again, and wiped out the black light again. At the same time, Mr. Valencimo grabbed a Golden Eagle warrior outside and took out two bottles of wine.
, he blew a bottle first, lowered his voice and asked:
"Is there no one else? Is this all the ones delivered this time?"
"certainly!"
The Golden Eagle warrior was not one of the two who came last time, and he did not recognize Valensimo. However, the feeling of being a high-level warrior prevented him from making a cold face. Moreover, after the other party finished drinking a bottle
Later, I accepted this gift:
He uncorked the bottle and shot a golden light into it. Seeing that there was no reaction inside, he took a big sip:
"ha!"
He exhaled forcefully, made an appreciative gesture to Valencimo, and then whispered:
"How could it not be all of them? In order to make up the number of people, we went up and down, even scraping the white ghost prisoners! We actually found a few who said they were captured by them after the boat drifted over there..."
Valensimo patiently listened to his rants, nodded from time to time, smiled, and handed over a bottle of wine. Well, thanks to the boss's generosity, this [Charming Humanity] ring will definitely not cost you 1,000 gold coins!
The Golden Eagle Warrior Gudu, Gudu, drank several bottles. Valensimo waited until his face started to turn red before he quickly glanced at the shed:
"Then you have worked really hard. By the way, have you searched for the female snakes as well? It is said that they are in charge of internal affairs and sacrifices. Will they hide a few outsiders and prepare them as sacrifices?"
"How is that possible?" The Golden Eagle Warrior shrugged and spread his hands:
"There are so many white ghosts, let alone next year's human sacrifices, even the year after that will be enough! This is not why we want to hide people... Speaking of which, among us, who wouldn't hide a few beautiful female slaves? When we have something serious to do,
When the time comes, I must hand it over!"
There is a way! Mr. Valensimo's eyes lit up. He took out a bottle of particularly strong distilled liquor, put it into the hands of the Golden Eagle Warrior, and secretly activated a scroll:
"Then have you ever heard of... someone hiding a necromancer? That kind of person who wears a black robe, is thin, and hates being exposed to the sun? Or, did you catch such a person last year?"
"...It really does." Under the dual effects of magic and strong liquor, the Golden Eagle Warrior had obviously opened up his heart and told everything he knew. He reached out and asked Mr. Valensimo for another bottle of wine, and with a strong finger, "Card"
"Let's break the bottle neck and drink it down:
"During the big festival last year, I was out on patrol, and I heard that there really was such a one. He was well hidden, but was revealed by the divine light, but he was not hacked to death. Nor was he dragged out to be used as a human sacrifice. This year's big festival has not yet happened.
It’s just hidden, right?”
In the spiritual connection, Gretel could hear every word clearly. When the Titlan priestess's fifth cow attempt failed, he stopped the opponent's arm and said seriously:
"I need an assistant who is a level 9 magician belonging to our kingdom and the Magic Council, Necromancer Linn. Having such a Necromancer is more important than dozens of other assistants."
"If you want me to complete vaccine production, give him to me immediately!"
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