Chapter 693 It’s Vulgar to Talk About Money. Let’s Compensate for Something Else.

The conference room suddenly became quiet.

The group of nobles invited by Gretel are all over 40 years old. I have fought in the palace, fought on the battlefield, managed territories, and experienced coups.

Everyone is instinctively alert to all kinds of ups and downs, conspiracies and plots.

If it was just a group of big-headed soldiers who didn't know the truth, they might just be instigated by the stakeholders to give Gretel a bad look; however, something was wrong...

"What on earth is it?"

Gretel raised his voice and asked. Bernard shook his head:

"I don't know, boss. You'd better come out and take a look - Mr. Thomas said it's best not to open this thing indoors."

A group of people filed out. Walking to the open space outside the administrative building, I saw a group of Army soldiers with their heads downcast, tightly wrapped in spider webs, and Navy officers and soldiers watching with wide eyes;

The priests of the Spring Temple stood far apart, wearing as much protective magic as possible on their bodies. The security guards carried homemade shields and stood in front of them;

In the open space in the center of the crowd, the medical mage Mr. Thomas commanded two invisible servants to raise a cocoon formed by a spider web. A hole was opened in the upper part of the cocoon, and there was a shining light inside, as if there was something suspicious.

Appa stood next to Master Thomas, his muscles all tense, as if he was ready to pick up the Master and escape at any moment. Bernard came closer to Gretel and explained:

"At first, Appa stopped people from letting them pass..."

Smart Appa, keen Appa! Grete gave the Silver Moon Deer a thumbs up, waved his mage hand to scratch it, and then threw a [Detection Magic] over:

Well, although this magic is used by Gretel as an X-ray every day, its real function is to detect the presence of magic items and magical creatures...

Look, there it is.

A bright light flashed in the meditative field of vision, and the brightness was especially obvious in the hole where the cocoon was dug. Grete threw another appraisal spell over:

"... Fireball Technique."

"What?!"

Several voices asked questions at the same time. Gretel's face was solemn:

"Back off! Back off! Get out 20 meters away! - Mr. Thomas, transport this guy out to the open space outside the back wall!"

Without his order, the female priests of the Spring Water Temple quickly dispersed. Apa lowered his head, nudged Master Thomas with his nose, and tried his best to urge:

Move away quickly! Move away quickly! The boss has spoken, please move this thing away!

Mr. Thomas leaned next to the Silver Moon Deer with a serious face, instructing the two invisible servants to keep their steps as steady as possible to avoid shaking the thing. Gretel took a deep breath:

"The identification technique tells me that this is a fireball spell. As for whether it is a fireball spell scroll or a related magic device, whether it is detonated by the person holding it or remotely detonated, I cannot tell for the time being."

"He wants your life?!"

Viscount Garter's face looked a little ugly. If you want to kill the Nordmark mage, or if you want to use a fireball at the Royal Maternity and Infant Hospital, the nature of the matter will become more serious——

It's even possible. This is to cut off the Queen's medical assistance and to murder the Queen!

Beside Grete, the royalist nobles all had solemn expressions on their faces, and knives almost flew out of their eyes as they stared at the cocoon. The cocoon squirmed a few times, and seemed to hear Grete's narration, and suddenly began to scream:

"What? Fireball? Why fireball? They told me it's a shield! It's something used to protect your life when you're attacked by a spell!"

There was a moment of silence. Then, Viscount Garter let out a long sigh:

"Can you hand that guy over to us? This conspiracy seems to involve the Queen, and we have to dig deeper - don't worry, the royal family will give you an explanation, and the army will also give you an explanation..."

Grete shrugged.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it. In fact, he really wants to get rid of this dirty work of torture, interrogation, and probing the conspiracy behind it right away - it's not like he's looking for the patient's allergens or the source of the disease.

But the problem is, handing people over like this...

"...Wait a minute? Invite a magician from the Royal Mage Corps. I don't know how to remove this thing tied to him!"

If it reaches halfway, there will be a loud bang. Even if it doesn't kill the interrogators or transport personnel, if it kills this person alive, who does it belong to?

What? Let Gretel take over?

Grete said, I am not a bomb disposal expert. Let the professionals handle this kind of explosive disposal!

So the cocoons had to be left outside the back wall of the hospital. Gretel looked around and shouted:

"Cerella!"

"Hey!" Miss Yinlong jumped out excitedly and geared up:

"Do you want me to demolish it? I'm not afraid of it exploding! I'll do it!"

"……"do not! Not to mention whether it will be injured, even if it is dismantled without incident, it may not be a good thing!

You know, the way this kind of thing is made may also have a personal imprint, which may become an important clue! Worst of all, you can still use magic to track it!

"Serila... go take a look around and see if there is anyone suspicious..."

"Ok, no problem!"

Miss Yinlong kicked her ass on the spot and flew up. Elevate, level, and fly outward. Gretel raised his head and watched her leave, murmuring:

"...The king can fly, right?"

"It should be fine, right?" Master Thomas's eyes were duller than his:

"Well, there are slums near the hospital. No one will care about it anyway. You should just fly wherever you want..."

Grete left a group of people to guard the "cocoon" and sent the medical staff to do whatever they needed to do. After a while, Cerela came back unhappy and fell to the ground:

"Nothing was found..."

She was dejected. If she had a tail, it would probably have dropped to the ground by now. Grete quickly comforted her:

"It's okay, it's okay. Please go out, just in case. If the person behind the scenes was really smart, he would probably have quietly retreated when he saw the two groups of people fighting."

In fact, it is just to prevent someone from coming to monitor and prepare to remotely detonate the fireball technique. It's a good thing that no discovery was made. It's best for the mage from the Royal Mage Corps to come quickly and take the cocoon away. They can check it as they please!

Gretel's worries are also the worries of the nobles. Seeing that the alarm was lifted, Viscount Garter breathed a sigh of relief and came over to discuss:

"Can these unlucky guys be handed over to us first? They are all those guys from the Light Cavalry Regiment who are not strict in running the army. Don't worry, I will ask their commander to come to apologize later and smash the tabloid by the way! - You want No matter how much gold coins they compensate, they just ask for it!"

Gretel really wanted to say: Just pay the 20,000 gold coins for me. But it's a pity that this kind of thought can only circulate in my stomach. He smiled slightly:

"There's no need to talk about money. I do have an idea. I hope to popularize a technology in the army. If it can be done, it will be more beneficial to the safety of the boys on the battlefield..."

"Just say it!"

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