Chapter 700 For the Queen’s Safety, Please Do Not Heal Them!

"Which of you is the leader?"

Gretel shouted from a distance. As he asked, he flicked his fingers slightly and cast several spells on himself:

Mage armor, shield, resistance to energy damage...

At the same time, a space bag and several pieces of magic equipment fell silently into his pocket. The Golden Oak Leaf Medal, with its own protective arrows, is triggered once a week;

The elemental endurance pendant given by Mr. Steiner, the protection mage [Time Barrier];

The golden bracelet given by Ms. Helena from the legendary conjuration system [Song of the Deep Sea] is blessed with three magics: Flame Burst, Any Door, and Water Wall;

The tie clip given by Ms. Almeida from the legend of the enchantment and control system [Philosopher's Rose] can resist mental shock...

Coupled with the [Endless Ink Pen] that is always with you, it can trigger [Force Field Wall], resist mind control spells, and trigger teleportation spells. Basically, you have armed yourself into a person who can fight, carry, escape, and Canned spells to relieve control.

In addition to still having a weak sense of combat and having to rely on automatic triggering protective spells to survive the first wave, the survivability is already impressive.

Such a large group of people, impoverished and with similar symptoms, who had not been seen during the day, suddenly appeared at the door of the hospital early in the morning...

There must be a problem!

God knows where it came from, God knows if there was anyone behind it, God knows if there are people with ulterior motives hiding among these people!

Although Serira is by his side and Bernard is by his side, for your own safety, it is better to be fully protected and be vigilant!

Serila smiled at him, said nothing, and moved a step closer to him. Gretel raised his voice again:

"Who is your leader? Where does he come from?"

There was a commotion among the refugees in front of them. Some people opened their mouths to answer, but Grete couldn't understand a word. Is it a dialect, or another language?

"It's Carolingian." Behind him, a priestess from the Spring Temple walked quickly and whispered to Grete. Seeing Gretel looking at her inquiringly, she smiled confidently:

"In the early years... there were relatively frequent exchanges between the Royal Capital and the opposite side. We also discussed healing techniques with people from the Glorious Holy See. These people spoke Carolingian with a slight accent, but it was true that The language is right.”

So...are they from across the strait? Under the rule of the Glorious Holy See? Being driven to him for some reason?

Grete's heart moved. He smiled at Priestess:

"Then please ask them where they come from and what they are doing here."

Priestess slowly stepped forward, stood behind Bernard, and raised her voice to ask questions from a distance. Grete took a picture of himself [Language Proficient] and listened quietly:

It turns out that there are three groups of these people, and they don’t know each other very well. They were just taken into prison as blood servants. They were originally going to be executed, but for some reason they were transported here again. Someone directed them to the entrance of the hospital.

How long were you in jail?

have no idea.

Who lucked it out?

have no idea.

Who guided it?

Still don’t know…

Gretel sighed. He turned to Bernard:

"Guide them to walk around the hospital wall and go to the back wall. Then ask the logistics to bring them some food and wait for me to see them when I have time. Don't block them here. They will start to be discharged and admitted in a while. It's scary. It won’t be good if it comes to other people.”

The savages swung the bolts and shouted loudly. With Priestess' translation, the refugees finally stood up in twos and threes, supported and pulled each other, and walked towards the back wall.

Gretel kept staring at them and saw that most of them moved smoothly, but a few had dull eyes and needed to be yelled at or pulled by someone to move forward.

In particular, a short man with sloppy steps turned around several times and stared directly at him.

Tupac DeMille is so sorry. He spent a lot of money to paint his face and hands to look like these patients, and even the skin under his clothes was made up. He even chewed a glass bottle, causing his gums and lips to bleed, which was so hot...

In this way, he blended into the crowd of homeless people, taking advantage of the fact that the three groups of people didn't know each other very well, pretending to be mentally ill, and squatted inside. They just hope that the Nordmark mage will come out to see them so that they can seize the opportunity to assassinate them.

Alas, this mage is too cautious and does not approach them... It seems that he will have to stay among the refugees for a few more days...

Gretel didn't notice anything unusual about this person. He was just thinking and identifying the source of these people's symptoms:

Is it cold and hungry?

Or are there people with mental illness or abnormal intellectual development in this group of people?

or……

He thought quickly. Priestess has turned around with a serious face:

"Sir, do you want to treat them?"

"You have to take a look, right?" Gretel's eyes kept falling on the refugees, watching them move slowly, farther and farther away:

"They've all come to my door. It's not good to have the heart to drive them away like this."

"But are these people really not vampires? Your Excellency, you have a distinguished status and are about to treat the Queen. It is best not to..."

"They are not vampires." Gretel shook his head decisively:

"Serila said that they don't have the aura of vampires, and I trust her judgment. Besides, I will set up defensive spells, so even if something goes wrong, they can't hurt me."

"It's better not to get close to them." After a while, Joanna hurried over and went over to observe them. The female priest of the Natural God Church quickly turned back with a worried look on her face:

"Sir, I think you have noticed that they all have similar symptoms. I suspect it is leprosy - if not leprosy, it is another infectious disease."

She looked back at the obstetrics building, her brows tangled:

"Sir, this is a hospital, and the patients are the weakest mothers and newborns. We shouldn't keep them around."

"It's not leprosy." Gretel responded firmly. He had already thought of this possibility, so when he spoke, he paid special attention to the redness and scales on the faces of the refugees, as well as the stretched out fingers:

"The eyebrows and other hair have not fallen out, the skin lesions on the face are distributed symmetrically, the skin lesions on the hands have changed like gloves, and the fingers are not deformed or even defective. These are not consistent with the symptoms of leprosy, they are definitely not."

Of course, other infectious diseases still need to be prevented. Grete asked people to come out and spray disinfectant along the roads where the refugees walked, while he also asked people to prepare rubber isolation suits:

"Don't worry, even if it's an infectious disease, if I wear an isolation suit to visit them and disinfect according to the regulations later, I won't be infected. If I let them run around, something will happen. But this matter needs to be reported, with this group of people coming here , I don’t know how many conspiracies are waiting behind me!”

The matter of the refugees was quickly reported to Lord Graf, who in turn reported it to Baroness Vitegg. Before eight o'clock in the morning, the Baroness hurried over on a fast horse:

"Where are those refugees? Don't worry, Master Mage, someone will be here to take them away soon! They will never be left here to cause trouble to you and the Queen!"

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