Chapter 481 Someone Smashed Grete’s Hospital! (Bugfield Leader Adds 2 Updates)
After working secretly for half a month, [Viper] Arezzo discovered for the first time that Gretel's schedule had changed.
——He didn’t come to the medical clinic today!
Mr. Viper has been snooping around the medical center for five days in a row. Pretend to be a rich man, a servant running errands and delivering goods, a poor patient, a beggar; ride a carriage, walk, squatting opposite with a broken bowl. After five consecutive days of observation, he came to a conclusion:
Around eight o'clock, Gretel always rides his silver moon deer all the way to the door in a cloud of dust, and starts working in high spirits.
It's sunny, cloudy, windy or rainy, all without exception, and the time difference is less than five minutes.
…It’s exactly like praying in church. Mr. Viper didn't understand. The medical clinic was obviously for him and no one was looking after him. Why did he come so early every day?
If Grete hears his question, he will definitely answer it. In his previous life, he clocked in at the hospital and was used to it.
There are a lot of patients in the emergency department 24 hours a day. If one person is late, colleagues have to shoulder an extra burden, so everyone can try not to be late...
But Grete didn’t come today!
Where have you gone?
Mr. Viper squatted diagonally across from the medical center holding the broken bowl. He was blown by the cold wind and sneezed seven or eight times in a row before he was 100% sure:
Grete really changed his schedule today.
Where have you been?
Gretel was taken to the White Tower again. In the conference room on the fifth floor, there was a full table of people sitting around the long oval table. There were thick piles of newspapers, leaflets, and slips of paper at every location.
Jury member, Archmage Grom of Black Crow Swamp, sat at the top with a solemn expression:
"The issue of universal smallpox vaccination has encountered a lot of resistance. - I invite everyone here today to communicate the situation internally and discuss how to implement it."
Grete remained silent and turned over the documents first. At the top of the paper pile, the one with the largest area and the strongest visual impact is a tabloid, with a line of bold characters on the top:
"Turn people into cows?"
As expected, the worries of a foolish man and a foolish woman are similar. Gretel curled his lips and looked below the title. Next to the title is a caricature of a person with exaggerated body language and grotesque faces. Bull heads, bull noses, horns, everything.
Even if the tabloid is shoddy and the printing quality is worrisome, it cannot hide the vivid brushwork of the artist. Especially the expression on the cow's face, which is deformed without knowing it, and full of arrogance, is really lifelike.
Gretel burst out laughing. Across the long table, the Minister of Emergency Management, Master Colin, covered half of his face with a newspaper and glared at him covertly:
You are the one who caused cowpox, and you still laugh!
"Where did this thing come from? Can it be banned?"
Archmage Grom's face was gloomy. Master Colin raised his head, but before he could speak, Gretel had already spoken before him:
"It can't be banned! - As long as anything is officially banned, it will definitely spread faster!"
"That's right." Next to Minister Colin, a lean and lean little mage with a rat's beard said quietly:
"Our intelligence department is also responsible for monitoring public opinion. In recent times, citizens' views on the smallpox vaccine have rapidly turned negative, and it is suspected that someone is behind it."
"No need to be suspicious, there must be someone, more than one or two." Another city hall official said with a black face:
"In the past week, the number of citizens taking the initiative to vaccinate against cowpox has dropped by 50% compared to the previous week."
"My people have heard some concerns in various chambers of commerce and taverns, saying that the Parliament will impose a large amount of taxes..."
"A businessman is inquiring about the situation and preparing to transfer property..."
Officials and clerks were busy providing information. There is no other way. The county magistrate might as well take charge now. In front of a great magician of the necromancy department, he has to pretend to be more indignant——
And it is said that this year’s bonus is linked to the number of vaccinations!
Archmage Grom listened to their complaints in silence. After listening for about a quarter of an hour, I picked up the coffee spoon and tapped the rim of the cup:
"How is the situation now?"
"In addition to vaccinations by the army, city guards, colleges and other organizations, citizens have voluntarily vaccinated 7,728 vaccines. The funds raised, not counting the parliamentary contribution points, total 15,275 gold coins." Someone immediately answered:
"The original plan was to start promoting vaccination at 1 silver coin per person early next month, and at the same time, launch compulsory vaccination for all. But now, there is still a gap of more than half of the funds, and people's resistance is also very high."
“Sir, do we really want to vaccinate the entire population?”
"Yes!" This question caused a cloud of questions in the conference room. People are relying on the law but not blaming everyone. From the operators of the Emergency Management Department to the civilian clerks of the city hall, everyone is chirping:
"Those people don't want to be vaccinated, just let them go. Anyway, getting smallpox is their own business!"
This is purely indifferent, since you and your family are already safe anyway;
"And those poor people, even if they don't die from smallpox, they will die from other things. Is it worth the parliament passing a law to force them out and inoculate them?"
This person is a front-line operator and knows how terrible the workload is;
"Even if you want to sell vaccines, if you sell so much, you should make enough money, right? Those poor people can't save five coppers a month, so there's no point in exploiting them..."
This... is probably because he is not very popular. He doesn't know who the inventor of cowpox is (or doesn't know that Grete was present), so he pointed at the monk and called him bald...
Gretel stared straight ahead with blank eyes, pretending not to hear. Unexpectedly, Archmage Grom did not let him go and directly named him:
"Master Nordmark, do you think it is necessary for all people to be vaccinated against smallpox?"
"If you can do it, of course you should take it all!" Gretel blurted out. There was a sudden silence in the conference room, and then a rough voice sounded through the door:
"I'll take it all? That's easy to say!"
"Why are you here so early..."
Archmage Grom stood up helplessly. As soon as he moved, people in the conference room stood up.
Gretel turned his head along with the crowd. I saw the heavy wooden door of the conference room burst open, and a big man with a height of over 1.8 meters and a weight of over 180cm, with broad arms and round waist, strode in:
"If I don't come back, the city of Nevis will be turned upside down by you!"
"My lord the Earl of Argyll."
"My lord the Earl of Argyll."
In the conference room, the clerks in the city hall saluted unevenly. Gretel also bowed his head - the Earl of Argyll was one of the most powerful lords near Nevis. He and the Earl of Inverness were in the south and north, sandwiching the city of Nevis in the middle.
It is said that the city of Nevis once belonged to the Earl of Argyll a thousand years ago and was later given to the Parliament for use. The original document was given as a gift and is still kept in the Tower of Babel!
The count himself cannot be ignored. Gretel heard from Archmage Carlisle that the current Earl of Argyle is a 15th-level high-level knight who wields the inherited weapon [Golden Flame Sword]. In a short time, he can compete with the 18th-level Archmage.
In the previous battle with the Glorious Holy See, the Earl of Argyll also led an army and went out with the Parliament. The relationship between the two parties is quite close. It was because of our closeness that we were able to come over directly and participate in the meeting directly.
The big man nodded, walked through them as if no one else was around, walked directly to the other end of the long oval table, and stood opposite Archmage Grom. As soon as he pressed the table, the heavy beech wood table almost turned over when he pressed it:
"How many people die from smallpox in a year? Is it worth such a big fight?"
This is not a matter of how many people die, but a matter of competing with the Glory Holy See for the right to speak. It is a direct order from the legendary mage!
Archmage Grom's words were on his lips, but it was difficult to say them directly in front of a room full of people. Just as he was about to tell everyone to leave, a clear and clear voice suddenly sounded in the conference room:
"Based on death statistics for the past 20 years, in 1163, 278 people died from smallpox. In 1167, 327 people died. In years without a pandemic, the average number of deaths was around 300. In a pandemic year, such as 1170, 5738 people died. ——”
"Who are you?"
The earl's gaze shot towards him like a hawk.
He has a tall build, a resolute face, and a pair of piercing eyes that are very oppressive when he looks over. Just looking back, the two young mages beside Gretel subconsciously took a step back.
Grete was completely unmoved. He lowered his eyes, bowed slightly politely, and spoke calmly:
"Gretel Nordmark. I salute you, Your Excellency."
"Are you the one who invented cowpox?"
The Earl of Argyll looked at Gretel with a stern look. Seeing that Gretel was not moved at all, he snorted and softened his tone slightly:
"You are someone who has done your homework. - So, for 300 people a year, are you going to turn over the entire Nevis? Then in the future, for cholera, typhoid, scarlet fever, and so many plagues, are you going to do it again? How many times have you turned the city over?”
When these words came out, everyone in the conference room stared at Grete from all directions. Archmage Grom frowned and wanted to explain a few things to Gretel. For example, the promotion plan was not decided by the little guy. After thinking about it, he waved to everyone in the room:
"You guys go out first."
Everyone in the meeting left with a roar. Archmage Grom asked Earl Argyle to sit down and pressed his palms to Gretel:
"You also sit down and speak slowly. - Salar, little Grete almost only got back his money in this incident and made nothing at all. He did not develop cowpox for his own personal gain -"
"That's not the reason for such a commotion." Confronted in private, Earl Argyll's attitude softened a lot and he sighed deeply:
"I saw something wasn't right outside, and I felt like someone was causing trouble, so I came here specially. Then again, you guys were too impatient..."
Before he finished his sentence, the noise outside grew from small to loud, and kept getting closer. After a while, Minister Colin from the Emergency Management Department knocked on the door. Without waiting for an answer, he hurriedly opened the door and came in:
"Urgent report - some poor people were incited to attack Grete's hospital!"
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