It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 969: Going to the Land of Eagles? Add money or shake people? (Push up for more updates 2)
Chapter 969: Going to the Land of Eagles? Add money or shake people? (Push up for more updates 2)
After repelling the envoys from the Eagle Kingdom, Grete and his party returned to their residence to discuss privately. As Bernard bent over to enter, with several chiefs stuck behind him, Grete pulled Linn and whispered urgently:
"Brother Lin En, the Nilka female snake who imprisoned you is now a prisoner in my hands. I promised them before that I would let you go once they brought you back. Now..."
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and his eyes were full of interest. Hey, brother Lin En! Hey, brother Lin En, who has been single for ten thousand years!
Brother Lin En, who is always serious and has a straight face, spending time with all kinds of bones from morning to night!
There are actually women who like it!
Although Nilka's character and behavior are very unwelcome to him, and it is estimated that Brother Linn may not like to see him either. However, being disliked does not prevent him from gossiping...
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey...
Following his words, Cerela also put her head forward, blinking brightly. Linn paused, and for a rare moment, he held his hands and feet together, then raised his hand to press Gretel's forehead, and pushed out fiercely.
push:
"How are you now? You must fulfill your promise! Let me go! Let me go immediately! By the way, how are you and Cerira? She is actually willing to accompany you to the New World..."
"I'll go immediately and ask them to let him go!"
Grete ran away. He ran out of the tent and discussed with the Great Witch of the Kestrel Tribe, asking him to send a message to the tribal settlement, and then let the Golden Eagle Warrior and the Snake Girl go there to pick them up...
After coming back from the circle, Linn was already sitting in the middle of the tent, with an empty seat between him and Cerira. You didn't look at me, and I didn't look at you either. Gretel suppressed a smile and sat between them, on the right side, and was immediately seated.
Ruila turned her elbow:
"How about it?"
"Let her go, what else can I do?" Grete lazily spread his hands to her:
"It's not like she's an important person. What's the use of keeping a basically useless female snake? Brother Lin En has no interest in her..."
Lin En wore a pale necromancer face, pretended not to hear, lowered his head and petted the cat. Well, as long as I don't respond, it's not me who's embarrassed, no matter what, it's not me...
Cerela made a "thump" sound and tried to snatch Mr. Trocca over. She moved her hand, but stopped in the end. She paused, turned around, picked up the lightning cat from Grete's shoulder, and touched it again and again.
Touch it twice, look at the black cat, touch it twice, look at it again...
Seeing the third glance, Grete reached out and picked up the black cat and put it on his lap. After stroking it from beginning to end, he raised his head and said to the great chiefs and great witches:
"When Mr. Trocca escaped from the Eagle Country, part of his 'existence' was torn off and he was seriously injured. Such injuries are not physical and I can't deal with them."
While saying this, pay attention to Linn's movements. Until he finished speaking, Linn sat quietly and listened, leaning forward slightly, neither interrupting nor blocking. His eyes focused on Mr. Trocca's back, full of
It's all concern and worry.
Gretel knew that Linn wanted to find a way to save Mr. Trocca. He picked up the black cat and showed it around:
"Can you please take a look at the totem gods and see if you have any impressions of it? Was it already injured when you saw it last year?"
There was silence in the tent. The witch priests looked at each other. For a moment, the great witch priest of the Black Panther tribe spread his hands first:
"The Leopard God has noticed this child for a long time. She said that she is not good at it and can't help."
That was, the Black Panther God who went to battle was also a powerful monster, physically present in the world. Gretel had no hope for him at first, so he thanked the Great Witch Sacrifice and turned his expectant eyes to the others:
what about you?
What you worship are all beast spirits, ancestor gods, and other such beings. This kind of injury is basically at the spirit level, which may be higher than the spirit level. You should be better at dealing with it?
Inside the tent, the witch priests exchanged glances with each other. Soon, the great shaman priest of the Buffalo tribe stood up first and approached tremblingly.
He took out a polished horn and put it to his lips to blow. Soon, Gretel felt an oppressive force condensing in the tent:
The gold ornaments on the crown of the great shaman priest and the gold rings on the ear shells were clattering automatically without any wind. Even the curling and rotating totem tattoos, at first glance, seemed to be floating from the face and soaring into the night sky.
The firewood in the center of the tent crackled, casting his shadow on the tent wall, magnifying it many times. Faintly, a pair of huge horns seemed to rise behind the huge black shadow...
Gretel subconsciously raised his head and looked directly into a pair of gentle and quiet eyes in the void.
Those golden-brown eyes looked at him quietly for a moment, then lowered their eyes and focused their gaze on Mr. Trocca. For a moment, they lowered themselves lower and lower, took a deep breath, and exhaled hard.
The breath he exhaled went from emptiness to reality. Finally, a faint black light condensed in the palm of the buffalo tribe's great witch priest.
"The Buffalo God said that she has never seen this one before." The great witch priest of the Buffalo Tribe held up the black light and sent it to Gretel, while relaying the words of his god:
"However, such an injury belongs to a very powerful god... stronger than him, and the attack is very sharp and fierce. He has no way to treat it, so he can only use some of his strength to make this child feel better."
A powerful, fierce and fierce god?
Like a kestrel or a black panther?
Or stronger?
Gretel quickly thanked him, held Mr. Trocca in his arms, and carried him to the side of the black light. Mr. Trocca had already stood up impatiently, but he had short calves and could not jump so high. Once he was lifted to a high enough height, the four of them jumped.
With a kick of his claws, he jumped up
"Meow!"
It swallowed the black light into its belly and landed firmly. It turned its head, ran back to Grete's lap, and quickly curled up into a ball.
After the buffalo god saw it, the great shaman of the kestrel tribe played the bone flute again to attract the gods. The shadow of the kestrel appeared faintly. He lowered his head to observe for a while, and suddenly raised his paw to grab it. Grete screamed in surprise.
:
"etc!"
He quickly reached out to stop him. The illusory, cold claws passed through the back of his hand, touched Mr. Trocca's back, and then retracted.
Just like light entering water, it goes in and out without causing any harm. The black cat curled up peacefully, squinting its eyes and making a purring sound, and its whiskers curled up and down.
It looks like he is digesting the light ball given by the Buffalo God, and he is digesting it very comfortably.
Grete breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and saw the Kestrel Tribe's Great Witch Priest putting down his bone flute with a serious look on his face:
"Our God said that the injuries on this kid's body are very similar to the ones he caught, as well as the way he attacked. However, the one who attacked is much stronger than him."
Grete's face was also solemn. He looked at Linn reflexively, and Linn's cheeks tightened and she nodded slowly to him:
"That's the most likely scenario."
When escaping from the Eagle Kingdom, he was chased by the Eagle God in the air and tore off a piece. This was what he had guessed before and was the most likely cause of Mr. Trocca's injury.
Without him, if you want to chase a guy who is fleeing quickly, would you let the snake god dispatch or the eagle god?
"So you are going to negotiate with the Eagle God?" Gretel looked down at the black cat on his lap, scratched its chin, and then glanced at the Great Witch Festival of the Buffalo Tribe.
The black light spit out by the Buffalo God seemed to be quite beneficial to Mr. Trocca. The black cat lying on his lap felt that its coat was much smoother and its weight seemed to have increased a bit.
If you go to the Eagle God, even if you can't get that ball of "existence" back, you can still ask it to spit out something similar. It can always be repaired slowly, right?
"What about the power of the Eagle God?"
"Should we go back first?"
Gretel and Linn spoke at the same time. They looked at each other, Linn shook his head slowly, took the black cat back from Gretel's lap, and pressed him hard:
"I'd better go back first. No matter what, I have to report to the teacher and Black Crow Swamp that everything is safe."
Grete lowered his gaze. Here he comes again, he thought, Brother Linn is still like that, he doesn’t want to put him in danger unless necessary. But Brother Linn, I am now level 10, stronger than you, I am even a legend
I’ve seen all the wars
"Don't be in a hurry when you go back. You have to understand some situations first." He raised his eyes, his tone was firm, and he used his eyes to stop Lin En from continuing. Then he turned to several strong indigenous men:
"How are the powers of the Eagle God and the Snake God? Are they stronger or weaker than the plague girl we killed a few days ago? In addition to the Twelve Golden Eagles and the Seven Snake Women, how many strong men and white eagle warriors are there in their country?
And Black Hawk Warrior?”
"Dear Son of God, you want to know all this, why don't you ask us?" A faint, soft voice came quietly from outside the tent. Immediately after the tent curtain was lifted, the Titlan female snake quietly entered and saluted with a smile.
:
"When I came here this time, our Chihuacotto specially asked me to tell you everything about the Eagle Country. Chihuacotto said that if I want to win your trust and make you willing to help us deal with the white ghosts, I will tell you the truth.
Let me tell you, you can’t lie”
There is finally someone with a clear mind. Grete thought to himself. At the same time, Linn’s whisper came from the spiritual connection:
"I've met that Chihuacoto once. He's pretty smart."
As long as the leader has a brain, it's okay. Gretel nodded lightly at Linn, and when he turned to Titland again, his face became stern again, with a bit of boredom:
"I know nothing about the situation in the Eagle Country. I can't tell whether what you are telling is a lie. If you are really sincere, do you dare to let me use [Detect Lies] to verify it?"
"sure!"
The Titland female snake smiled, leaned back, raised her chest high, spread her hands, and assumed a posture of no resistance:
"You can verify it at will, you can use magic, you can use other methods..."
Serila snorted softly from the side.
Grete threw the [Detect Lies] over without hesitation. The spell did not call the police from the beginning to the end, and after hearing what she told about the situation, Grete only had two thoughts in her mind, one up and one down:
Add money?
Or shake people?
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