Chapter 685: Not Killing the Mastermind? Give Me Compensation!

Grete handed over the witnesses and turned his back on what was going on outside the window, focusing only on performing a cesarean section. On the other hand, the Queen's clerical lady, Baroness Witteg, carried out the Queen's authorization on the day she received the witness and swept through the royal capital with great fanfare!

First, torture the reporter again to confirm his confession!

Then take the Queen's guards and the casters of the Royal Mage Group to the scene to investigate and trace the clues!

At the same time, a group of people were assigned to go to the mothers who were discharged from the hospital yesterday one by one, and asked them why they flocked to the Royal Baby-Friendly Hospital, and followed this line upwards to investigate!

Without sparing manpower and magical skills, the mastermind behind the scenes was quickly identified. It's just that the mastermind behind the scenes...

From Baroness Witteg to Queen Anne, everyone was speechless.

"I didn't mean to harm the Queen!" Lord Norden, the youngest daughter of the Queen's grandfather Edward II, the son of Princess Margaret, and the eleventh heir to the throne, had veins popping up on his face:

"I, I just want to try that mage's skills... They said that if that mage is a fake, it's better to get rid of him as soon as possible..."

"Them?" Baroness Witteg caught the word keenly: "Who are they? Who encouraged you or instigated you to do this?"

"This..." Lord Norden rolled his eyes and tried to remember:

"I forgot... At the banquet two days ago, Davina and I were on a date in the garden. I heard them talking... I didn't even know who it was..."

Baroness Vitegue had a headache. The Davina he was talking about was the newly married wife of Viscount Linlai, and she was quite famous in the royal capital. I would definitely not dare to take the risk of dating this lady. I don’t know who is talking about it, but it is probably true...

Lord Norden's grandparents are all deceased, and his father, Earl Elster, is an eighth-level knight who went to sea with the army to join the war against the Glorious Holy See. At this time, it is really difficult to deal with it too seriously.

The queen was speechless for a moment. She looked at the prophecy mage of the Royal Mage Group. The mage lowered his gaze, rubbed the crystal ball, and shook his head after a long time:

"He didn't lie."

"It's not you. Why did you buy the newspaper and throw dirty water on the hospital? - Who sent the person who silenced me?"

"I don't know!" Lord Norden died unjustly:

"The servant did this inexplicably, and I want to know who is behind it!"

"You...you go home and get grounded!" Queen Anne finally patted the armrest of the seat:

"Waiting for the results of further investigation! Also, after we finish communicating with Master Nordmark, you have to give him an explanation!"

That evening, Baroness Witteg went to Leo Hospital in person to explain to Grete.

"We invited Archmage Seymour from the Royal Mage Group and magicians from the prophecy department to trace back the clues." There was a hint of exhaustion, guilt, and anger towards the troublemaker between her brows:

"The clues are very vague, and there is no conclusive evidence. The queen can only hammer and make them promise not to take action again. After all... they are also big nobles, and they still have the line of succession, so it is difficult to kill them at will..."

Gretel opened his mouth in surprise. Those who have the right to inherit - no matter whether they are seventh, eighth, or whoever is in line, are they trying to interfere with the Queen's safe delivery without killing them?

Even if there is no suspicion, a few should be cut down now to serve as a warning to others!

He lowered his head and recited silently "My vassal's vassal is not my vassal" and "My vassal's vassal is not my vassal" several times, swallowing all the doubts back in his stomach. Forget it……

A country has its own national conditions, and every world has its own customs. Maybe in this world, we just can’t cut off a few casually?

Besides, even if the Queen makes the wrong decision, it's none of his business. The carnivore planned this. He just wanted to get the authorization for the operation, deliver the baby safely, and retreat safely. Even when it comes to authorization for surgery, you should give it to me if you like, and not push back if you don’t want to.

Anyway, it’s not me, nor the people close to me, who are giving birth, so I need to think of ways and brains to do the surgery, right? Oh, if possible, pay more for medical expenses——

"I don't care about these things." He spread his hands indifferently:

"As long as you don't say hello, just send me so many pregnant women. Although I am very busy, I don't have time to do the research and judgment beforehand, the teaching during the process, and the summary afterwards. Look," he pointed Medical records on the table:

"The surgery was performed yesterday, and until now, the medical records have not been completed..."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the Baroness's face. However, the other party does have the qualifications to not care: Yesterday, the Maternity and Infant Hospital discharged 53 women, most of whom had cesarean sections. Mother and baby are safe and nothing is missed.

She forced a smile:

"Don't worry, the queen has warned them sternly and informed His Excellency Thunder Sword Master. If anyone dares to reach out, the [Sword of Roses and Thorns] will not spare him!"

Gretel hehe. The Baroness pretended not to see his gaze, lowered her head, and flipped through the medical records on the table:

There is a thick pile on the left and a thick pile on the right. In addition to her name, age, and surgical procedures, she also wrote a lot of information that she couldn't understand. The only thing that is certain is that these records should be helpful in improving medical standards...

"Your Majesty the Master," she tried her best to put on a smile and started the second task of the day.

Before coming, the queen personally told her to comfort the Nordmark mage - after all, he had been tortured inexplicably, and she couldn't give him justice, so she had to give him some compensation:

"Her Majesty the Queen is very impressed by the results of your work. She sent me here today to ask, is there anything else you are missing?"

Give benefits?

Can you ask for anything you need?

Gretel's eyes lit up. Without thinking, he immediately asked for the same thing:

"First of all, there is a lack of midwives. When I come here, I also hope to popularize safe delivery techniques as much as possible. At least let the midwives know what to pay attention to when delivering babies, and in which cases they need to be converted to cesarean section immediately. At least, let the midwives in the royal capital know what to pay attention to when delivering babies. Midwives training?”

"That's no problem." Baroness Witteg nodded immediately. Who caused the trouble, who will clean it up, whoever provoked the Nordmark mage, who used his own power to atone for his sins——

Aren't you able to use coercion and inducement to get so many midwives? You use your influence again and let them take turns to come for training!

She mentally considered the candidate for the job and agreed immediately. Gretel bent his second finger:

"Secondly, there is a lack of data storage. The magical images left behind during our examination of the patient are very precious. With these, we can better determine how to treat the Queen. But now, these things cannot be saved..."

"Then what do you need?"

"The best thing is something like a tower spirit..."

The Baroness's face darkened on the spot.

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