A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1075: Cirilla's Great Harvest! The Crisis in the Bountiful Forest

"A longsword, inlaid with one white diamond, one ruby, and several small sapphires, tourmalines, and amethysts... the scabbard also inlaid with one white diamond and one ruby... let's hide this away first and play with it later..."

"A dagger... inlaid with one white diamond and one sapphire... the scabbard inlaid with several amethysts... let's hide this one too, we can play with it later..."

"Helmet, breastplate, shoulder guards, arm guards, bracers, iron gloves, belt, skirt armor, greaves, war boots... ugh, it stinks! Garrett, help me wash this!"

Garrett rushed over, summoned some clear water, and poured it over the items. Cirilla jumped back, covering her nose:

"This guy probably hasn't taken off his armor in ages; it really stinks... Hmm, this set of armor is damaged, let's put it away first and see if it can be repaired later... Even if it can't be repaired, it won't go to waste as food..."

Garrett glanced at her faintly. Miss, are you really planning to eat all this armor?

What a waste!—How about I sell this armor to the council later and exchange it for equivalent precious metals for you to eat?

After all, you only want the metal, and for the council, the runes, inlays, and even the design of this armor, along with the divine spells embedded in it, are of great value...

"A close-fitting necklace... inlaid with a large ruby, Garrett, come look, this ruby is really big! There's a snake coiled around the ruby, and its scales are made of tiny opals! So beautiful!"

Garrett leaned over, watching as Cirilla held the necklace lovingly. The pendant slowly rotated, and her bright silver-blue eyes nearly turned deep purple under the ruby's reflection...

"This Sky Knight wasn't very honest. —I remember hearing somewhere that in the doctrine of the Radiant Church, snakes are symbols of the devil, leading people into temptation? And he's wearing a snake-patterned necklace close to his body. Is it a sign of impiety, or is the source of this necklace shady?"

"Maybe it was stolen." Aishe Moon Song also came over for a look:

"It's not elven craftsmanship, likely made by humans. —Perhaps it was the equipment of a council mage? He stole it and kept it for himself? Garrett, try identifying it and see what spell this pendant has?"

"Well... I only memorized the spell model for the Identification Spell T_T."

Garrett reluctantly cast the Identification Spell. The feedback from the spell's energy wave came back, and after a moment of sensing with his eyes closed, he shook his head:

"I can't identify it... I can only tell it has some sort of spell attached, probably around the 5th or 6th level, but I can't be sure which one... It feels very obscure... let me try..."

He took the necklace from Cirilla and, following the method his teacher taught him, began to imprint his mental energy into the magical equipment.

The spell structure within the gemstone was like a maze, three-dimensional and divided into countless chambers, all interconnected. Garrett's mental energy searched for a long time before finding a cluster of unusually condensed energy and started to slowly grind it away:

An 18th-level Sky Knight's mental imprint is so firm... After grinding for a long time, only a tiny bit was worn away... It turns out he is still too weak. An 11th-level spellcaster is nowhere near comparable to an 18th-level Sky Knight...

Garrett, from the moment he closed his eyes to when he opened them again, went from standing casually to lowering his head solemnly, and eventually, without realizing it, sat down properly. Cirilla also stopped her chatter and squatted beside him with concern, staring intently at his face without blinking:

"Don't push yourself too hard... Try if you can, if not, just leave it for now, I don't need it right away... I just find it fun to look at..."

Garrett was already too focused to hear her murmuring. His mental energy transformed into a sharp cone, a steel blade, and a buzzsaw, repeatedly attacking the Sky Knight's mental imprint.

Each time he struck, the imprint, shining like white light, would shed some fragments, but his own mental energy broke, wore down, and fell away even more...

Fortunately, he could still meditate. After a moment of meditation, the fragmented mental energy would return to its original form and merge with his existing mental energy. And the imprint within the pendant, without its original master's support, would eventually fade away.

Garrett held his breath and concentrated, attacking the imprint over and over again, losing track of time. The silver moon gradually sank westward, and the sky slowly brightened until a golden ray filled the sea. At that moment, he suddenly raised his head:

"It's done!"

He lifted his head, raised the pendant, and flung it outward. Instantly, the ruby shone brightly, and the small snake coiled around it seemed to come to life, suddenly growing larger. Twice, ten times, a hundred times...

The commotion was so great that the small snake coiled around Garrett's oak staff materialized from its ethereal form, poking its head out to watch. After a moment, it shot forward with a swish, coiling around Garrett's shoulder and starting to grow larger:

Are you bigger?

Or am I bigger?

"Stop it!" Garrett couldn't help but laugh and cry, stroking the small snake's head and pressing it down firmly. The white snake with black stripes flicked its tongue, its body swaying, conveying a sense of discontent:

You have another snake!

Master, you have another snake!

I'm not your only snake anymore!

Bad master!

"That's not a snake! It's just a magical artifact!—Go back!"

Garrett scolded and soothed it for a while before finally pressing the small snake back. Meanwhile, Cirilla let out a joyful cry:

"So many! So many, many, many!"

The snow-white snake, now a giant python inlaid with layers of opal, had only its tail tip still inside the ruby. As it opened its mouth, a large heap of items clattered out:

Silver coins!

Gold coins!

Silver bowls, silver cups, silver plates, silver jugs, silver spoons, silver forks... an entire set of tableware, drinking vessels, and tea sets;

Gold bowls, gold cups, gold bracelets, gold necklaces, gold rings... though they looked a bit rough, like the work of native craftsmen, they were still made of gold;

A foot-high golden idol, a palm-sized jade carving of a deity, golden feathers, golden frogs... a blanket mixed with fine gold threads, a knight's cloak embroidered with gold and silver threads...

"This guy was really wealthy."

"He probably looted the Governorate of Pelu. The natives there have a lot of gold, and as an expert, he was surely given a share. And a large one at that."

When the giant python began spitting out the collection, Uncle Hawthorn and Bernard automatically took several steps back, then a few more, making sure to retreat to a spot where rolling gold and silver coins wouldn't reach them. The group whispered among themselves:

"He was so rich, yet he still wanted to rob us. —Don't you think, even if he handed over these treasures, the missing goods would balance out?"

"Exactly! But he insisted on causing a big commotion and hunted us down! And look, he lost his own life in the end!"

"Ahnn—"

Apa also raised its voice and called out. Bernard turned his head and patted the neck of the Silver Moon Deer:

"Apa, don't you agree? You also approve, right?"

"Ahnn—" Apa called out again, its gentle, almond-shaped eyes fixed on the snow-white giant python. The python's body wriggled, and it suddenly spat out a massive object:

"Unicorn!"

Aishe Moon Song cried out in shock. She rushed over, knelt down, and gently stroked the unicorn's corpse, trembling from her fingertips to her ears:

"Nanna! This is Nanna! There's no mistake, I even combed her mane and braided it once, and this agate on the braid is what I tied on... How did she die? How did she end up in this man's hands?!"

The elven ranger exerted her strength and turned the unicorn's body over. In front of everyone, the unicorn's abdomen revealed a fist-sized black spot. The center was scorched and hardened, looking somewhat charred as if it had been burned.

Aishe Moon Song's trembling hands parted the unicorn's fur, slowly searching around. The edges of the black spot became softer, with numerous blisters on the surface. Further away, the black color gradually faded but did not disappear, spreading across most of the abdomen.

"It's already like this... It's already like this..."

Aishe Moon Song's whole body trembled. Large teardrops fell from her eyes onto the unicorn's body, soaking its neck fur:

"The troubles in the Elven Sanctuary are getting worse... We tend to the forest, and the unicorns patrol its borders, we’ve been doing our best... But it's almost too late, we can barely hold it back... If it continues like this, we'll have to abandon it..."

"What happened?"

Garrett placed the pendant back into Cirilla's hand and curiously approached to see what was going on. When he saw the wound on the unicorn's abdomen, his face turned serious, and he pulled Aishe Moon Song back a bit:

"Don't touch that wound, be careful of infection.—What's happening in the Elven Sanctuary? Is there

 anything I can do to help?"

Aishe Moon Song, pulled back by him, stared blankly at the unicorn on the ground. Garrett asked again, and she slowly shook her head:

"I'm afraid you can't help. You're only level 11... Back then, so many elders, so many warriors, barely managed to seal the sanctuary... At most..."

She pointed at Mrs. Jasmine:

"Maybe you can help her father? Her father's strange illness was contracted in the sanctuary, and he's now sealed inside an ancient tree, sustained by its life force. If you can cure him, and a few elven warriors, maybe you can help turn the tide?"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up!"

Garrett responded immediately. Then he turned and called out to Cirilla, who was squatting in the pile of treasures, happily examining each item:

"Cirilla, put the stuff away, we're leaving!—Stop looking at it, you can inspect it slowly when we set up camp!"

"Got it!"

The silver dragon girl quickly jumped up, waved her hand, and the gold coins, silver coins, gold bowls, silver jugs, along with the knight's armor and body, disappeared into her hand without missing a single item.

She cheerfully reported to Garrett:

"Garrett, you want this body, right? If you're not going to dissect it, you can sell it to the Black Crow Swamp, right?—I brought it for you! Oh, and this unicorn too!"

"I'll take the unicorn! I'll dissect it later and see what's going on! Cirilla, the elves are in trouble, we need to pick up the pace!"

"No problem!"

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