A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1017: Elven Ranger and the Plague Lord

Monkey safety test.

Pass.

Monkey vaccine effectiveness.

Pass.

Monkey vaccine protection period.

Hmm... the protection period requires continuous testing: half a year, one year, two years, five years... testing needs to go on indefinitely. Forget it, skip it. Let's test directly on humans.

Then, the necromancers followed the manual and selected the prisoners. They encountered an awkward problem...

"But these prisoners are all professionals... The Plague Lord requires the lowest-tier civilians, non-professionals, which we don't have!"

"Isn't that obvious? Non-professionals wouldn't dare to come and plunder the Eagle God's Kingdom. Even if they're pirates or native warriors, without at least level two, three, or four professions, they wouldn't even qualify to join the team as support!"

"..."

"..."

Wendell Jennings, a level 15 necromancer and disciple of Archmage Haines, shook his head vigorously at his subordinates' hopeful gazes:

"We can't use the current prisoners! The Plague Lord is very strict about experiment conditions. If we arbitrarily replace non-professionals with professionals, he will immediately declare the experiment a failure!"

"That's true..." The necromancers looked at each other. Everyone here had been scolded by Garrett before, had their wrists tapped by his elusive transparent hemostats for:

Bending down to pick up something that had fallen, not balancing the centrifuge properly before starting it, or not wiping the bottle neck with an alcohol swab before opening a reagent bottle...

If they dared to change the test subjects without permission, it wouldn't just be a matter of being scolded to death—they might even be kicked out!

"What should we do then?"

"Don't disturb the Plague Lord about this! I'll talk to the teacher and see if we can use the native women and children here who help raise chickens and rabbits for experiments!"

"It's all up to you!"

Jennings approached his teacher while Garrett was absent and explained the difficulty. Archmage Haines immediately rejected the idea:

"We can't use the native women and children here! — Not only because one or two might fall sick, but also because during the days they are isolated to observe vaccine reactions, who will do the work? You? Or those guys in your group? Or should we let the skeletons handle it?"

Jennings shook his head like a rattle. What a joke. They were already exhausted from raising monkeys and mice in the clean zone. Who could handle raising chickens and rabbits too?

"Then... Teacher..."

"Fine, I'll talk to Tlatoani about it." Archmage Haines sighed:

"Ask them to provide a batch of civilians. Anyway, we don't need too many. Just fifty for the first batch, then a few hundred later. With millions of natives around, it should be easy to get a few."

"Great! Teacher, you always have a way!"

"Bang!"

A semi-transparent mage's hand, with the index and middle fingers curled, knocked hard on Jennings' forehead:

"Don't think I don't know you're just too lazy to deal with them and pushed the matter onto me! — I won't be here for long either. In a year or so, you'll have to take charge. You need to have a say with the nobles of the Eagle God's Kingdom!"

"Hehe... Teacher, it's because you're here that I slack off when I can..."

Archmage Haines floated away with a sigh. He spoke with Tlatoani in Tenochtitlan, who immediately agreed without hesitation:

"You need some weak civilians who can't be warriors or priestesses for experiments? Guaranteed to return safely? Slaves, is that okay? Sure? That's simple! Don't worry, we'll gather them today and send them up the mountain first thing tomorrow!"

Just slaves!

Although the requirements were a bit much... between 16 and 30 years old, healthy, not sick or injured, not pregnant... a total of fifty people, half men and half women...

But for the Eagle God's Kingdom, this was nothing! Each noble family, each Golden Eagle Warrior and Snake Woman, could easily gather them with their eyes closed!

The only ones unhappy were the slaves. With the rainy season coming, the slaves suddenly had much more work:

The entire year's harvest depended on this season's rain. Weaving fences, repairing floating fields, planting seeds. After tending to the crops, they still had to take care of their chickens, ducks, dogs, and rabbits, covering the coops and cages with straw to prevent them from getting wet and dying...

Only after all that could they repair their own houses. If it rained heavily outside and lightly inside, that was acceptable, but if the house collapsed from heavy rain, it would be a disaster!

In such busy times, being taken up the mountain made everyone unhappy. Though they didn't dare resist their masters as slaves, it didn't stop them from crying and complaining:

"Will we be able to come back—"

"Don't know... My aunt's little daughter was sent up the mountain months ago and we've heard nothing since..."

"I heard it's full of dead people... The warriors from the house I serve went there once and said there were skeletons everywhere..."

"Will we die too? Will they take us there, cut out our hearts, chop off our heads, and put us on wooden racks?"

"No—"

The procession moved slower and slower. The slaves being sent up the mountain couldn't ride Phantom Steeds like the mages or even use summoned magical horses. They had to walk on their own two feet.

To prevent escapes, their hands were tied together in a line, stumbling along the way. The soldiers assigned to escort them, wearing raincoats, trudged through the rain, mud, and water, impatiently urging them on:

"Move, move! — Anyone who doesn't want to walk, just die here and let the necromancers turn you into a living corpse!"

Become a living corpse?

Forester Aishe Moon Song perked up her ears.

She had come from the distant rainforest, traveling for a month in response to Tupac Amaru's call for help, arriving in the Eagle God's Kingdom. After discreetly gathering information, she locked onto "that place"—

Tupac Amaru's friends, comrades, the father and brothers of the woman he loved, and the warriors of his tribe. Those who didn't die in battle or in the sacrificial rites were likely sent there...

So where exactly was it? She had been searching Tenochtitlan for three days without finding the suspicious place and had nearly been caught by the mage tower several times. Seeing a group of slaves being sent up the mountain was a rare opportunity!

Quickly follow them!

Aishe Moon Song licked her paws, transformed into a smaller form, only a little over two feet long, with gray-yellow fur covered in black spots and stripes. She crouched in the bushes on the mountain, blending in perfectly with the environment.

She leaped lightly, following the procession, occasionally perking up her ears to listen:

"Move faster!"

"Dragging your feet, you want to die!"

"The Plague Lord is waiting for you!"

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