Chapter 552 The Agreement Has Just Been Reached and Is About to Collapse?

"Thank you all guests for coming... After more than a month of intense negotiations, we have reached a series of friendly agreements..."

Archmage LeBron held up a wine glass - it was half filled with a light golden liquid, and he didn't know if it was champagne - he threw himself a loudspeaker and spoke enthusiastically.

At the venue, a small half of the people listened politely, and a large half of the people whispered to each other...

Grete came out of seclusion just in time for the closing ceremony of this diplomatic conference.

He can be said to have started well and ended well, and his reputation as a diplomat was not in vain. At this moment, he was blending in with the crowd and fulfilling his last duty.

Although at this time Gretel was not with the vampires he was responsible for entertaining, but was surrounded by a group of dwarves, barbarians, and orcs, overwhelmed:

"Gretel, have you advanced? The stars on the badge have changed!"

Gavin stood on tiptoes and tried to look at Grete's chest.

There, the five shining bronze stars on the mage's badge had turned into a silver star. Beside the badge, the six green leaves of the oak staff are facing each other and unfolding gracefully——

Level six magician, level six priest.

"You were still at Level 4 when you left... so fast! In just over half a year, the Bronze Star has become a Silver Star!"

"Yeah, so fast."

A warrior squeezed over from the orc side, with huge gold rings dangling on his ears, which made people dizzy.

Seeing Gretel's blank expression, he laughed and pointed to his chest:

"Master Mage, at that time I was stabbed in the heart with a knife. It was you who cut open my chest to save me. Do you remember?"

Oh, pericardial tamponade, the one who pressed the heart with bare hands while looking directly at me. After saying this, Grete remembered:

"It's you! Are you recovering well?"

"Very good!" The orc warrior waved his fist and jumped hard, trying his best to show off his strength:

"After I went back, I rested for half a year and successfully advanced!"

Open the chest widely and perform cardiac resuscitation with bare-hand compression under direct vision. The prognosis is good and the progress will not be affected... Gretel silently recorded in his mind.

Very good, there is one more case feedback. For such a rare case, if the journal is different, a paper can actually be published... It is a pity that there is no relevant journal. Hey, when will an alien version of "The Lancet" appear?

"Mage Nordmark, I heard that you have been studying blood testing magic recently. What are the results? Can our blood determine the bleeding type?"

"Uh, this...this magic has only been tested on humans so far..."

Gretel sweated. His blood test magic is aimed at human blood types, and he can easily identify types A, B, AB and O with just one swipe - although in another world, he gave them new names for the convenience of dissemination. However, the blood type of the orcs...

"Lord Nordmark, why don't you give it a try." Elder Brock, wearing a feather crest and cloak and holding a bone staff, also squeezed over and stretched out a hand to him:

"Didn't you say before that if blood can be transfused in time, soldiers will recover their strength much faster? Give it a try. What if your magic can also determine our blood type?"

As he said this, he turned around and waved with his bone staff, and a group of barbarians gathered around him, each holding out a hand. The leader grabbed the carving knife on his belt and wiped it on the pad of the middle finger of his left hand, and blood immediately gushed out.

Gretel:! ! ! You stop! stop! Just one drop is enough!

No need to give yourself a knife so boldly!

He quickly took out the test tube and took it. While taking it, he condensed a small ball of healing energy and pressed it on the other party's wound. Alas, isn’t this looking for trouble? If you use a needle to collect blood, just press it with a cotton ball...

After collecting the blood, I took a magic shot and it showed "unable to analyze" as expected. Grete concentrated slightly, feeling the feedback in the meditation field of vision. Sure enough, the results of the spell detection were different from the four blood types of humans.

"Uh... I might need a few more samples..."

"There are plenty of samples! You can take a look at the people here! If it's still not enough, go to the city and shout for hundreds of them!"

Elder Brock waved boldly.

Gretel followed his movements and looked forward. Each soldier raised a carving knife - it was called a knife, but the blade was actually three or four inches long - and placed it on his finger, staring at him eagerly.

It doesn’t have to be this way…

Gretel sweated. Turning their heads to the side, the dwarves and barbarians all opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to quickly take a blood type test.

"this……"

"Gretel, show us first!"

"Mage Nordmark, let's take a look at our blood types first!"

In the hall below, Gretel was surrounded by foreign guests. They seemed to be chatting and laughing happily, and were extremely harmonious.

Above, Archmage LeBron and several heads of foreign delegations raised their glasses and smiled at each other:

These agreements on trade, free movement of people, and mutual guarantees of security and work rights are not the focus of this negotiation. Anyway, the agreement is about renewal, tinkering, and slight adjustments. Any subordinate can negotiate.

But this time, taking advantage of the continuous attacks on the Glory Holy See, taking advantage of their pope and their high-ranking clergy, they all shrank and drastically reduced their external activities——

After one or two months of arduous negotiations, everyone reached the most important results:

At sea, intercept the fleet of the Glory Holy See returning from the New World and give them a heavy blow!

Reach a consensus, determine the combat time, determine the combat deployment, determine the number of troops, ships, magic weapons, and high-level professionals of all parties, determine the cooperation methods and command authority, determine the sharing of combat costs and the sharing of spoils...

Every point has to be discussed, every detail has to be negotiated repeatedly, and every agreement is accompanied by countless spitting, intrigues, tables being turned over, old scores being turned over, and the eighteen generations of ancestors and descendants mocking and abusing each other. generation……

"coward!"

"coward!"

"Idiot! Those ships you built are just big bathtubs! When sailing on the ocean, a huge wave can capsize them!"

"It's better than sleeping in someone else's bathtub with a guy who won't show his head!"

Ping pong ping pong ping pong...

Paper, quills, and ink bottles were flying everywhere.

Fortunately, dwarves, barbarians, and orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, and vampires and magicians have various magical barriers. After the smashing is done and the anger is gone, the apprentice-level cleaning technique can be used to restore the original state...

Alas, talking about it brings tears.

Fortunately, it was finally over, the talks were over, and everything was finalized. Tonight, everyone can enjoy the banquet without thinking about the hard work ahead...

"ah--"

Far away, deep behind the banquet podium, a scream rang out from somewhere. Sharp, miserable, frightening, desperate. The joyful atmosphere in the entire hall was interrupted by this scream.

Several alien leaders turned their heads to look. The orc prince had the strongest mobility. He jumped up and followed the sound. Not long after, he left and returned, pointing at the vampire Marquis Tergu with an angry look on his face:

"Bah! Our great orcs will never fight alongside you! Don't think about the previous agreement!"

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