Chapter 822: Kind-Hearted Mage, Please Don’t Heal Me.

While the God of War Temple was discussing, Mrs. Alva from the Charm Control School was also convening her subordinates for discussion.

Naturally, there was only one topic for discussion: Should we send a few cases to give Master Nordmark a try first?

"Isn't it necessary?"

Beatrice, one of Madam Alva’s favorite female disciples, frowned and said:

"The Count of Ostend will definitely send patients here. We will search for them ourselves. If any of the children turn out to be bad, wouldn't it be a waste of harm to our compatriots?"

"Then let's send a few patients over first." A magician from the necromancy department immediately retorted:

"Looking at the paper, the first batch of surgeries will always have problems of one kind or another. People and animals are different. Problems that don't happen in animals, who knows whether they will happen in people?"

Pity them Necromancers, they have a lot of experience in performing surgeries. Often, if the experiments are done well on animals, they will dare to die for you when they are exposed to humans; if the experiments are conducted well on ordinary people, they will continue to die for you to see if they are transformed into extraordinary beings...

In the intelligence team, a conjuration magician stared into the void, his fingers flying as if he had been weaving something. He said as if in a trance:

"When the count sends the patients over, five out of ten patients will die, or even one out of ten patients will die, and there will be no hope for cooperation."

This is true. In the conference room, a group of magicians doing secret work nodded gently:

Whose child is loved by whom? Even if one of the ten patients sent here died, the count would definitely not dare to gamble on the success rate with his own child. If ten sick children with hunchbacks are sent over, ten good children who are bouncing around will be returned.

Then, the only way is to find a way to find a group of cases for clinical experiments...

"Let's see, regarding medical treatment... oh, the application for clinical trials, let's go run it first, in the name of relevant diplomatic needs." After a moment of silence, Mrs. Alva came to a conclusion:

"Beatrice, you go and run this. Let's communicate with Master Nordmark first and see what content he must reflect in the experiment application."

"Yes!" The female disciple leaned forward to accept the order. She lowered her head silently, hiding the bitter look on her beautiful face:

I have to run errands again and stay up late writing reports again. And what’s even more painful is that Master Nordmark always has many inexplicable requirements when it comes to experimental applications...

The parliament's application requirements for medical experiments are relatively loose. Basically, as long as someone applies and someone voluntarily participates, it's fine. Spend money to hire patients? no problem!

Let patients who are in debt pay off their debts with their own bodies? normal!

Buy slaves directly? As long as you can buy it!

Cured the patient to death? If you die, you will die. No big deal, as long as your previous application for the experiment and the contract you signed with the patient mentioned that the patient will be at risk of death. If Shinji dies, the council will never care.

The only taboo is to forcefully bind the patient for research without his or her permission. This was reached through repeated consultations and tug-of-war between the Parliament and various factions, nobles, wealthy businessmen, various power groups, and the city hall.

The requirements of the Nordmark mage are much more. First of all, the patient must be voluntary, not the seller who sells him, or even the parents of the children who benefit from it;

Secondly, all patients must be fully informed of the purpose, methods, expected benefits and potential risks of the research, as well as the discomfort that may be caused by the research, and must be informed of their right to refuse to participate in the research, or to withdraw their previous consent at any time;

Thirdly, the report must repeatedly evaluate and prove that the risks associated with the intervention used in the experiment have been fully assessed and satisfactorily controlled, and will not outweigh the potential benefits...

When she was helping write a report, Master Nordmark gave her an entire outline and said, "Just follow this." She studied it desperately for three days. She could understand every word, but she couldn't understand anything when put together.

Faced with every sentence, she wanted to shout: "Speak humanly!"

Beatrice accepted the teacher's order with tears in her eyes. Mrs. Alva turned her eyes around and looked at the necromancy magician on her right:

"So, you are responsible for finding relevant cases? The first batch...to find ten first?"

The necromancer magician took over the task with confidence. Isn't it easy to just find a few little hunchbacks? A walk around the workhouse and a walk around the slums where people were fed regular relief meals. Ten hunchbacked children, still can't find them?

Then, reality hit him hard.

He went around the workhouse and the people raised by the necromancers, but there was nothing there.

I went around the slums and found nothing.

I randomly asked several poorhouse managers and several poor peasant women, and got exactly the same answer:

“How can a child who is born with a disability survive?”

"A child like this won't be able to work when he grows up. Who can afford to raise such a mouth?"

"Most of them are thrown away after birth, right?"

"I think I've heard of them being sold. But it's definitely impossible to support a family like ours."

"Perhaps a rich and noble family can afford it?"

The necromancer looked around blankly. Seeing that five days were up, he could only go to see Archmage Edgar, report the situation, and ask for instructions:

"Should we provide cases in another way?"

"How do you say it?" Archmage Edgar lay in front of a skull, staring at the lines inside the skull with great interest. In his eyes, the runes formed by intertwined lines are much more interesting than how to find a few patients:

"What do you want to do instead?"

"Go to the newspaper to ask for cases? Ask the magicians of the prophecy department to help find them. Where can there be such patients? Or, can we make a few of them ourselves?"

He suggested a way, and Archmage Edgar shook his head. At the end of the sentence, Archmage Edgar pushed the skull in front of him and shook his head:

"You don't have to think about making a few. With Grete's temper, if you dare to make a few, he dares to come directly to the Black Crow Swamp. Forget it, I'd better ask Mrs. Alva..."

Since she said she would provide patients, she should know some relevant channels?

Mrs. Alva did know. Magicians of the enchantment and control system often go deep into the folk and perform in places such as taverns, theaters, and caravans, and they learn more about some things. She definitely pointed out a clear path:

"Go to the circus and look for it."

"What?"

"There are always some dwarfs in the circus, right? There are always some people who are born with weird shapes, right? And the children they bribe, train them to get into wine jars, or keep them in jars? By the way, there are others Some gangs will bribe children..."

Archmage Edgar floated out without saying a word. This kind of thing is really uncomfortable to hear.

Although they in Black Crow Swamp deal with dead people more than living people, except for a few perverts with twisted and dark psychology who take pleasure in killing people, most people will not do this to innocent people!

He went directly to the city hall and asked for a list of circuses, mobile caravans, etc. that had performed or were performing in Nevis in the past month. It's unnecessary to do it too early. You won't know where it went and it will be troublesome to find it.

Then, Archmage Edgar scattered his disciples and grandchildren. As if it wasn't enough, I went to the Emergency Management Department and the City Guards to ask for help in finding someone——

A week later, there were eleven dwarfs lined up in front of Gretel, tall and short, crookedly. The necromancer who brought them pointed forward eagerly:

"These are all cases that meet your needs, Master Nordmark! We have checked them with your method, and every one of them is! The spines are all crooked!"

Grete slowly lowered his gaze. Among the eleven patients, some have childish faces, some have weathered faces; some still look like children, while some already look like adults.

The tallest one is less than his shoulders, and the shortest one can only sit cross-legged, with weak hands and feet. Seeing his focused gaze, the Necromancer bowed slightly:

"This is a 'man in the altar'. He raises an abducted child in a jar, and when he performs to the outside world, he says that he was born like this. Very vicious, yes, very vicious. The leader of the circus troupe has been We were sent to prison."

But being sent to prison cannot make up for the harm done to a child's life. Gretel looked over one by one and knelt down in front of a seven or eight-year-old girl wearing a bright red dress:

"May I have your name?"

"Leah." The little girl bowed timidly, "Dear mage, they call me Leah."

"You are hunchbacked...are you born like this, or did you become like this later?"

"I don't know, respected mage."

Leah shook her head vigorously, swaying her messy blond hair from left to right, and a string of water droplets splashed out and landed on Grete's shoes. It was obvious that she had just been washed and washed in a hurry before she came to the hospital, and her hair had not had time to dry.

Leah let out a cry of fear and immediately knelt down to clean Grete's shoes. Grete gently raised her hand, and two mage hands flew out from left to right, lifting her up lightly:

"Leah, if I say that I can cure your hunchback, would you be willing? - The process may be a little dangerous, and there is a possibility that it cannot be cured or you may be paralyzed, but I am willing to try my best to cure it..."

"I do! Sir, I do!" Leah replied impatiently before she could finish speaking. The voice was sharp and high-pitched, trembling slightly, as if suppressing some fear. At the same time, several other hunchbacks also rushed to talk:

"We do!"

"We do!"

"Mr. Master, do your best! It doesn't matter if there is danger!"

Grete frowned slowly. This isn't normal, he thought, this isn't normal.

The patients he had seen in his previous life would hesitate again and again about treatment methods that might be dangerous. Even in this life, patients who can make decisions for themselves will always be nervous and fearful.

He took a deep breath, smiled and nodded to the Necromancer who brought the people, and called for people to treat him to rest. He took Leah's hand, took her to sit next door, and poured her a glass of honey water.

After the little girl held the cup and drank the whole cup of honey water in one mouthful, Gretel slowly asked:

"Leah, can you go home? Do you have your parents?"

"No, Master Mage. - I have grown up in the circus as long as I can remember."

"How is the circus doing now?"

"They moved on to the next place, sir. The gentleman in the black robe bought me."

Grete frowned slightly. The circus is gone, what will a little girl do in the future? If you don’t have a home, why don’t you send her to an orphanage?

"So, if I could cure you, would you?"

"...Master Mage, after you cure me, will you take me in and give me a job?"

Gretel was silent. How can such a young child work? Washing dishes, doing laundry, mopping floors in the hospital?

His moment of silence gave the little girl the answer. Leah carefully put the honey water back to its place, jumped off the chair, and bowed deeply:

"Thank you for your grace, kind-hearted mage. But if you can't take me in and give me a job, then please don't treat me. - In this way, I can find another circus and rely on myself performance to survive..."

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