A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1010: Should We Attack the Magic Council? Should We Attack the Eagle God's Kingdom?

The airship stayed in the small town of Walsingham for three days before continuing its flight toward the Kent Kingdom. After three days, the first group of adventurers, with their bags packed, set off westward under the guidance of a council-organized caravan led by mages.

Westward!

Westward!

Westward!

There lies gold and treasure!

"Everyone, keep your hands and feet to yourselves! Don't wander off or take other people's things! If the natives bully you, the leading mage will stand up for you. If you bully the natives and cause trouble, you'll be hanged directly!"

The leading mage stood at the front of the caravan, his expression stern as water:

"Don't mess up this hard-earned trade route! All your information is recorded in the Mage Tower. If anyone dares to cause trouble, even if you sneak away, the divination mages will find you!"

James Lowe stood in the crowd, tightening his pack and breathing a sigh of relief. Such strict supervision made him feel much more at ease: excellent, strict management means fewer troubles, and fewer troubles mean this route can be traveled often.

Earn enough money to raise his sons to knighthood, pay for his daughter's dowry, and save for his and his wife's retirement! Later, buy a large farm near Walsingham, hire hundreds of tenant farmers, and live comfortably as a lord!

Mages dispatched by the council to the New World;

Mages and knights traveling to the New World for their own development;

Barbarians, tricked by the council into going to the New World during the Year Without Summer to fill their stomachs;

Adventurers, confident in their strength, heading into the wilderness to strike it rich;

Merchants risking their lives to trade with the natives, hoping for extraordinary profits…

These people, organized by the council, formed a modest-sized team heading deep into the New World. Meanwhile, a more significant uproar was brewing in the capital, exploding before the queen—

"Great descendant of the Spring Goddess, Queen of Brandon, Aeolan Island and its surrounding islands and territories, Head of the Kent Kingdom, Protector of the Temples of the God of War and the God of Nature, Protector of Secrets, Ruler of the New World, Her Majesty Queen Anne I…"

Grand Mage Byerbo led a group of 17th, 16th, and 15th-level Grand Mages, stepping on the red carpet and bowing to the queen with the most solemn etiquette. Each had a floating disc beside them, carrying one or more gold ornaments:

"Responding to the invitation from the Eagle God's Kingdom in the distant New World, the council urgently mobilized to save them from the invasion of the Radiant Church. These treasures are gifts from the Eagle God's Kingdom, as payment for our intervention. We present them to Your Majesty…”

After finishing his verbose speech, Grand Mage Byerbo stepped aside, directing the floating discs forward and using Mage Hand to wipe non-existent sweat. Oh, the noble way of speaking is really uncomfortable!

Near the queen's seat, the leader of the Royal Mage Corps, Grand Mage Seymour, quickly blinked at him. What is this? What does this string of titles mean?

If it were the nobles, at the most grand occasions—such as the queen's coronation, weddings, or major celebrations—they would add several times the length of titles:

"Duchess of X, Countess of Y, Baroness of Z, Lord of A, Most Noble Order of the Knights of the Rose, Most Noble Order of the Knights of the Daffodil, Most Ancient and Noble Order of the Highland Knights…"

Just these knight orders alone could number twenty or thirty. (Note)

Even Grand Mage Seymour, who was used to chanting spells that require hours of recitation and uninterrupted mental focus, was deeply impressed by the court officials' ability to loudly, energetically, and accurately recite so many titles without a single mistake, ensuring the people in the palace square could hear them clearly. This is no easy task!

Queen Anne and Prince Consort Anthony sat side by side on the throne, quietly listening. Over the years, she had grown from a young princess hastily pulled from a convent and pushed onto the throne into a slightly more mature queen.

At least, when faced with a group of high-level mages presenting treasures akin to plunder from a golden fleet, Queen Anne merely blinked, showing a hint of joy without losing her composure.

As the Grand Mages stepped aside and the floating discs moved forward, she nodded slightly to the left, signaling the court attendants to bring in small tables to display the treasures. She smiled at the Grand Mages:

"Thank you for your hard work, masters. May I ask, after traveling thousands of miles and fighting several battles, were there any injuries? What kind of kingdom is that distant Eagle God's Kingdom? Could you tell me about it?"

"Of course…"

Before the airship landed in the capital, even before it departed from Nevis, the council and the royal family had repeatedly communicated and negotiated.

In the grand ceremony of presenting gifts to the queen and introducing the Eagle God's Kingdom, there were two main purposes:

Firstly, to provide visual evidence. Using glittering gold, colorful gems, and exotic decorations to dazzle the capital's nobles, showing them that "the Eagle God's Kingdom indeed possesses so much treasure";

Secondly, to demonstrate their attitude. The council does not intend to monopolize the development of the Eagle God's Kingdom or the New World. Instead, as before, they are willing to share and cooperate with the royal family, nobles, and various temples.

Everyone contributes manpower, shares the risk, and enjoys the benefits together—although the council has already enjoyed the first fruits, the subsequent gains are also significant!

Of course, these matters are no longer the concern of Grand Mage Byerbo and others. After completing the ceremonial procedures, they would return to Nevis, happily holding a large number of contribution points, and carry on with their business. Gold? Treasure?

Please, what do mages need with so much gold?

Each person would keep a few interesting souvenirs, but they would mainly retain special magical beast materials. For example, the crystal skulls—twelve in total from the Eagle God's Kingdom—half of which were taken by the Grand Mages.

Apart from one given to Lynn to calm him, and one to Grand Mage Haines, the rest went into the council's treasury. Of course, how the council headquarters and the Black Crow Swamp would divide them was another matter of contention…

Seeing such a large amount of gold and treasures, no noble could remain indifferent. Gold is wealth; gems, magic crystals, and magical beast materials are the basis for making equipment and potions, equivalent to future wealth.

If they miss this opportunity to gain wealth, their family's future combat strength and ranking among the nobles would visibly decline!

No, they must find a way to cooperate with the Magic Council!

Early that morning, the airship slowly descended to the palace square;

In the morning, the mages presented their gifts and entered the palace;

By evening, the capital's various morning, evening, and weekly newspapers had all rushed to publish special editions. Hand-drawn by court painters and magically copied pictures were waved by young newspaper boys, spreading throughout the streets and alleys:

"Extra! Extra! Mages conquer the Eagle God's Kingdom, annihilate the Radiant Church's army!"

"Extra! Extra! Hundreds of years of treasures from the Eagle God's Kingdom, vast amounts of gold and jewels come to the kingdom!"

"Extra! Extra! Kingdom expands its territories, building another Mage Tower in the southeast of the New World…"

The royal family, nobles, and temples all began to contemplate how to get a share of the spoils. As for those who lacked the connections to negotiate directly with the council, or the strength and decisiveness to immediately pack up and head to the New World as adventurers…

"When will the kingdom's army depart?"

"Yes, when will the army recruit?"

"If not the army, a sufficiently large caravan will do! Are there any merchant ships running that route?"

"There weren't any before… it was the territory of the Storm Islands and those dogs of the Radiant Church, plus many pirates… This time, we wiped out their army, so we should be able to get through, right?"

"Not sure… depends on whether the kingdom can spare a fleet… and whether they might send a fleet over there…"

"Over there," to be precise, both the Brolin Kingdom and the Radiant Church received the news. Upon receiving the report, the King of Brolin smashed several cups in succession:

"Those heretics! Those heretics! Nothing good ever comes from dealing with them! — Now they've swallowed up an entire army of mine, and all those treasures have gone into their pockets! Does this mean this year's treasures are gone too?"

"According to the report from the New World, the fleet carrying the treasures has already set off." The young queen, Princess Talia of the Kingdom of Poi, one of the seven electors of the Rhine Kingdom, lightly kicked away a piece of porcelain and placed her fingers on her husband's arm:

"The tribute sent to the kingdom has not been reduced, so it won't affect the royal family's expenses. As for the army, the losses at the governor's office are actually not that severe…"

The King of Brolin gradually calmed down under his wife's soothing. He stomped on a piece of porcelain with the heel of his shoe, producing a crisp "crack":

"Indeed, most of the dead were pirates and members of the Radiant Church. The missing archbishop, let them find a way to replace him

! — By the way, there's a vacancy for a deputy governor in the Storm Islands. Who should we appoint this time?"

The King of Brolin was contemplating selling the deputy governor position for a good price to cover the royal family's deficit. As for sending troops? Revenge?

What a joke, where would the money come from?

Heaven knows, ever since the kingdom declared bankruptcy, the Nevis declared independence, and the Capet Kingdom declared independence, the royal finances have been under a dark cloud.

Bonds couldn't be sold, a large chunk of tax-collecting land was lost, and he couldn't even afford to change into embroidered silk robes for morning, noon, and night!

The shock to the Radiant Church was much greater. An 18th-level Gold-Robed Archbishop—even one who had given up hope of advancement, seeking to make money and retire in the New World—dying in a distant land was not a trivial matter.

The church now faced two questions:

First, who should be sent to fill this position?

Second, should they launch a retaliatory attack against the Magic Council? Should they organize operations in the Kent Kingdom, the New World, or the Storm Islands?

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