A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1065: Cirilla, You're Eating That as a Snack?! We're Doomed, I Can't Afford to Raise You Anymore

"They'll definitely come."

Before Garrett could finish speaking, Sisoyin quickly picked up the conversation. The middle-aged elven warrior looked deeply troubled.

"They come twice a year, sending people along this road to transport... these things." He gestured to the ground, where gold, silver, and various jewels were scattered in abundance.

"This month's shipment is actually one of the smaller ones. Over twenty years ago, they lost a box. They reacted quickly, and within two or three days, two flying knights arrived from afar..."

Two or three days?

Garrett stiffened.

Flying knights meant at least level 15 Sky Knights. If they arrived in two or three days, were they just nearby, or did they have some long-distance teleportation method that allowed them to come quickly?

"And then?"

"And then," Sisoyin's face twitched slightly, "they brought a hundred soldiers and massacred the entire valley twice over. They even chopped down all the trees..."

A shadow crossed his face. It was evident that the loss of so many large trees pained the elf warrior more than the casualties among the local inhabitants. Garrett, however, was focused on another point.

If there were only two Sky Knights, it might have been long-distance teleportation.

But if they also brought a hundred soldiers, it was likely they were either summoned from nearby or the Sky Knights teleported and then gathered troops from a nearby garrison—perhaps a port.

In any case, the time left for them to react was probably just two days! And if that dagger had some sort of automatic alarm, considering the time he had been unconscious, there was less than a day left...

Garrett immediately asked, "How wide was the range they cleared?"

"Twenty miles to the south and twenty miles to the north, centered on the road," Sisoyin recalled.

"Besides that, they killed all the high-level magical beasts within a hundred miles."

They killed everything within a twenty-mile radius on both sides just for one box. So for an entire shipment of treasures, how wide a corridor would they clear?

A hundred miles?

Two hundred miles?

Garrett quickly calculated. Expanding the range by twenty miles wasn't as simple as just doubling the manpower.

This involved elite warriors, a communication network, logistical support, and even whether the rear would be left vulnerable after such a large-scale troop deployment...

Just thinking about it made Garrett's mind race with thoughts:

"Insufficient data, unable to calculate."

"Insufficient data, unable to calculate."

"Insufficient memory, system lag."

"Insufficient memory, system lag..."

"I estimate they'll clear a corridor at least two hundred miles wide," Sisoyin said coldly. "A hundred miles to the south, a hundred miles to the north. Any further would be too resource-intensive, and it's unnecessary. The natives beyond a hundred miles wouldn't come here to steal without a reason."

"So that means we need to evacuate the natives and slaves from within a two-hundred-mile radius to ensure their safety," Garrett nodded slightly, surveying the surroundings. "How many natives are there within this two-hundred-mile radius?"

"There aren't many, at most a thousand, but they're scattered," Sisoyin, who had traversed every mountain and stream in the area, responded without hesitation. "There are five or six villages nearby; the one they looted is the closest. The others are farther away, with the furthest one almost at the two-hundred-mile mark..."

"In that case, let's evacuate the slaves first," Garrett immediately decided. He quickly estimated the numbers. There were around two hundred slaves, sitting or lying on the ground in disarray. "Let's transport these slaves first. Mr. Sisoyin, gather the nearby villagers and have them prepare to evacuate. As for the villages farther away, let them run as far as they can..."

"How do you plan to evacuate them?" Aishe Moon Song, who had been listening quietly, interjected at this point.

"Evacuate two hundred miles in one day... Are you thinking of using that Ancient Vine Bird? Can it carry so many people?"

Carrying... definitely wouldn't be enough. With Garrett's ability, he could at most expand the Ancient Vine Bird to carry ten people. Even if they were tightly packed, it could only hold forty to fifty people at best.

And with so many people onboard, the flying speed and magic consumption of the Ancient Vine Bird would become frightening.

But since Garrett had proposed this plan, he was naturally confident. He turned and smiled at Cirilla. Cirilla widened her eyes and pointed to herself.

"Me?"

"Yes, I'm counting on you."

"I'm not going to carry them on my back!" The silver dragon girl blurted out. She took a cautious step back, looked at the gold and silver ingots on the ground, and then hesitantly softened her tone.

"But I can help a little with other things... After all, I took so much money... I should help a bit..."

"Just a little help is fine," Garrett said warmly, smiling so brightly that Aishe Moon Song, standing nearby, couldn't help but grimace and turn her head.

"Cirilla, can you cast a Levitation Spell on these slaves? Just enough to make them float? If so, how long can you keep them floating?"

"Of course I can!" Cirilla puffed out her chest proudly.

"I'm an adult now! Adult dragons can control the wind. Casting a Levitation Spell on a few hundred people is easy! As for the duration... Hmm, two hours? Four hours? Eight hours?"

She started counting on her fingers. Garrett quickly waved his hand.

"Can you maintain the Levitation Spell while flying the Ancient Vine Bird? Cirilla, can you do that?"

"That shouldn't be hard, right?" The silver dragon girl tilted her chin confidently.

"Controlling the wind is instinctual for me! Would you be unable to do something else just because you're breathing? Just like how you wouldn't be unable to run because you're breathing?"

Garrett, who had experienced side stitches from running too fast and breathing irregularly, lowered his head in shame...

"Then there's no problem," he quickly raised his head again, turning to the two elves.

"Sister Moon Song, organize the slaves quickly and have them weave ropes to secure themselves with safety harnesses. The harnesses should be five-point, with loops around each leg, connected between the legs, around the waist, tightened around the chest, and two loops over the shoulders..."

He gestured as he spoke, using [Silent Illusions] to outline the shape of the five-point safety harness and the stress points for each loop.

"If there's no time to use rope, urge the plants to bind them like this. Once they're secured, connect each one to the vines of the Ancient Vine Bird, and Cirilla will cast the Levitation Spell on them..."

As he explained, Sisoyin was already raising his voice, calling the slaves over to form a line. The elven warrior pushed and shoved them into formation, and Aishe Moon Song planted her spear into the ground. Instantly, the green grass grew wildly.

"Bernard, Appa, Mr. Hawthorn, Ms. Jasmine, assist Mr. Sisoyin in evacuating the people—"

Garrett tossed the Ancient Vine Bird. The brown-black bird flapped its wings twice in mid-air, growing larger as it did. It quickly expanded to half a man's height, then a man's height, then two meters long, three meters long...

Countless grass blades entwined all the slaves and continued to grow, threading themselves into the gaps between the vines. Garrett quickly stepped forward, the first to crawl into the bird's belly and settle into the pilot's seat on the right.

"Sister Moon Song! Maintain the plant safety ropes! Cirilla! Cast the Levitation Spell! Get on the Ancient Vine Bird, we're moving out!"

"Wait, wait! Let me finish packing! There's just one last box left!"

Cirilla dashed among the silver chests, her hands flying as the heavy gold and silver ingots seemed to sprout wings, flying into her hands before disappearing into her storage space. Leaving without securing all the treasure?

Sorry, that's not how a silver dragon operates!

Garrett called out twice more before Cirilla finally ran over with a silver ingot in each hand. She leapt into the cockpit, still clutching one silver ingot in her left hand while gripping the power core with her right.

The Ancient Vine Bird flapped its wings, and a strong wind surged below it, lifting it into the air. Cries of surprise erupted from below as the hundreds of slaves were pulled off the ground by the grass ropes...

"Turn! Turn! Head north! Cirilla, keep an eye on the course! Sister Moon Song, maintain the safety ropes and look for a suitable place to land—"

"Don't worry! Leave it to me!" *2

The Ancient Vine Bird soared into the sky. With a body length of three meters and a wingspan of eight or nine meters, the bird flew north at full speed, dragging hundreds of "bells" below it.

The "bells" flailed their limbs and screamed, but the grass ropes were so securely tied that no matter how much they struggled, there was no danger of slipping out. They were just swept up by the wind, like a string of balloons being pulled far away by the Ancient Vine Bird.

"So, there was such a method..."

Sisoyin looked up at the sky, his mouth hanging open in amazement. Even though Cirilla was a silver dragon, being able to cast a Levitation Spell on hundreds of people at once showed spellcasting abilities comparable to the elders of Yongju Island.

And to integrate this power and quickly and efficiently evacuate hundreds of people...

"Could a youngling with half-elven blood really do this..."

He

 sighed softly, smiling at Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorn, Bernard, and even Appa, who were left on the ground. Then, turning to the trembling soldiers, he sternly said:

"Stay where you are! Whether you live or die depends on your luck! Don't follow us, or I'll kill anyone who does!"

Hmm, I hope Sister Moon Song flies quickly, and that Miss Cirilla has enough magic power to make a few more trips...

Before that, he needed to notify all the nearby native tribes to gather their people and prepare to move out!

Inside the cockpit, Garrett alternated between closing his eyes to commune with nature and opening them to check the course. Despite carrying only three people, the Ancient Vine Bird was flying faster than it had during the long journey last night, even with a string of "bells" hanging below it.

"Cirilla, are you holding up? Do you need to slow down a bit?"

"No need! This is nothing!" Cirilla shook her head vigorously. At the same time, she raised the silver ingot in her left hand to her mouth and took a bite with a "crunch."

What?

Your idea of a snack is chewing on a silver ingot?!

Garrett's vision went dark. He thought making a bed of gold coins would be enough, but he didn't expect you to also eat precious metals as food?

We're doomed, we're doomed. I can't afford to raise you anymore...