A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1009: Go West! Go West! Make Big Money!

Garrett buried himself in the research institute, engrossed in mutating viruses, screening viruses, and cultivating viruses, unaware of the passage of time.

He didn't know that Cirilla had chosen a temporary nest on the nearby snowy mountain top, spreading out her gold items and rolling around, taking Mr. Troka up there to play every day.

He also didn't know that the rainy season had begun in the nearby city of Tenoch, with overcast skies and continuous downpours, causing the lake water to gradually rise.

Furthermore, he didn't know that storms were brewing at sea, causing ships to tie up and lower their sails, seeking refuge in the harbor. The Hawthorne couple's "Flint and Jasmine Adventure Supplies Store" had its doors blown off twice, and only Mrs. Jasmine's emergency vine growth spell prevented the roof from being blown off too.

Of course, he had no idea about the uproar caused by the council's action against the Kingdom of the Eagle God in Nevis and the Kingdom of Kent.

"250 tons of gold... various precious gems of roughly equivalent value... magic crystals... magical beasts... beast bones... feathers... plants... various specialties..."

When the Grand Mage Tower in Tenoch City was erected, this rough news had already reached Nevis and circulated among the reviewers and legendary mages. Such a huge amount of wealth could not be ignored, even by legendary mages:

"With this gold, the council will have more spending flexibility in the coming years!"

The council's finance officer, Farick Yano, a grand mage in the prophecy department, was beaming. Despite the lack of clear economic theory, every finance officer had a clear concept: earn as much as you spend.

How much gold is in the secret vault, how many products the council produced and sold that year, determined how many contribution points could be issued. With less gold and fewer products, and if the products couldn't be sold, everyone had to tighten their belts and endure tough times.

And this time, 250 tons of gold!

In previous years, the council had mobilized the third fleet and the "Stone of Transformation" alchemy ship, with several legendary mages. Together with the kingdom's navy, they contacted dwarves, barbarians, blood races, and orcs to intercept the Radiant Church's gold fleet—

With such a grand mobilization, the gold that fell into the council's hands was not even a fraction of this amount!

They struck it rich!!!

"Materials worth 250 tons of gold!" The transformation department's reviewer also had glowing eyes. The value of these materials in Nevis would be at least five times higher—

More importantly, these were materials from the southwestern part of the New World, the Kingdom of the Eagle God! How many of these things had the council never seen before and were worth the transformation mages' time to identify and study!

Just researching these materials could raise the average level of low-tier transformation mages by one or two levels!

There were also many materials that were previously special products of the Storm Islands. The council's reach couldn't extend there, so they could only get them through middlemen at high prices and in small quantities. This time, with a big batch coming in, hehe, hehe, hehe...

The reviewer had already drawn up a long list in his mind of magical items that could not be produced or mass-produced due to a lack of raw materials:

"Flying cloaks... Sunlight bracelets... Swan ship amulets... Rainbow robes..."

With a large batch of precious feathers and gems, mass production of these items could greatly enhance the council's overall strength!

"Expansion! Expansion! Expand to the south of the New World!"

"Extend our power there!"

"Just as their strength is greatly damaged! Send our power there!"

"Ahem..."

Eliza Usman, the rotating reviewer of the evocation department, coughed lightly. She raised her eyes, her ice-blue pupils sweeping around, and her voice was cold:

"What's the rush. This kind of thing needs to be done slowly, with thorough planning. It's best to mobilize civilian forces—if you ask me, it's best to advance both by sea and land, build more seaports along the coast, and more mage towers, so that merchant ships can see the profit and naturally head over there;"

She glanced around and saw that the reviewers from the prophecy, transformation, and conjuration departments were all nodding continuously, and she raised a slight smile:

"On land, thanks to our Nordmark mage, we have established good relations along the way. Displaying our harvest in the settlements on the east coast of the New World, telling them there's plenty of gold there—I don't believe that gold can't attract them to run over there!"

"Besides us mages, it's best to involve those nobles and civilian adventurers." The protection department's reviewer suggested gently:

"Can we change the airship's route to stop at the capital? Even hold a triumphal ceremony and give a few gifts to the queen! Let those nobles see that we have opened this route, and the Kingdom of the Eagle God has gold and treasures!"

The reviewers discussed in detail and made a detailed plan to report to the legendary mages. Soon, Nevis's decision was transmitted by the Tower of Heaven to the Grand Mage Tower in Tenoch, reaching Archmage Byerbo and his team:

"Show off in the settlements? Then in the capital? No problem!"

James Lowe walked back into the small town of Walsingham with a large leather sack slung over his shoulder.

He had left the Kingdom of Kent years ago and came to the New World.

That year, he followed Baron Hopman's order to assassinate a mage named Garrett Nordmark. After stalking for several days, lying on the beam for a whole night, and preparing to strike three times without finding an opportunity.

There was always a master around him...

He gritted his teeth, returned to the baron's castle, and took his family to the New World. With his skills as a level 7 assassin, he entered the wilderness, hunting beasts and gathering rare plants, and lived quite well. Although it was tough, it was peaceful!

He didn't have to be ordered around by the baron, killing this person today and that person tomorrow, being disgusted by him every day, and possibly being discarded as a pawn!

However, James Lowe aged day by day. From forty to forty-five, then to forty-six, forty-seven, and soon fifty. As a level 7 assassin, his body wouldn't immediately decline, but if he wanted to make big money, it was now or never...

His eldest son was still not progressing, unable to break through as a knight, and his youngest daughter needed a hefty dowry to marry well...

He sold the buffalo hides, beaver pelts, fire fox pelts, and a rare leopard skin he risked his life for, one by one, for a bag full of jingling gold coins.

Yes, with this money, he could buy a bottle of "Blood-burning Potion" for knight advancement and pay for a bishop at the Temple of War to assist. The temple recently had a new method that supposedly reduced the risk of advancement to near zero...

If only his eldest son could break through as a knight. Then, he would prepare knight armor for his son and a dowry for his daughter. He would need seven or eight more days like today, meaning three to five years of hard work.

James Lowe stepped out of the leather shop, squinting to adjust to the sunlight, when a series of exclamations suddenly erupted around him.

"Airship!"

"Airship!"

"The airship is back!"

James Lowe looked up, following the gaze of the people around him. A massive airship, larger than several houses combined, was slowly descending from the sky. Shopkeepers on both sides of the road came out to watch, pointing and envying:

"It's the council's airship!"

"A few months ago, it stayed here for three days and then flew west, said to go to the far west of the New World!"

"Now it's back, I wonder what they brought back?"

"Old Bob went with them, said he wanted to make a fortune in that Eagle God's Kingdom! I wonder if he succeeded? In such a distant native land, what good things could there be?"

The street was abuzz with discussion. Soon, the sound of store shutters closing echoed in succession. James Lowe snapped out of it and saw many shops closing their doors—

The shopkeepers and clerks were rushing toward a flat hill outside the town, where the descending airship was heading.

Run!

Run!

Go and see what good things came from the distant Kingdom of the Eagle God!

James Lowe tightened his money bag, relying on his agility and alertness, and followed the crowd. Near the hill, a wind barrier had been set up, and a mage stood high on a magic carpet, shouting through an amplification spell:

"Don't push! Don't push!—The airship will stay here for three days, and the Eagle God's Kingdom's harvest will be displayed in front of the mage tower's plaza! Everyone can see it then! Now, please disperse and let us replenish supplies!"

The mages kept their word. Starting the next day, the plaza in front of the mage tower was crowded, half the town's people squeezing in. James Lowe queued up to take a look, and was instantly dazzled:

Gold!

Gold!

Gold plates, gold bowls, gold crowns, gold necklaces, gold bracelets, gold masks...

Rubies, sapphires, obsidian, sunstones, tourmalines, opals...

Colorful feathers, brimming with strong magical energy...

"There are many gold and gem mines

there!" The mages in charge of the display smiled, patiently explaining:

"The local natives have very backward production capabilities. They don't even forge iron, and bronze tools are rare!—Our steel knives, iron axes, even sewing needles sell well there! A steel dagger can exchange for two large pieces of leather!"

"They pan for gold using a wooden box in shallow streams! Without iron tools, they can only mine a bit of surface gold..."

"Danger on the road? Of course, but we've negotiated with the native tribes along the way!" The mages showed an iron plate with a glowing blue six-pointed star engraved by special mage techniques:

"With this mark, you're friends! Follow the map, and as long as you don't show hostility, the native tribes along the way won't attack you! You can stay overnight, buy water and food from them, even sell goods to them!"

"Epidemics in the Eagle God's Kingdom?—Here's the latest paper, posted at the mage tower! Just buy anti-mosquito magical equipment, and the jungle epidemics won't be a problem!"

James Lowe breathed heavily. He looked over the treasures in the plaza, then back at the town and his hard-earned new home:

Should he take advantage of his remaining strength and venture into the depths of the New World for his family, for his children, and for his retirement savings?

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