A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 964: Since You Sincerely Requested It, I'll Make You Sick

"Uh..."

The atmosphere grew awkwardly tense. Garrett intuitively sensed that the Golden Eagle Warrior in front of him stiffened, even the pale golden wings behind him dimmed.

He would never admit that it was his fault!

It must be because the sun was setting!

"Well... Honorable... uh..."

Garrett glared. The Golden Eagle Warrior shivered, and the words "Plague Lord" that were about to escape his lips quickly turned into:

"Honorable Son of the Dawn, we are here to fight alongside you to eradicate the Plague Maiden's power. As for returning Lord Lynn, no one informed us about it when we came, and we have no authority to decide..."

"The previous agreement was that I would fight alongside you to eradicate the Plague Maiden, and you would return Lynn," Garrett's face darkened. He clasped his hands behind his back and took two slow steps forward, staring down the warrior—even though the warrior was half a head taller than him, making the situation a bit awkward.

"What now, the enemy has been eradicated, and you don't plan to return him? Do you want me to bring them—"

"Come to the Eagle God's Kingdom and ask you for him in person?"

Saying this, he gripped his oak staff and stepped forward again. At the top of the staff, the Ancient Vine Bird fluttered its wings, casting a giant shadow over the Golden Eagle Warriors' heads;

Meanwhile, on Garrett's shoulder, the silver-white cat yawned lazily, flicked its tail, lifted a paw to lick it carefully, then raised the paw to wash its face. As the paw brushed over, its supple whiskers curved, sparking two silver arcs on the spot.

"Of course not!" The Golden Eagle Warriors' expressions turned serious. The leader crossed his arms over his chest, bowed slightly, and answered respectfully:

"Honorable Son of the Dawn, rest assured, we will report the results of today's battle and your request back home as soon as possible. Given your status, Tetra, the Golden Eagle Chief, and the Serpent Woman will certainly address this matter personally."

Garrett nodded slightly but didn't indicate that the discussion was over. Instead, he silently stared at the leading Golden Eagle Warrior. The warrior lowered his head in thought, then smiled apologetically:

"Honorable Son of the Dawn, after a day of fighting, we are extremely exhausted. We need to wait until sunrise, when the sun shines on our wings, to communicate with our gods."

He gestured to his wings on his back, which were indeed drooping weakly, their golden light nearly gone. Seeing Garrett nod, he tentatively asked:

"This evening, could you share with us the powers you possess related to the plague, so we can better prompt Tetra to make a decision?"

Garrett's head ached at the mention of "powers." He really didn't want to be the Plague Lord anymore... He almost got devoured by this flawed divinity...

But there was no choice. So far, the powers related to the plague were his most lethal and threatening means. Garrett tightened his grip on the oak staff and lowered his eyes:

"I'm different from the Plague Maiden. I only wish to use this power to curb the plague and spare people from the suffering of disease. I have no desire to use it to spread plague widely—"

He paused, then raised his eyes to look at each of the six Golden Eagle Warriors in turn. His voice was calm but carried a strengthened emphasis, word by word:

"Un-less-ab-so-lutely-necessary."

The coldness in his tone sent a shiver down their spines. The lead Golden Eagle Warrior quickly bowed deeply:

"Yes, yes, we believe in the mercy of the Son of the Dawn, that you would not kill civilians without cause. However, we want to know, for enemies like the White Ghost, how much power can you exert?—This is very important to us..."

Do you want me to infect the people of the Radiant Church with the plague?

Garrett sighed wearily. No, even if they were enemies, Garrett would rather burn them, blow them up, or cut off their mountain paths to starve them than directly unleash a plague on them:

This was too much against his moral principles. He had painstakingly studied medicine, not to kill with plagues!

However, just because some abilities could be unused didn't mean they could be absent. For example, the Mushroom Egg. You could sign treaties, repeatedly sign treaties, sign them in every possible way, declaring you would never use the Mushroom Egg first—

But if you didn't have it, sorry, you wouldn't be allowed in the big leagues. You'd have to sit under the table, follow orders quietly, and obediently pay protection fees...

He raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Do you want to know my power? Do you also want me to find an opponent to test it on, to see how many people can fall ill at once, and to what extent?"

"We wouldn't dare." The Golden Eagle Warrior quickly bowed, but while saying "we wouldn't dare," he secretly glanced behind Garrett:

Since you are so familiar with them, could you, could you find a few people to experiment on?

Warriors' lives were precious, but civilians' lives were not as valuable...

Garrett laughed out of sheer anger. Oh, their own lives were lives, but others' lives were not?

You want me to risk my reputation to find people from other tribes as test subjects, why?

"I assume the White Ghosts invading the Eagle God's Kingdom are mostly warriors and shamans, right?" With a faint smile, he swept his gaze over the six Golden Eagle Warriors one by one:

"Even if you eliminate those laborers and servants, you still can't break their offensive. So... since you want to see, why not have the warriors you brought over test it?"

This way, the report would be more intuitive, right? Those White Eagle Warriors, having experienced it firsthand, could serve as witnesses?

The Golden Eagle Warriors exchanged glances. Honestly, they didn't care much about whether Lynn was released; after all, he wasn't held by them. But gathering as much information as possible was one of their tasks:

If the Son of the Dawn's power was strong but not strong enough to shake the Eagle God's Kingdom, they could negotiate with him. Pay a certain price, and have him deal with the White Ghosts, promising to release him afterward?

Of course, during the battle, they would treat Lord Lynn as an honored guest without any problem, no problem at all!

For this goal, sacrificing a few White Eagle Warriors as test subjects wasn't a big deal. After all, judging by the Plague Lord's character, he would at most make people sick, not kill them directly...

"Since you say so, we will call our warriors over." The lead Golden Eagle Warrior bowed, retreated three steps, and then blew an eagle whistle.

Soon, the sound of wings flapping densely filled the air as White Eagle Warriors' wings covered the sky.

"Sir, please—"

Garrett sneered. You are really willing, huh? Mid-tier warriors, level eight and nine, you are really willing to use them as test subjects?

Well, since you sincerely requested it—

I'll make you sick!

He gripped the oak staff and stepped forward. Lowering his eyes, he focused, summoning spell models from his meditation world and locking onto various pathogens in his memory. Names and descriptions flashed through his mind one by one—

The oak staff suddenly pointed forward, and he commanded in a low voice:

"Go!"

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