A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 993: A New Plague! Nordmark the Mage, Help!

After prolonged and arduous negotiations, Archmage Vicks, along with the reinforcements led by Pizarro, the Archmage of Enchantment, and the mages who later provided data and negotiation plans, finally achieved the desired results:

Starting from the coastal port, which was the docking site of the Radiant Church's invasion fleet, they secured seven or eight pieces of land. The largest piece was big enough to build a city, while the smallest was the size of a village, stringing together like a pearl necklace along the river—

Seaports, river ports, settlements, trading posts, mountain footholds, rest points on the mountain path, all the way to the capital, Tenochtitlan. If an adventurer docked at the seaside, they could follow the guidance markers and easily reach the capital.

The Eagle Kingdom recognized the council's ownership of these lands and guaranteed they would be free from plunder, invasion, and slaughter. As part of the deal for these lands, the council not only waived the Eagle Kingdom's future debts but also returned some gold:

"This is Traka's golden knife! This is Cusco's golden dagger! This is... this is..."

Golden axes, staffs, crowns, and bracelets were laid out in a splendid display. The Golden Eagle Warriors, surrounding the weapons they had surrendered, were overwhelmed with emotion:

These weapons had long been nurtured by them to communicate with the Eagle God and draw upon his power. Giving them up had drastically reduced their combat effectiveness.

The golden light that guided the Eagle God's power and pierced through the darkness could no longer be summoned! Without it, they were just strong, fast ordinary warriors.

Fortunately, the weapons were returned...

"Well..."

Those unlucky ones, their golden weapons were the first batch handed over, which meant they ended up with Garrett and Cirilla. If Garrett was keeping them, it could be negotiated, but getting gold back from a dragon?

Have you ever seen a dragon spit out gold once it gets it?

"Why don't you try another city-state?" Archmage Vicks kindly suggested:

"If you have double the gold, I could ask around if their weapons could be redeemed..." Maybe through Mage Nordmark, communicating with his little silver dragon, it might work out.

After all, the little silver dragon just plays with the gold, piling it up to sleep on. She might not care about the divine power embedded in the weapons, so a pure gold exchange might work?

The council returned only about a tenth of the gold. Even this small amount made the nobles of the Eagle Kingdom immensely grateful, and they immediately began organizing their troops:

Expedition!

Expedition!

Teach all surrounding city-states a lesson, make them surrender their gold and treasures!

If it weren't for these city-states colluding with the 'White Ghost' to attack Tenochtitlan, they wouldn't have needed to seek aid from the Son of Thunder; without seeking aid, they wouldn't have been stripped of so much gold!

With the treasury empty, they had to fill it with wealth from other city-states!

The mighty army set out. The council's mages followed, enclosing territories, erecting walls, hardening grounds, and constructing buildings as per the agreements.

In some places, they only needed to dig wells and set up basic living facilities. In others, they had to build mage towers, and in places like the seaport, they had to construct a seawall and a small shipyard:

Not expecting to build ships, but at least adventurers' merchant ships, after enduring hardships, would need a place for repairs!

The most crucial task was to determine detailed local maps and resources. For this, a group of archmages was busy in warehouses, sorting, identifying, and preserving collected items;

Another group, with younger low-level mages, ventured out of the plateau basin into mountains, jungles, swamps, and plains, eager to explore:

Even the Hawthorn couple bade farewell to establish their adventure supplies store at the port. Though the council promised store space and some products, they still needed to survey the market:

In the Eagle Kingdom, especially in the jungles below the plateau, what dangers would adventurers face?

What equipment and medicines would they need to overcome these dangers?

What local materials were better suited for making these supplies?

What would be the appropriate price for collecting materials and game? How should materials be processed upon extraction to preserve their properties and value?

These needed on-site investigation, walking through mountains, jungles, and sailing along rivers for firsthand experience.

Molly wanted to save money quickly for Mr. Hawthorn to advance in rank. Mr. Hawthorn wanted to advance to accompany his wife to places she wanted to visit. United in purpose, they left the comfortable environment by the highland lake for the hot, humid, insect-infested coast.

These matters had nothing to do with Garrett. Under his senior brother's watchful eye, all he could do was study, endlessly study:

"Your combat skills are terrible!" Senior Brother Byerbo, after reviewing Garrett's personal battle record against the Plague Maiden, was frustrated. Testing Garrett's skills, he found everything unsatisfactory:

"Besides throwing big fireballs and lightning balls, do you know nothing else? Spellcasting on the move? Fighting while running? Creating illusions? Inducing sleep, confusion, fear? Quick teleportation? Rapid position exchange? None of it?"

Sigh, today's young mages are getting worse. Back in the day, both he and Filby, along with other senior brothers, fought their way up themselves.

At level three or four, without knowing fireball or flying spells, they could traverse the Hall Strait back and forth.

By level seven or eight, they could travel solo through the wilderness. Around level ten, they could disguise themselves and travel from the Brolin Kingdom to the Orc Kingdom, defeating enemies several levels higher and returning calmly.

Now, the young ones just bury themselves in the mage tower. High levels are useless if they can't fight! With Garrett like this, Byerbo could beat five of him at level ten!

Garrett: t_t

Senior Brother, combat reflexes need practice!

I know those spells, but when it comes to using them...

I can't react fast enough, it's easier to squat, shield up, and launch attacks from a fixed position!

"Sigh..." Archmage Byerbo sighed. He raised his hand, intending to knock Garrett on the head, but then lowered it—already dull, knocking more might make him dumber.

Not to mention, Cirilla was watching with dragon's eyes...

He pulled out a box and handed it to Garrett:

"Take a good look at this. These are the council's records of powerful mages' combat methods. Before I came out, the teacher specifically asked me to copy it for you. You're level ten now, at least fight like it!"

Ah... how can you memorize such things...

Garrett tearfully took the box. Back in his room, he activated it and found it contained segments of light and shadow records. One-on-one, one-on-two, one-on-many, many-on-many...

Same-level duels, surpassing-level kills, besieged by lower-level opponents...

Mages against warriors, mages against priest-warrior combinations, mages with followers against enemy teams...

Enchantment, transformation, conjuration, enchantment...

Various spells, spell combinations, situations, all included.

... Senior Brother throws materials without considering the learning pace. No step-by-step, no easy-to-difficult transition!

Garrett had no choice but to start with the simplest one-on-one, same-level duels. Watching the videos, taking notes:

Both sides' levels, environment, distance, possible spells... pre-battle preparations, detection, protection... positioning methods, speed, distance, how to weaken the opponent, how to attack...

"Feels like watching a game..." he muttered while taking notes:

"What's the use of memorizing this... from memorizing to using to mastering, there's a long way to go... I'd rather study more healing spells..."

However, with Senior Brother's heartfelt intentions and the teacher's orders, he had no choice. Garrett buried himself in research, analyzing videos, frame by frame, making notes until his head buzzed:

"Ah—can I have something else to clear my mind..."

He groaned. Unfortunately, all the capable mages were out working;

Talking to the locals ended in awkward silence after three sentences;

Trying to set up a free clinic to explore local diseases, but the locals insisted, "We don't dare trouble the divine son," "We are blessed by the divine light";

Even vaccinating the nearby residents with cowpox was not his task. Archmage Haines, fascinated by his "cowpox version of the plague spell," learned it and took Lin to sweep the area...

Judging by the situation, they wouldn't return until they had vaccinated everyone in the Eagle Kingdom or practiced to perfection.

Garrett, standing at the door, yelled a few times, hit his head twice, and dejectedly went back. After recording half a video, suddenly, the door was knocked loudly:

"Mage Nordmark! Help! Come see these patients—"

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