Chapter 843 Cerela: I’ll Take You Flying! (Breaking Update 25)

Steal bread?

Grete lowered his gaze and said nothing. If stealing is a sin, then stealing food may be the lightest of such sins——

If a person will starve to death if he does not steal food, then it is obviously not him who commits the crime, but the society that forces him to commit a crime.

Jean Valjean stole a loaf of bread and was sentenced to five years of hard labor.

Gretel always remembered how deeply compassionate Hugo, the literary master in his previous life, described this man, and how much sympathy he received from all subsequent film, television, opera, and literary analyses.

But Grete remembered that he gave everyone in the hospital, every caster, security guard, and nurse, plenty of food. So Grete turned his attention to little Jenny, and little Jenny took a step forward and stared at the woman named Maria:

"Take the bread out of your clothes."

"this……"

"take it out!"

Gretel silently took two steps back, turning his back to the crowd. There was a sound of bodies colliding, and then little Jenny’s respectful voice sounded:

"Okay, sir."

Grete turned around. The woman's face was flushed, and she stood there uneasily, holding a hard piece of bread in her hands. The bread is not big, just about the size of two hands, with a small bite discreetly left on it.

Presumably, she used this action to show that she had "already eaten", so she put the bread into her clothes and waited to take it home to her children?

"Jenny, how is the food supply situation in my hospital?"

Gretel asked softly. Little Jenny bowed slightly:

"According to your order, everyone will be fed. Each nurse will receive a piece of bread per meal, a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of milk, and a large bowl of cooked vegetables. In addition, there will be an egg at each meal, Or a fish, or a piece of meat the size of an adult’s hand.”

As she spoke, the washerwomen around her nodded. He lowered his voice and whispered in agreement:

"Yes, yes! Miss Jenny is right, no one dares to cheat us!"

"Who can eat so much for people who do menial jobs like us? It's amazing if oatmeal can fill you up!"

"There's milk! There's also meat! If you're still not full, you can add more oatmeal!"

"To be honest, I try to eat as much as possible in the hospital and stop eating when I get home. I save the rations for the children... Where can I find such a kind employer!"

Kindness... Gretel didn't dare to say it. He just tried to feel his conscience and try his best to feed the employees. The caster has the standards of the caster. He never gets tired of fine food and fine food. Every meal needs white bread and exquisite dishes;

A warrior has the standards of a warrior and can eat black bread, but he must be full and have enough meat. Only with adequate nutrition can they support their strong amount of exercise;

And the nurses... As ordinary people, all Grete can do for them is to provide meals on time and in sufficient quantity. According to the residents' daily dietary standards, the three major items of staple food, vegetables, and meat should be matched as properly as possible to prevent them from going hungry.

As for stealing food?

Gretel closed his eyes slightly and activated the teleportation technique. In a flash, he was teleported from the crowded square to the center of the mage tower. He tapped the tower spirit panel with his finger and issued an order:

"MOSS, call up the monitoring results of the canteen by the invisible servants. Show them to me yesterday, three days ago, five days ago, and ten days ago."

"Okay, boss."

The tower spirit - MOSS No. 2 - responded with a screen of light. Although Gretel didn't care much about these chores, he still knew how to install surveillance and let the tower spirit control the invisible servant to patrol from time to time.

The hall, walls, obstetrics building, pharmacy room, ward corridor, laundry room, sewage treatment room...everything you can think of that may be defective, let the invisible servant check frequently. At this time, with an order, the data was immediately transferred out.

Grete looked closely and saw that, as the nurses said, there was enough food for everyone to eat. Looking at the import and export of bulk goods, there is also a situation where no one responsible for the management of the canteen is transporting rice, noodles and meat without permission.

He then teleported to the kitchen. In the back kitchen, the oven was steaming with steam, and vegetables and meat were piled high on the chopping board. Grete quickly turned around and saw a dozen cauldrons lined up in a row, which were churning and churning:

Oatmeal, mash with lots of potatoes and corn, vegetable soup...

The stored grain, the vegetables on the chopping board, the eggs, meat and fish all looked fresh and not moldy or rotten. From this point of view, the canteen managers at least did not make much money.

Too. Gretel laughed at himself: This is not the world in his previous life. He still has to work hard to collect evidence and deal with it according to the law.

Here, if he suspects an ordinary person of corruption, he can directly use magic to interrogate him, and throw [Charm Humanity] and the like at will. If you find out, take him to the city hall and let him die if you want.

And if it's not an ordinary person - a spell caster working in a hospital, who doesn't know that following him carefully is the best way to get promoted?

But there are no disadvantages everywhere, which means that the situation outside is really serious now. Gretel slowly walked out of the cafeteria and returned to the quarreling nurses. Looking around, all the women lowered their heads and did not dare to breathe.

"What are you still doing here?" Gretel said slowly:

"Is there no work to do in the hospital? Have the sheets been washed? Have the quilt covers and pillowcases been removed and washed? Have the walls, bed frames, and tables of the rooms been wiped with disinfectant? All the patients have been seen, and there is nothing else needed. ?"

"We'll go immediately!"

The nurses and washerwomen ran away. Only little Jenny stood still, and the washerwoman who stole the bread stood trembling in front of Grete. Seeing the crowd disperse, she fell to her knees with a plop and begged:

"Don't drive me away, sir, don't drive me away! I don't dare to do it anymore! You can deduct wages or fine me in other ways. Please don't drive me away! Drive me out now. I really want to live." I can’t go down anymore——”

She fell to the ground and burst into tears. Gretel put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and looked at her quietly. After a long time, he sighed:

"What's your monthly salary, Maria?"

"Five silver coins, sir." Maria shrank timidly. Five silver coins, working 10 hours a day, including lunch and dinner.

For a washerwoman who knows nothing and only has a handful of strength, it is quite good to find such a job where she can have enough to eat and not be bullied.

"Five silver coins." Gretel sighed:

"I remember that flour seemed to be worth one copper coin per pound. As for bread..."

"I can't buy it anymore, sir!" Maria looked up suddenly:

"The cheapest rye flour, mixed with a lot of bran, costs three copper coins and two pounds! Bread, sir, the kind of bread you supply, the size of two hands, costs three copper coins to buy one !”

Gretel gasped. One copper coin per pound has increased to three copper coins for two pounds. The quantity may seem small, but the price has increased by 50%. How can the urban poor at the bottom afford a 50% price increase? !

"And this is still in Nevis. The Archmage took pity on us and kept suppressing the price of food." Maria continued to cry while lying on the ground:

"My husband's sister's family, in their city, the price of a pound of flour has increased five times! Five times! They have been supporting it for two months, but they really can't support it anymore..."

At this point, tears fell in clusters and her voice choked up:

"Two husbands and wives and three children came to us with their family. They couldn't find a job, and my husband was kind-hearted, but he couldn't bear to drive them away... The children have been hungry for two days... How can the adults endure it? , the child can’t hold it…”

Grete let out a long sigh. He looked around and saw that no one was prying around. He raised his hand, and the hands of two mages crossed and flew out, lifting the woman from the ground:

"No matter what, it's not okay for you to take food from the hospital, ma'am."

"Yes, yes, I am guilty." Maria kept bowing in panic. Gretel had to add another mage's hand, and then turned to look at little Jenny:

"You have to follow rules when doing things. You can only eat, but you can't take them with you. These are the rules. But," he closed his eyes slightly:

"If you just take your share out, just pretend you didn't see it..."

"Yes, sir." Little Jenny looked unbearable and bowed slightly. She paused, hesitated to speak, and finally muttered:

"But sir, if they don't have enough to eat—"

"You can bring bread, but eggs, fish and meat must be eaten on the spot and arranged for supervision. In addition," Grete said with a sullen face, trying to keep his tone serious and sharp:

"If you do something wrong in the hospital, whether it's because you eat too little, are hungry, or lack energy, you should be kicked out immediately. In the current situation, I want to hire people, as many as they want, and let them figure it out for themselves."

"By the way, make the bread half bigger."

Little Jenny knelt down and bowed, then left quickly, taking the peasant woman away with her. Gretel stood there and closed his eyes for a long time before slowly and slowly sighing——

He built a hospital, stocked up on food, gave security guards and medical staff good treatment, and tried his best to build a small, warm and peaceful world without wind or rain. But now, the wind and rain from the outside world are still pouring in.

If they die, the people will suffer. The people are prosperous and suffer. People suffer most from man-made and natural disasters.

However, the people around here have already begun to flee from famine... Are they starting to flee from famine only in June? Hasn’t the Parliament already prepared in advance to store food and stabilize food prices?

We won’t be able to hold on in June. When the autumn harvest comes, winter comes, and next year’s spring famine comes, we still have to sell our sons and daughters, and we still have to starve to death all over the land?

Grete walked around in circles for several times, but finally felt that he couldn't just sit back and watch. No, you have to tell the teacher, and if you meet people from the review committee, you have to tell them——

It is said that he has not had much interaction with this review meeting and does not know anyone. Otherwise, just ask about the progress of the negotiations and how much money he can get, and go to the review committee?

He stamped his foot, took out the [Endless Ink Pen], and activated the teleportation function on it. The figure disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he had reached the top of Igor Peak. Looking up, he saw the huge Tower of Babel.

Speaking of which, the teleportation function on this thing was originally designed to reach the top of Igor Peak and outside the mystery lock. After Gretel reached level 7, he could modify it independently.

However, Grete's level of teleportation is really hard to describe. Even though he has exceeded the level of mage, he still won't change...

Fortunately, he doesn't have this need. Every day after work and get off work, it's very convenient to sit on Appa's back with Cerela and Bernard, chatting and laughing. You should save the teleportation technique for when you meet the teacher.

He was quickly received by the Lord of Thunder. Regarding Grete's report and suggestions, the Lord of Thunder remained unmoved, as if he was not surprised at all. After listening, he directly pulled out a piece of paper, slapped a [Secret Mark] on it and threw it to him:

"I didn't originally intend for you to participate in this matter. But since you went to ask - take this note to the review meeting and tell me what I mean, you go and make a trip to that Earldom."

Gretel held the note and left with tears streaming down his face. Teacher, you didn’t write a single word on this note, you just added a [secret mark] - for a magician, this is equivalent to his own stamp - do you want me to fill it in myself?

Can I write whatever I want?

Well, I don't dare...

Also, what kind of earldom is that? Which earldom is it? What on earth is going on? Teacher, why did you send me away because your words were unclear...

He mumbled downstairs, took the elevator, and descended all the way to the 120th floor of the Tower of Babel. A monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. No, the review committee changes and the office of the review committee will not change places for no reason.

In the past few years, Gretel has become very familiar with being interrogated, having meetings, discussing, asking for money, asking for projects, and running review meetings for all kinds of things.

There are eight members of the review committee. The convention is that one person from each school of thought serves as a rotating member. There is no name on the nameplate at the door of the office, only the representative emblems of each school are engraved - Grete guessed that this is probably to save budget.

Therefore, Grete was familiar with the way, so naturally, he was taken to the office of the committee member of the Plastic Energy Department.

"Mage Nordmark? Please sit down."

The rotating committee member this time is a middle-aged woman, wearing a dark blue mage robe with several snowflake-like patterns embroidered with silver thread. Maybe a magician from the direction of ice and snow?

No wonder the temperature in the entire office dropped by two degrees without turning on the air conditioner...

Gretel sat down in front of her politely. He took the tea cup from the staff and observed the other person:

The female magician was about forty years old, with a serious face and her hair tied into a tight bun on the back of her head. He had deep nasolabial folds and a deep vertical line between his eyebrows. Even when he took the note and raised his head to say hello, he did not let go.

"Hello, I am Elize Usman, the rotating committee member of the current Energy Evocation Department." The female magician glanced at the note, then filed it away and rummaged through it on a nearby file shelf. He said hello while looking for him, speaking quickly:

"I already know your purpose of coming. There happens to be something that requires the council to send a mage of the same level to do. Since it is the intention of the Lord of Thunder, I will trouble you to make a trip - ah, here."

She quickly pulled out a document marked with light yellow, opened it, glanced at it for confirmation, and pushed it in front of Grete:

"On the island to the west, Earl Roscombe did not respond to the parliament's call to stock up on food in advance. When the famine came, he did not open the warehouse to stock up on food. Now there are a large number of hungry people in the territory, and the parliament is negotiating with him to guide the hungry people. He refuses to go to other areas—"

"So someone needs to be in charge?"

Gretel blurted out. Master Usman raised a stylized smile:

"Yes. Someone will do the specific negotiations, guide the refugees, and transfer the people, but you need someone with enough weight to sit in and negotiate. Now, it's you."

"I'll go immediately!"

The Kingdom of Kent consists of two large islands and several smaller islands. The big island in the west is called Aioland. Because the island is lined with green trees and has a network of rivers, it is also known as the "Emerald Island" and "Emerald Island".

The territory of Earl Roscommon is in the central part of Ioland Island, a little northerly. It is about 200 miles away from Nevis by sea, and it takes about another 200 miles by land to get ashore.

According to the information provided by the staff of the review committee, the parliament had already prepared a speedboat for the past envoys, but Gretel was very anxious——

"No need! Find a fast boat and wait for the boat closest to Aiolan Island. I will rush over by land!"

There are already hungry people!

That is to say, people have already started to die!

At this time, the earlier you arrive, the better!

"The closest to them is Belltown Port, which is only 20 miles away by sea, but -"

"That's it!"

Gretel jumped up and ran down. Return to the mage tower and immediately raise your voice:

"Bernard! Call Appa! Cerela! I'm going on a long trip to the island of Aioland in the west. Will you follow me?"

"Then we must go together!"

"Then hurry up! Pack your things and leave immediately!"

While relaying the situation, he found the space bag that had not been used for a long time - the largest one had been taken away by Linn - and swiped things into it. Serila listened for a moment and raised her eyebrows:

"Then why should Appa run? Let's fly there directly! It's much faster. We'll arrive tonight!"

"Fly directly..."

"Fly away! I'll take you!" She spread her arms wide and raised her head proudly:

"I'm an adult now! Don't talk about you, Bernard and Appa, I can carry a few more!"

Under the setting sun, on the top of the mage tower, a huge silver dragon soared into the sky. Bernard sat on the dragon's back, head buried, hugging a thorn tightly; Gretel sat in front of him, hugging Appa who had turned into a cat-sized one, with a wisp of white clouds gently surrounding him -

That was the shield specially built by Silver Dragon for them. With this wisp of white clouds here, the wind does not blow on my face and the rain does not touch my body.

Break through the cold rain and break through the clouds. The silver dragon spread its wings, jumped out of the rolling cloud waves, and came to the top of the thick cumulonimbus clouds.

The warm light of the setting sun enveloped them, coating the silver dragon scales and Grete's cheeks facing the setting sun with a faint golden light.

"Celera, let's go! Go west, go south! Fly along the coastline, cross the sea, and there is the big island opposite!"

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