Chapter 854 Cerela: Oh, It Is Said that Someone Is a Third-Level Warrior?

Since some of the poor were sent to Nevis to join the workers, there must be ships transporting people. Grete found one without any difficulty, booked two guest rooms, and embarked on a journey back home with Cerela and Bernard.

Since he was traveling with Serira, Grete naturally tried to find a ship with better conditions. As an eighth-level mage, he naturally got the VIP cabin on the ship——

Right next to the captain's room. The area is not large, each room is only 5 square meters. A bed, a bedside table, and a washstand. As a distinguished guest, Gretel had exclusive access to two brass washbasins, which were so shiny that people's faces could be seen.

The carved bedside table is divided into two levels. The drawer on the upper floor is opened, revealing two rare white porcelain tea cups, inlaid in specially dug grooves; the cabinet door on the lower floor is opened...

"Eh~~~! Bah, bah, bah, bah!"

Gretel only regretted that she didn't use a mage's hand to open the cabinet door. Inside that standing cabinet, there is a toilet with a lid placed neatly!

Although they should have washed themselves clean before boarding the boat and there was no smell at all, but it was a toilet after all!

"Dear Mr. Master, this toilet will be filled every day." The first mate who led the way pointed to the door respectfully:

"If you need anything, just pull this bell rope and someone will serve you at any time. You can have three meals a day in the captain's dining room, or you can have the servants bring them to your cabin, whatever you like."

This condition, for a merchant ship—a merchant ship of this level—cannot be better. Gretel smiled and nodded, sent him out, and knocked on Cerira's door next door.

Cerira has a single room to herself. The per capita area, excluding Appa, is twice as big as Gretel's.

For the silver dragon girl who is used to staying in the mage tower and even being able to transform into a prototype in the dragon's nest on the top of the tower, such a single room is naturally very cramped. However, if it was only a few days, she wouldn't mind staying with Gretel for a few days...

And you can explore everywhere on the boat! From the top of the tall mast to the lowest cargo hold, she can get in anywhere to see the wonders!

No one will reject her! Of course, who would refuse an elf beauty?

Apart from……

"Serila, don't go down to the bottom cabin! It's very dirty in there!"

"It's so dirty. Why do you want to go down? I'll go too!"

"..."

I went down to take a look at these low-level workers, what their transportation conditions were like, to what extent it would affect their health, and whether they might be able to spread the plague. What are you doing down there?

It's such a dirty, possibly smelly place, so I can go down alone!

I even waited on the boat for a day, until the boat had set sail and had been floating on the sea for a day, before I went down to see it, so that I could see the most realistic situation! I can't even say what it looks like down there now...

But Cerela ignored him at all. The silver dragon girl smiled and flicked her fingers, a wisp of breeze surrounded Gretel's body, and several light balls rose randomly:

"Hurry up! If you don't go down, I'm going to kick you~~~"

"Celera! Remove the wind barrier! I can't study this!"

The breeze whistled and blew away from his ears. The speed was too fast, forming a small vacuum, which made Gretel's ears buzz. He rubbed his ears and walked helplessly down the dark and narrow stairs step by step.

Go down one flight of stairs and then another flight of stairs. Instantly, a strong sour smell hit his face, choking Grete to lean back, and almost slipped his foot and slipped.

"Cough...cough...cough!"

He grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand and covered his nose with the other, making him almost burst into tears. What does this smell like!

What does this smell like?——

If Grete had to describe it, it was almost like being in an emergency department. Ten drunkards came in late at night, plus five had diarrhea and three had diabetic foot disease. Lock them in a waiting room with only 10 seats and keep them bored for a whole night...

"I told you not to use my wind barrier...hehe..."

Behind him, the silver dragon girl's teasing voice could be heard softly. Gretel had no time to argue with her, so he just waved his hand slightly and walked down cautiously.

Walking to the end of the stairs, I looked down with the light of the illumination spell, and quickly took a magic photo of myself:

【Increase resistance】!

【Cat Elegance】!

Here are two more [Invisible Servants], give them instructions, help me if I slip...

The bottom floor of this merchant ship, which is used for both passengers and cargo, is densely packed with people! They are all people! Sitting, lying, squatting, the average area per person is less than one square meter...

Or just one square meter?

In short, if Grete wants to walk around the bottom of the cabin, he must either activate the flying skill and fly directly over people's heads; or he must be careful and step through so many arms and legs...

And always be careful not to trip.

"It seems that someone is already a level 3 warrior."

Behind him, Cerira complained softly.

Gretel didn't hear it. Well, as long as I didn't hear, I wouldn't be embarrassed...and the cabin is so dark, and I'm walking in front, you can't see me blushing anyway!

Can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see...

Fortunately, Gretel soon discovered that he didn't need to worry about being tripped anytime and anywhere. As soon as several light balls rose up, there was a rustle in front of them, and everyone was shrinking back——

The poor people, sitting or lying down, were supporting themselves, squirming, and trying to shrink themselves into a ball. Some people who didn't shrink fast enough and felt that they were standing in front of him would even go so far as to push others...

Soon, a passage about 2 meters wide opened in front of Gretel, leading straight to the opposite hatch.

Judging from the width of this bottom cabin, which is about 10 meters, Grete can only think that they are already so crowded that they are almost stacked on top of each other.

Although Grete wanted to comfort him by saying, "You don't have to be so afraid of me," he had no choice but to put it aside temporarily in the face of the more important investigation work. He held up his trousers and walked in, taking a deep breath of the air in the cabin:

The smell of sweat that has been fermenting for who knows how long.

The sour smell of vomiting.

fishy smell.

Strong smell of ammonia.

All in all, according to a doctor's sense of smell, there was no smell that made him feel alarmed.

As for vomiting or whatever, it's obvious that these farmers were thrown into the sea at once. If only 50% of them were seasick, then it would be a blessing from God.

"What did you eat along the way?"

He casually walked a few steps forward, bent down, and asked the nearest farmer. With his footsteps everywhere, the farmer instinctively took another step back, lowered his head and said:

"Meals will be served on board, Your Excellency. Each person will have a bowl of porridge and half a loaf of bread."

This nutrition is definitely not enough. Calories, protein, fat, and vegetables all need to be increased. Grete thought quickly. I wanted to ask something else, but my feet suddenly shook, and then the sound of vomiting came one after another around me.

"You just vomited here?"

"Sorry, Your Excellency." The poor man he asked curled up in a ball and tried to wipe his vomit with his dirty rags:

"We have no choice...only here, Your Excellency..."

"Where do you go to the bathroom?"

"in the corner……"

Grete looked far away in the direction he pointed. There is a large bucket on the left, right, and corner, about half a person tall. The crowd around is a little sparse, maybe it's the so-called toilet, right?

“How often does this bucket get emptied?”

"I don't know, Your Excellency...no one informed us..."

Population density is too high.

Food intake is too little.

Malnutrition.

Vomiting occurred repeatedly, the air in the cabin was extremely dirty, and the toilet bowl could not be emptied on time.

As for medicine, looking at them like this, they probably won’t have any.

All the same, they are all breeding grounds for the spread of plague.

Grete's brows frowned more and more. He made a quick inspection, turned around and left:

"Serila, let's go back!"

Short-distance transportation, in this case, people will not die; it is necessary to cross the rough sea and transport people to the New World...

This is definitely not possible!

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After discussing with book friend x-on:Red Comet Mars, I accepted some of his opinions and changed the 10 gold coins and 100 acres of land in the previous chapter to 150 acres.

Then we started arguing about what the normal mortality rate was for transporting poor people from Britain to the New World... and looked up the mortality rate of the black slave trade as a reference, but unfortunately we couldn't find it...