Chapter 1003 Gretel, Do You Want Me to Name Your Research Institute? (Monthly Ticket Adds 1 Update)

There were two archmages who had the final say. After the institute was built and Gretel saw the prisoners of war being tied up and led in, he no longer expressed any protest. He just stood at the door, turning on [Fortune Observation Technique] and [Detection Magic] in turn, pointing and prodding:

"This one is sick, send him to that row of houses."

"This one is about to die. Send him to the third row of houses."

"This is normal."

"Isn't this... the level too high? Knights and above will interfere with the results of the experiment! Take it over there!"

"Hey! Don't hit! - If you get hurt, it will affect the results of the experiment! No hitting!"

"This...huh?"

This seems to be a clergyman?

Do you want to be locked up separately? Or disable his spellcasting ability? Being able to pray and heal can also interfere with the experimental results...

Grete was busy and giving endless instructions. On the other side of the door, Lin En was holding a notebook and kept writing. At his feet, Mr. Trocca huddled up in a ball and had gained a lot of weight...

Diego's hands were tied with a thick straw rope, and he walked step by step, step by step, to the entrance of the institute with difficulty. Standing still under the shouts of the indigenous warriors, a group of ten people waited eagerly for the verdict of fate:

Is he going to die?

Will he die today?

One-eyed Ober died. During that battle, he was killed by an indigenous warrior wielding an ax made of stone;

Pablo, the gold-toothed man, died, being hit by a fireball falling from the sky, and was instantly destroyed;

The idiot Tang Tuo also died. The guy who always screamed strangely, brandished a steel knife, and was the first to jump on other people's boats and kill them. He fled into the jungle in a panic and stepped on a snake. When you are pulled up, it won't work...

On their boat, there were fifty or sixty people from the captain to the sailors. Even him, only a dozen people survived and were taken by the natives and stuffed into underground cells.

Within a few days, their captain, boatswain and first mate were all dragged out. On their ship, they are full of calculations, and the three strongest ones...

Captain and the others never came back.

The carpenter on the ship, the only person on the ship who knew a few words of Aboriginal language, tentatively asked the guard guarding him. The answer I got was, "They! They were sent to sacrifice to the gods!"

"Sacrifice to the gods?"

"It's like being eaten by a god!" The guard grinned, and under the flickering torch light, he could see a pair of black and yellow rotten teeth, which looked particularly scary:

"Just give it to the gods - drag it to the top of the pyramid, cut open the chest with a knife." He gestured on his chest and sneered very maliciously:

"Tear out the heart, cut off the head, smash the head, and lift the skull to expose the brain. The blood is mixed with corn tortillas to make rations for the gods... Don't worry, in a few days, it will be yours!" "

Among the people in a cell, some fainted on the spot, some yelled like crazy, some hit the wall... I would rather die in the cell than die in the mouth of the evil god!

If you are eaten by the evil god, you will not be able to ascend to heaven or return to the Lord of Glory!

However, Diego did not seek death.

It wasn't that he thought someone would come to save him, nor was he expecting anything to turn around. But because he still has a younger brother!

His poor brother, Donner, was two years younger and weaker. I have been following him since I was a child, herding sheep with him, collecting firewood with him, rushing into fights with other boys, and even being beaten to a bloody head without flinching...

Later, they boarded a ship together, came to the New World together, and became pirates together. Together they followed the captain to the Eagle Country, and together they lost the battle and fled in embarrassment.

The younger brother had a broken arm and was bleeding. He couldn't grab food from others, but he didn't die - his younger brother didn't die, and he couldn't die either!

Like him, there were seventeen or eight others in the cell who did not seek death. After being imprisoned for one day, one day, and one day after another, they were finally dragged out, ten of them strung together in a string, stumbling and rushing out of the city.

After two days of arduous trek, it turned into an even more arduous climb up the mountain. The day was not too hot, but the sun was scorching. After only two days in the sun, layers of skin broke out on Diego's face and body, and even blisters appeared in some places.

Fortunately, the people who escorted them were quite merciful, or in other words, their purpose was to keep them alive. After walking a distance, stop and let them lie down by the stream to drink some water; after walking a distance, stop again and let each of them throw a tortilla.

If you walk slowly, you will be scolded, kicked, and whipped, but you will not beat people to death...

Diego supported his younger brother, gave him water to drink, handed him tortillas, and pulled him up when he was about to stumble. These days of imprisonment and high-intensity trekking made Donner's arms swell even more, and he started to have a fever and talk nonsense.

Many times, Diego had to drag him hard, drag him away, and avoid touching his brother's broken arm. It'll be fine when we get there. I hope things will be better when we get there. Since I didn't kill them before, I won't kill them now either...

After stumbling and stumbling, uphill and downhill, we finally reached our destination. Someone pointed and picked out some people from among them, while another warrior stood beside the team and raised his stone knife——

brush!

brush!

brush!

One knife at a time, he cut off the straw rope connecting ten people. Some people were led to the left and some to the right. As for Tang Na, he was picked out by the man at the door and pointed to the side——

"Donner! Donner!"

Diego rushed forward, but was kicked over by the warrior next to him and stomped to the ground. Suddenly, the person who singled out Tang Na said "Hmm" and raised his fingers:

A white light fell. Tang Na's moans stopped immediately, and his face, which was burning red, also calmed down a little. Diego breathed a sigh of relief, then felt horrified again:

pagan!

Pagan spellcaster!

Pagan devil!

Before he could figure out how to react, Donner had been pulled up and pushed in front of the pagan spellcaster. The caster narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down, and then waved his finger——

Then, Donner was pushed to Diego's side, and together with five or six people in the team, was pushed and pushed into a deep passage.

"You! You! 伱! Go in!"

"You! Get in!"

They were stuffed into different rooms one by one, or three or five. This time, the two brothers were roughly separated and crammed into two adjacent rooms. The moment before the iron door closed, Diego threw himself on the door and shook it with all his strength:

"Donal! Donal! How is it here?—What are you going to do to my brother?"

"I'm fine here!"

After a moment, the younger brother's voice, yelling with all his strength, came muffled through the thick wall:

"They put me in a separate room... There was a native next door, but he was separated from me by an iron railing and couldn't hit me..."

Diego breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he have the heart to turn his eyes and look around:

There was also a native in this room. He was locked in a pile of straw in the corner. His face was red and he looked very lethargic. In front of the straw stood a water jug ​​and a shallow pottery bowl.

There is a wooden barrel in the corner, maybe, maybe, it is used to collect excrement?

There were no iron railings or any obstacles between the two of them, it was just a distance that they could walk by raising their legs.

"You! Give him water! Give him food! Take care of him!" With a clang, a half-foot-high small window opened at the bottom of the iron door, and two clay pots without any patterns were pushed in. A can of water and a can of corn and pumpkin mash seemed to be barely enough for two people.

There was another clang, the small window was closed and locked, and outside the door, someone shouted loudly:

"He dies! You die! He lives! You live!"

? ? ?

Put us together just so that I can take care of that native?

In this case, why do we have to trek so long from the city to here? Wouldn't it be better to find a place on the edge of the city?

Diego was completely confused. But with his own life and his brother's life at stake, he could only roll up his sleeves and work honestly. Feed the native with water and food, and wipe his forehead with straw dipped in water to prevent him from being burned alive...

Different situations happened to different prisoners of war in a row of houses. Some prisoners of war were put into a room, separated from the sick natives by iron bars, and the breeze kept blowing from the natives to the prisoners of war;

Some prisoners of war were kept with sick natives;

Some prisoners of war were kept alone in a room that was airtight, but the clothes and excrement worn by the indigenous people were everywhere;

Some prisoners of war were injected with the blood of sick natives - those who had just started to have fever; those whose fever had been relieved; those who had fever again and became seriously ill and even started to vomit blood; or those who gradually began to recover;

Some prisoners of war were separated from the sick natives by iron bars. The breeze blew from the prisoner's side to the native side. Mosquitoes, fleas, bed bugs or lice were quietly put into the room...

Each project can have as few as five groups and as many as ten groups. Level 1-2 professionals, level 3-4 professionals, knights and above, and rare spellcasters. There are people from the Glorious Holy See and indigenous prisoners of war captured at the foot of the mountain.

Gretel designed the experimental plan as completely as possible. Anyway, he has no shortage of prisoners of war, right?

"No wonder you can develop things like chickenpox and rabies vaccines." This is the first time Archmage Heins has observed Gretel's research method up close. After reading it again, he admired:

"The experimental design is too comprehensive. I can't think of a better way - by the way, what are you going to do with these prisoners of war after they are used up?"

"We must cure them!" Grete replied without thinking:

"Using them for experiments is going too far. After they are infected, they must be cured! Well...after they are cured...it is impossible to hand them back anyway. After all the people have been cured, we can use them to sacrifice to the gods. Too strange!"

"Okay, anyway, there are many other experiments to be done in the future." Archmage Heins nodded obligingly. After thinking for a while he smiled and said:

"By the way, have you decided what to name this institute?"

"ah?"

Gretel really didn't think about it. graduate School? Isn’t this the only research institute in the entire Eagle Country, or even the entire New World? What other name is needed?

From now on, when we talk about "Institute in the New World" or "Institute of Tropical Infectious Diseases," we should be referring to this one! If names are needed to distinguish them, that is a matter for latecomers!

"Have no idea? How about I give you a name?" Archmage Heins continued jokingly. Gretel looked at him warily:

What name comes to mind?

Black Crow Swamp Institute?

Plague Research Institute?

No, I will not agree to such a name!

"Look, your research institute has just been established and has already saved so many people." Archmage Heins gave a suggestion lightly:

"Then, how about calling it [Umbrella Research Institute]?"

Gretel:! ! !

Your Excellency Archmage, do you want to kill the entire Eagle Kingdom? !

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