Chapter 343 In Order to Avoid Seasickness, Can We Change the Course?

How can a light industrial country increase its trade surplus with an agricultural and mining country?

This is a big issue that requires the collaboration of political, economic, and technological forces, as well as long-term research and coordination. And Gretel himself didn't have that much time.

The Philosopher's Stone travels up the Loch River. Entering the canal, passing through several levels of locks, sailing from one end of the narrow Loch Lake to the other, from the west coastline of the kingdom to the east coastline. This road went diagonally to the northeast, and the voyage on the inland river was only about a hundred kilometers. On the evening of the second day after departure, we entered the deep sea.

"So how much longer do we have to sail?"

Gretel asked at the dinner table. In the restaurant, the dwarves staggered around and lay on the floor.

Obviously, dwarves who have been dealing with mountains, ores, and flames all year round are generally less resistant to seasickness. Even if the alchemy ship "Philosopher's Stone" is relatively stable, half of them are still holding washbasins and wooden buckets, and even the bile is not there. Almost vomiting.

Originally, seasickness was not a big deal, but with a magic spell, the effect was immediate. The problem is that Master Tarbot is in poor health, and his two disciples are busy taking care of him, and there is no extra magic to spare. Ordinary dwarf craftsmen can only take care of themselves...

"Come on, come on." The captain of the Philosopher's Stone comforted him with a smile:

"We can walk north for half a day to Mayne Island, the northernmost point of the kingdom, and catch the ocean current. Then we will go all the way northeast and sail to the west side of the Hermon Mountains. This section only takes two days. Then we will switch to another section of the ocean current to go south. Run around the southern tip of the peninsula and land at Anyia Port in the east..."

"What?"

"what!"

"We have to go around in a big circle again!"

The dwarves cried feebly. After two days in the river and one day in the deep sea, they were already vomiting. It would take seven or eight days of sailing in the deep sea, and by the time we reached the shore, we would be vomiting!

"Can't we land directly on the west side of the Hermon Mountains? Isn't there a port there?"

The braided dwarf Vigeland let go of Master Talbot and ran to ask the captain. On his chest, the long gray beard was frizzy, and most of it went outside his braided beard. Normally, this sloppy look would make the dwarves laugh to death, but now no one has such thoughts. Pairs of eyes were fixed on Vigeland's short back.

Among the group of dwarves, Vigeland was the one with less seasickness and could still run back and forth, but Master Talbot's condition really worried him. The master rested for a while before departure, and his physical condition improved a bit. However, after two days of bumps on the ship, it began to deteriorate again:

Can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe. Last night, Master Tarbot lay in the cabin, inhaling oxygen for half the night, and barely closed his eyes until early in the morning.

"...There is indeed a port there." The captain hesitated, groped for a moment at the hem of his coat, and pulled out a piece of wool. He waved his hand in the air, and on the ground in front of him, a large area of ​​the floor was covered with light and shadow, showing the appearance of oceans, rivers, and mountains.

Wow!

Gretel's eyes lit up.

This is, this is, a first-level magic of the illusion system, a silent phantom?

He can do this spell, but if he wants to do it so precisely, his magic control is not good enough.

He is currently practicing hard, hoping to use silent phantoms to create details of human organs and tissues so that he can teach students...

In any case, being able to watch a high-level mage cast spells live is an opportunity worth cherishing. Even if the map sand table displayed by the captain is a few levels worse than the satellite map, it is still worth a closer look.

Gretel and the dwarves collectively stretched their heads to look:

"But I remember that the Dwarf King's Court is on the east side of the mountains. If we land at the port on the west side, it means going over the mountains. The mountains are continuous, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round. Even in early summer, it is very dangerous. What's more, , we are also carrying a batch of cargo on the ship, and these cargoes cannot go over the mountain."

Gretel looked at the map carefully. Landing from Anyia Port, the journey is indeed relatively relaxing and enjoyable:

The entire Kuromon Peninsula has mountains in the west and gentle terrain in the southeast. The location of the dwarf royal court pointed out by the captain is on the plateau in the middle of the Hermon Peninsula. Although it is among the mountains, it is not as steep as the western part of the Hermon Mountains.

Landing from the west port, not to mention the patches of snow on the top of the captain's light and shadow, how difficult it is to climb over. Gretel clearly remembered that before setting off, Archmage Carlisle once said:

"Don't climb the snowy mountains! Don't go looking for dragons!"

Anyway, I will definitely vote for the original plan.

Grete retreated silently.

"Cough, cough... let's take a long way around..."

Master Tarbot pressed his chest and coughed fragmentarily. He was snoring and snoring, as if he had phlegm that he couldn't cough up, and his face gradually started to look ugly again. Vigeland hurried back to help him, raised his palm and hit the old dwarf on the back like a hammer:

"Teacher, take a rest and don't talk! Cough the phlegm out first!"

The dwarves quickly gathered around. Another disciple of Master Tarbert practiced healing skills in one hand and held a copper basin in front of the old dwarf in the other hand to make it easier for him to cough. A treatment and a slap on the back, the old dwarf was knocked forward and backward, his thin body trembled and almost broke into two pieces.

Gretel couldn't bear it anymore:

"Stop! This is not how you slap your phlegm on your back! Just let me do it!"

He stood up and squeezed inside. When the dwarves saw it was him, they immediately dispersed and made way for him. Grete squatted in front of the old dwarf and took out the precious stethoscope copper tube from the space bag:

"Master, please be quiet. Let me listen to what's going on in your lungs... exhale... inhale... exhale... inhale..."

Very good, not vesicular sounds, no symptoms of pulmonary edema. As for how serious the pulmonary fibrosis is, Grete can only say that this is all about life, and medicine cannot cure everything...

He took back his stethoscope, walked around behind the old dwarf, and started patting the old dwarf on the back. Explain while filming:

"When patting the back, don't hit it with your palms. Arch your palms to form a cavity, which will vibrate the patient's lungs and help the patient cough up phlegm. Tap from bottom to top, from both sides to the middle, and tap from the ninth to the middle. The rib space and chest are patted from the sixth rib space to the shoulders..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

The crisp and rhythmic tapping sound shook the old dwarf's body. Master Tarbert closed his eyes and felt for a moment, coughed a few times, bent his palm to push him:

"Lord Noordmark, your method is correct, but your power is too small...cough, cough, here comes someone..."

"It's just to shock the lungs, right? I'll do it!"

Vigeland said that the frequency and location of the slaps can be determined by looking at them. As for using slaps to vibrate the lungs, if you think about it, soldiers have related techniques for exerting force...

Gretel moved aside and watched Vigeland trying to pat the old dwarf on the back. Suddenly looking up, the head of the negotiation team, Archmage Serrano, smiled slightly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Well done Mr. Nordmark!"