A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1034: Garrett: Obsessed with Petting Cats, No Interest in Going Out

“Mr. Troka, can you make yourself a bit bigger? You can transform into a panther, right? I see that your power structure is almost fixed, isn’t it?”

“Meow.”

“Or maybe make yourself a bit smaller? Mr. Troka’s kitten form has always been very cute! Look, this is a big fish that Cirilla caught from the Storm Islands. I specially saved some dried fish for you!”

“Meow...”

“Then... how about I play with you for a while? Come on, catch this feather! Catch it!”

“Meow!”

Garrett tirelessly negotiated, coaxed, and even offered dried fish as a bribe, but all he got from Mr. Troka was a half-hearted meow as the cat curled up in place.

The cat didn’t want to transform, or rather, didn’t want to waste the energy it had painstakingly repaired to change size, from a panther to a kitten. The golden feather from the Eagle God, with its abundant power and high essence, was the most powerful thing it had ever seen. It wanted to seize this opportunity to ascend to the next level...

Besides, I am the great Mr. Troka!

Not a mere cat!

Daring to snatch my golden feather! Even if it’s just waving it in front of me, tempting me to grab it, how dare you take this precious golden feather from under my claws!

Meow Meow Fishing Net Claw!

“Whoa—”

Garrett fled, holding his head.

Failing to pet the cat, and with no other animals to analyze for now, Garrett had no choice but to retreat to the laboratory and immerse himself in research. He studied the transformation techniques from the Council and the transformation experiences inherited by the natural druids:

Analyzing, comparing, thinking, experimenting...

What?

Researching rabbits and mice?

Observing their forms, dissecting their bodies, understanding every inch and detail, engraving them in his mind?

Never!

What combat power do these two forms have? None! No combat power, no speed, no special abilities, nothing! Learning transformation techniques is to enhance one’s survival or combat capabilities, not to create more trouble for oneself!

Anyway, when the ordered wolves or panthers, or their corpses, arrive, he’ll study and observe them slowly... honing his skills without rushing...

When the dean moves his mouth, everyone below works their legs off. Garrett casually handed out a piece of paper, and the researchers in the institute, the hosting mages and their assistants in the Mage Tower, and the warriors of the Eagle God’s Kingdom started bustling around:

No live wolves!

No live panthers either!

Whether it’s the Eagle God or the Serpent God, they all consume blood food, meaning they eat the souls of those magical beasts and their flesh as well.

The Eagle God eats delicately, pecking through the skull, consuming the brain, and finishing the heart. It then pins the corpse under its claws, pecking away every bit of muscle and swallowing it, leaving behind at least a skeleton;

The Serpent God is more straightforward, swallowing everything whole, including skin and bones, and digesting it slowly. Of course, after digestion, it expels some residue, but whether the expelled is a complete bone or just fragments depends on its luck...

Moreover, even if there are bones, they fall into burial pits, mixed with human bones, other animal fragments, and broken pottery figurines. Trying to excavate them completely—

It’s easier to catch a live one!

It was under these circumstances that Taco Monde stepped into the jungle. He and his son, along with the “White Ghost,” attacked the Eagle God’s Kingdom, were defeated and captured, and thought they would be sacrificed. However, after being imprisoned for some time, they were sent to the research institute;

They were detained in the institute for several months, suddenly dragged out, with someone claiming that his daughter’s lover, Tupac Amaru, had invited a big shot to intercede, and the owner of the institute decided to release them;

However, they were not released immediately. Each was dragged out, poked with a strange tube, injected with some cold liquid, then locked up again. After a few days, they were dragged out again, bitten by mosquitoes until their legs were swollen, then locked up for a few more days...

“You can leave now!” A stern-looking “White Ghost” in black robes led them to the door and pointed outside:

“We’ve talked to the people of the Eagle God’s Kingdom. They won’t capture you again. But this is a one-time deal. If you get into trouble again, we won’t help!”

Father and son, trembling, walked down the hillside, into Tenochtitlan, and out of the city, indeed not captured again. But returning to their tribe was a shock like a bolt from the blue.

The best warriors of the tribe were all captured!

The strongest men were all taken!

What was left were the elderly, women, children, and girls, and slaves. They huddled within the village’s fences, even fetching water in groups, not daring to go out after dark.

The cornfields and pumpkin fields outside the fence were ravaged by wild animals from the jungle, scattered with pits. Yet, no one dared to tend them...

“Want to redeem the others? You can!” He returned to Tenochtitlan, and the mages in the Mage Tower told him:

“Want warriors from other tribes? Want weapons, armor, scrolls, and potions? We are open for trade! But you need to exchange something for them...”

The tribe’s land?

Taco Monde was reluctant. Even if it was jungle, it belonged to their tribe, was their hunting ground, their medicine gathering place, and the training ground for their young warriors.

Each inch of the jungle’s expansion was fought for by him, his father, and his father’s father, along with the warriors!

Even signing a contract, giving a piece of the jungle to these new “White Ghosts” to redeem the tribe’s warriors, Taco Monde couldn’t bear it. He could only ask:

“Is there anything else I can trade?”

“Anything else? There’s a lot! Magical beasts, magical plants, minerals, herbs, all kinds of things... Right, there’s an urgent order recently, complete it, and you can redeem your people immediately!”

“What?”

“Catch some magical beasts...”

Taco Monde and his son stepped into the jungle together. As long as the panthers weren’t the strongest ones, he could barely manage, and with his son, they could surely do it. It was better than selling land or oneself!

However, not long after entering the jungle, he found a group of “White Ghosts,” their faces painted in stripes, bodies wrapped in a motley array of clothes, sneaking into the forest. Taco Monde sniffed and silently followed:

That group!

He remembered that group!

The same White Ghosts, different from those in the research institute!

Those people, reeking of sea and alcohol, with round accessories bearing sun rays around their necks, tricked them into attacking Tenochtitlan!

So many people were killed, captured, sent to the pyramid, hearts dug out, heads chopped off! And they dared to come back?

They dared to come back!

“Follow them!” Taco Monde gestured to his son to flank them, sneaking behind the White Ghosts. Capturing one or two, or best, all of them, bringing them to Tenochtitlan, handing them over to the new White Ghosts—

Exchanging one for one, how many warriors could they redeem?

If they caught someone more important, it would be even better!

A week later, the Grand Mage Tower of Tenochtitlan received two unexpected gifts.

“The new governor has arrived?” Grand Mage Haines was dragged from the research institute to attend a mage meeting. An 18th-level mage, two 15th-level mages, and a group of mages above level ten, formed a circle, looking at the large map projected by the tower spirit:

“It’s about time... The rainy season here has ended, and the Storm Islands are in a rare calm period... If the new governor arrives, it should be around this time... So what do they plan to do?”

“The interrogation of the prisoners and intelligence collected from the port indicate,” said a level 5 mage from the enchantment school, calmly presenting a report next to the host of the Mage Tower:

“The new governor doesn’t plan to make a major move for now. In fact, the current forces of the governor’s mansion don’t allow them to organize a large army to attack us. But, the governor’s mansion plans to indulge pirates to raid ports and natives.”

“That’s troublesome.”

“The mage tower in the port, with a stationed mage of only level 10, can only resist attacks of levels 12~13 with the help of the tower. If they probe our weaknesses and send a few experts, we’ll be in a passive position.”

“Raiding is even more troublesome. We can’t guard the long coastline.”

“Robbing a few native villages is one thing. But we have already opened three plantations here, planning to open ten more, and have signed contracts with the natives for several places...”

“Should we take the initiative to strike?”

“Don’t joke. With our current strength, defending our territory is already difficult. How can we take the initiative?”

“I have a solution... We have developed a yellow fever vaccine and can use the Plague Spell to vaccinate a large area, right? Send a mage proficient in the Plague Spell to the Storm Islands to spread the yellow fever pathogen...”

Instantly, except for the two necromancers, all the mages

 present shivered.

Yellow fever, yellow fever. This plague is notorious in the Eagle God’s Kingdom and the Storm Islands. A healthy person can develop a high fever, fall into bed, turn yellow all over, and start vomiting black blood in a few days...

When its scythe sweeps through, losing one-tenth of a city’s population, or even more, is not impossible. In the Storm Islands, the demon that governs this disease is revered as the “King in Yellow.”

If an infected person is on a ship, it must hoist a special yellow flag and quarantine outside the port for 40 days. Anyone daring to disembark, whether sailor or passenger, will be shot by port guards!

“It’s a good plan.” Grand Mage Haines leaned forward, fingers interlaced, supporting his chin. Before the one who suggested it could show joy, he sighed long and deeply:

“Unfortunately, it’s impossible.”

“Why?!”

“Because we all took an oath. Everyone who came here and entered the research institute. We swore to the secrets, never to use what we know or learn to kill or harm, only to heal and save.”

The conference room of the Mage Tower fell silent. After a moment, several mages in the corner whispered:

“It’s that Plague Lord again...”

“Yeah, it could only be him...”

“Tying our hands...”

“Not taking the initiative is fine.” In the silence, Grand Mage Jennings, Haines’ disciple, quietly suggested:

“We can widely vaccinate the natives below the highlands, and the adventurers from Nevis. As for others... lead them into the jungle, let them wander a bit, and then let them go back, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” The atmosphere brightened. The mages spoke up:

“Those pirates entering the jungle and returning on their own can’t be blamed on us!”

“We can also release some monkeys bitten by diseased mosquitoes! According to the papers, monkeys scratched by infected ones will also get sick!”

“We can also release a batch of mosquitoes! Or use the Plague Swarm to gather mosquitoes to bite monkeys... This can’t be considered killing or harming, right?”

“We can put water bags with mosquito eggs on pirate ships too!”

“Right, don’t let the Plague Lord know about this...”

Garrett, who didn’t come to town to wander or chat in the Mage Tower, also didn’t know what the governor’s mansion did or how the mages planned to respond. He was engrossed in the research institute, spending days with the magical beasts brought by the natives:

Obsessed with petting cats, no interest in going out.

“Ah, Moon Song sister, please talk to this panther again! Tell it not to bite me! I don’t mean it any harm, I just want to observe its form!”

“It doesn’t intend to bite you, it’s just playing with you... And why don’t you talk to it yourself? What happened to your animal communication skills? Have you fed them to the dogs?”

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