Chapter 945 Hand over All Outsiders to the Son of Thunder God, Except (the Strong Sea Monster Will Be Rewarded with Ten Thousand Rewards)
Chapter 945: Hand over all outsiders to the Son of Thunder God, except... (The strong sea monster will be rewarded with ten thousand rewards)
Gretel's wishful thinking was like a ping-pong:
Under the pretext that manpower is needed to produce vaccines, all people from the Kingdom of Kent in the Eagle Kingdom must come out. If that doesn't work, we have to get all the magicians out.
Well, in this case, wouldn’t Brother Lin En escape successfully?
There is no need to hit the door head-on. If they really fight, the other party will use Brother Lin En as a hostage, but their hands are tied...
Unfortunately, it backfired. Strictly speaking, it's not that things go against your wishes, but it hits the cotton with a punch:
The priestess did not notice his statement, but looked at his space bag eagerly. To be precise, I looked at the direction in which those papers disappeared, with a sad face...
"Hey, she seems to really believe that if these papers are posted on the plague girl, she can kill her!"
In the spiritual connection, Cerela said with a smile. Grete’s head is full of black lines:
"Don't make trouble!"
What did she think this paper was? Is it the talisman drawn by Master Zhang, or the talisman revealed by Tathagata Buddha?
That shiny golden post with the six characters "OM, MA, NI, BA, MI, HUNG" written on it will cause the whole mountain to take root and crack. Can it suppress the Great Sage Qitian underneath?
Look at my head, does it look like it's smooth without a single hair, or does it look like it's full of lumps, all filled with sarcoma?
"Sir Son of God, can you please put these...these..." The priestess stared closely at the place where the paper disappeared, made a gesture, and organized the words with difficulty:
"Bring us a copy? Although I can't understand it, there are older wise men in the city of mountains, as well as omnipotent eagle gods and snake gods..."
Grete thought about it and realized that it was not impossible. Just like working on a project with others, you must always give a copy of the project plan and related materials no matter what.
Besides, there is no need to give the original copy. Isn’t this the art of copying?
The only problem is...it seems that he didn't bring enough paper... He stretched out his hand forward and spread his palms flatly upward:
"Bring it here."
"What?"
"Paper! Otherwise? What do you use to copy text and record important news?"
The priestess opened and closed her lips, as if she didn't know what to say, and made a few gestures feebly. On the right, the great witch priest of the Kestrel tribe leaned back slightly and whispered a few instructions.
His disciple ran out in a hurry, and after a while, he came in holding a large piece of stuff.
"Dear Son of God, this is..."
Gretel no longer had the energy to complain about the title "Lord Son of God". His eyes drooped, looking down at the items held in front of him by the young wizard priest's hands.
At first glance, it looks like a brick, but when you look closely, it is still a brick, a brick with a pattern... The pattern is quite regular...
"Clay tablets?"
he asked hopelessly. The priestess nodded first, then shook her head:
"It's different from what we use... They burned it, but what we use is dried in the sun..."
Grete's vision went dark.
He really didn't mean to discriminate against clay tablets.
After all, in human history, clay tablets were used in Mesopotamia, Crete, Mycenae and other places in Greece, including the Aztec civilization, Mayan civilization, or Inca civilization in South America.
The problem is, the shortest of his papers are five to six thousand words, and the longer ones are tens of thousands of words. Do you want to copy them all on clay tablets?
Not to mention whether there are enough clay tablets, even if there are, how are you going to take them back!
Tow it with a truck?
While he was cursing, there was already a crisp sound of "pop" inside the temple. The great witch priest of the Kestrel tribe raised his arm and slapped his young apprentice on the back of the head:
"What are you doing standing around! Why don't you go prepare the clay tablets!"
"Yes Yes!"
With a crash, a group of young wizard priests swarmed out. While running, he was still shouting:
"Hurry up, hurry up! Call everyone here! Call all the soldiers! Making clay tablets is not an easy job!"
"We need a lot of clay tablets! A lot! What, I don't know how many we need? We can do as many as we can!"
"These are the only wooden frames for making clay tablets? Hurry up and cut them down, idiot! Do you have to wait for me to say this?!"
For a moment, the sound of dredging, pouring water, and the sound of rammed earth chants of "Hang yo Hang yo" rang out outside the temple...
Grete closed her eyes in pain. He forced himself to ignore the noise outside - of course, he also ignored the fact that Miss Silver Dragon was hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha in the spiritual connection, and said sternly:
"I will briefly talk about what I am going to do, how to protect more than 200,000 people from smallpox. - The first method is to copy as many of these powders as possible."
He pointed to the test tube containing the cowpox vaccine in front of the priestess. He casually took out a piece of paper, rolled up the [Endless Ink Pen] on the oak stick and automatically stretched out his pocket, recording:
"In my hometown, these medicinal powders are planted on the bodies of cattle to let them grow as much as possible and produce more of the same kind. However, the types of cattle here are different and their strength levels are also different. Can these medicinal powders grow? , I’m not sure.”
The priestess looked down at the tube of powder, her expression solemn but confused, like a poor student who was struggling to memorize in an advanced mathematics class, hoping to pass the final...
Grete paused for a moment. After giving her a little time to memorize, he continued:
"If it cannot reproduce in cattle, we must use other things as a carrier for the replication of this drug." For example, E. coli, or other bacteria:
"To do this, I need someone to help me prepare the breeding foundation, ensure constant temperature and humidity in the pharmacy, and keep records. I need at least 10 people, all of whom must be literate and able to write, preferably spellcasters."
The rich lips of the priestess, covered with gold powder, opened and closed, closed and opened again, as if she wanted to say something but had no idea where to start. Gretel sighed:
"If these two methods fail, the only option is to take the pathogens directly from the patient and reduce their ferocity. For this, I need a spellcaster with rich experience in growth and reproduction, especially plague, as an assistant. "
Direct reproduction, indirect reproduction, attenuated vaccines. After explaining the two technical routes and three methods in one breath, the beautiful face of the priestess was completely stiff, and even the gold powder in the dark green eye shadow stopped flickering.
As for the two Golden Eagle warriors next to them, their eyes are watching their noses, their noses are watching their mouths, and their mouths are watching their hearts. They are like cos123 idiots there. After all, their mission is to fight, and this kind of work that requires thinking has never anything to do with them...
"They don't seem to understand..."
In the spiritual connection, Cerela said with a smile.
I really don’t understand. These paragraphs seem simple. It is really impossible for people without any knowledge of vaccine manufacturing to understand... So why are you gloating like this?
Are you so happy when you find that they don't understand?
Grete complained silently, and with a wave of his hand, the recording paper floated to the opposite side:
"Take this piece of paper and go back and present it to your gods, wise men, or anyone else. In short, I need assistants, and as many assistants as possible——"
He reached out to recall the floating dish and stuffed it back under his butt so that he could sit more comfortably:
"You have to be literate, you have to be able to write, and it's best to have the ability to cast spells. By the way, don't be the white ghosts who come to attack you and get caught by you. Those people who cause trouble will delay my progress."
"It would be best if there are spellcasters who are good at plague and death."
"Aren't you going to the Eagle Country?"
The priestess's eyes widened in surprise. The thick black eyelashes were slightly raised, and the water in the pupils was slightly rippling, reflecting only Gretel's shadow:
"With your identity and what you want to do, come to our place, and we will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest! If you need someone, you need something! - Bring the assistants you need to cross the territory of the plague girl, Many people will die!"
She is so pitiful and cute, with her whole heart and soul focused on a certain person, that even a strong man will feel soft after seeing her. However, Gretel only had brother Linn who was in danger in her heart, and turned a blind eye to her gesture, with a heart of stone:
"I won't go. There are people here, there are cattle, and most importantly, I can start working right away. If I go with you, if there are any shortcomings, can I turn back?"
The priestess tried to persuade her, but she couldn't do it. She didn't dare to use force, so she could only bid farewell to the Golden Eagle Warriors in dismay. As for the papers, she wanted to take them back, but with the art of copying, it was impossible to leave words on the clay tablets...
Blinded in vain, the young witch priests and their subordinate warriors poured water and mud, and finally produced a dozen clay tablets. Grete was extremely cooperative and took it upon himself to copy on the clay tablets. However, after copying a full clay tablet, less than one-tenth of the paper was completed.
Obviously, copying all the papers and taking them back has exceeded their loading capacity.
The priestess reluctantly left. They bypassed the plague girl's territory, returned all the way, and directly reported the latest harvest. The top management paid great attention to it. The leader of the Golden Eagle Warrior and the leader of the Female Snake immediately took a vaccine each and prayed to the gods respectively:
"This stuff works."
"It does work."
At the southernmost end of Huangquan Avenue, in the solemn and majestic temple hall, Tratoani, the "speaker", the golden eagle warrior and the female snake, sat in their respective positions according to their positions. The two leaders each reported the results, and then Tratoani nodded and concluded his speech:
"If it's useful, then use it. Chihuakotto..."
He turned to the leader of the female snakes, that is, the woman who can be directly called the "female snake" without any modification - "Chihuakoto" originally means "female snake":
"Search for all the outsiders in the city, whether they are caught, traveling or doing business. Gather them all and send them to Titlan."
Chihuakoto responded with a smile. For a time, the city was in a frenzy and people were arrested everywhere. In the prison under the pyramid, the sound of shaking chains and the opening of the prison door continued to be heard.
The female snakes and the lower-level priestesses shuttled in the corridors, constantly giving instructions and asking the jailers to drag people from the prison:
"come out!"
"come out!"
"What to do? - The time has come to serve the Eagle Nation!"
The people who were suddenly able to see the light of day burst into tears of joy, the business was going well, and the people who were suddenly taken away desperately resisted and begged for help. In the midst of the chaos, the priestess Nilda was furious and went straight to the upper level of the pyramid:
"teacher!"
She pushed the door open violently, and before she could salute, she shouted loudly:
"The person I locked up can't be let go!"
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