Chapter 949: Tuqiongdajian, Give Lin En Back to Me!

The people standing in front of Grete were in one row, eight in the front, and nine in the back. Tall, short, some thin...not fat.

All of them were disgraced and covered in mud. It seems that these people have suffered a lot after traveling from the Eagle Country.

But that's not what Gretel cares about. He looked at them one by one carefully, making sure that there was no Brother Lin En, nor was there any image of Brother Lin En... that might be deformed.

There is no problem with the origin. People who came from the Old World look very different from the natives of the New World. You can tell at a glance. Gretel sighed in disappointment and looked at the silver dragon girl:

"Serila, please do me a favor. Register them one by one, including their name, age, past occupation, whether they are literate, whether they can write, and whether they have other skills... Check it all out, and I will arrange jobs for them. "

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Cerela's sympathy has long been overflowing. She flicked her fingers, and white light loomed on her fingertips. She wished she could treat these poor people. It was so miserable. There were bloody wounds everywhere on the face, hands, and legs, and several people had suppuration...

Grete watched her go away with a smile. With a flick of his fingers, an ethereal line connected directly from his body to Valensimo's body. In the spiritual connection, Gretel whispered:

"They didn't bring Lynn.—Come here and negotiate with me."

"No problem, boss."

Grete breathed a sigh of relief. Logically speaking, these newly arrived assistants should be left to Valencimo to arrange: Serela has a high level and strong healing power, so she should work with him in the laboratory;

The bard has strong communication skills. He can handle things like where a group of seventeen people will eat, where they will live, where they will bathe, who to ask for a change of clothes, and so on. Gretel just wants to make friends and doesn't have to worry about it at all.

But now, negotiation ability is what Grete needs most. Although he had rich experience in talking to patients' families in his previous life, after traveling through many years, he had degenerated to the point of being a bit socially anxious: In other words, his essence was actually a bit socially anxious.

Which medical student's dream when starting out is to explain the situation to the patient and the patient's family, rack their brains, and fight wits and courage, just to get the patient to cooperate well with the treatment, and by the way, pay well and avoid medical trouble?

After having a round of talks with the priestesses, Gretel had already exhausted all his might to get more than a dozen assistants from them. If he wants to fight again and get Linn out, he has decided that he is beyond his capabilities and needs to call for off-field assistance.

Of course, he still had to do the first round of negotiations by himself. With a smile on his face, Gretel first thanked the Titlan priest and the two Golden Eagle warriors for their hard work, and then took out ten small boxes, each box filled with 50 test tubes:

"This is the latest achievement. It's not much. It's only enough for 500 people. There are really too few people who can do the work."

Priest Titlan's eyes brightened and then dimmed immediately. She stared at the smooth and shiny boxes in the shape of a pyramid and lost her voice:

"Only 500 people? It's been almost a month, why are there only so few..."

What is this little enough for?

In addition to the twelve golden eagles and the seven female snakes, all the white eagle warriors, black eagle warriors, mid-level and low-level priestesses, all come together, 200 is far from enough!

Not to mention, there are the families of the warriors and priests, the slaves at home, and the maids. And those low-level warriors, farmers, craftsmen...

At least 200,000 pieces, no less!

"Then... these assistants are here now," she asked in a low voice with a glimmer of hope:

"Can you make more? I can stay here for a longer period of time, for example, for 5 more days, and give me another 10,000. Can you do that?"

Gretel shook his head with a heavy expression. Behind him, Mr. Valensimo sighed and explained for his boss:

"These people are only low-level professionals of the second and third levels at most. They are neither necromancers nor healers. I don't know how many of them can write or calculate. In addition to moving things and recording numbers, they can also help the boss. How busy is it?”

"Do you need treatment and the direction of the undead?" Before setting off, Priest Titlan had already studied this issue with the female snakes and made a plan. At this moment, his face was full of worry, and he asked eagerly:

"We female snakes are spiritual beings who rely on the power of the snake god to walk between life and death. Lord Son of God, if you need the power of death and healing, maybe I can help?"

Gretel was helpless and stood up to take her out. For his research needs, the Kestrel Tribe's gathering place gave him a place as a research laboratory. The cell chamber is above the mound, the cattle shed...

At the other end of the square under the 4-story mound, behind a bull-shaped mound, a row of sheds was built, and the braying of cows came one after another. Opening the door curtain, each bison has been shaved of its long hair.

Gretel casually approached a bison, summoned the illumination spell, and took a closer look. There are a series of large and small blisters on the back, ribs, and abdomen of the bison. He nodded with satisfaction:

"These are the blisters, they look good. - Madam, you see, by inserting the contents of these blisters into the human body, one can be protected from smallpox. But there are too few of them. Could you do me a favor and let them How long does this blister take to spread all over the bison’s body?”

The priestess stepped forward lightly, took a look, and then whispered a prayer. After praying a few words, he raised his hand and a faint black light came out, wiping across the back of the bison. The black light was everywhere, and the blisters spread, spread, and kept spreading...

"Moo——"

The buffalo's hooves gave way and fell down.

Before Grete could finish shouting "wait", he could only stop sadly, facing the fact that the bison had fallen. He quickly stepped forward, leaned over to check, and saw that the bison's body was covered in ulcers, its skin was yellow and white, and pink foam was spraying from its nose...

"I...I mean, just let the blisters grow longer, don't trigger other plagues..."

Titland smiled sheepishly, selected the second cow, prayed again, and wiped out the black light again. At the same time, Mr. Valensimo grabbed a Golden Eagle warrior outside, took out two bottles of wine, blew one bottle himself, and asked in a low voice:

"Is there no one else? Is this all what I sent this time?"

"certainly!"

The Golden Eagle warrior was not one of the two who came last time, and he did not recognize Valensimo. However, the feeling of being a high-level warrior prevented him from keeping a cold face. And, after the other party finished drinking a bottle, he accepted the gift:

He uncorked the bottle and shot a golden light into it. Seeing that there was no reaction inside, he took a big sip:

"ha!"

He exhaled forcefully and made an appreciative gesture to Valencimo. Then he whispered:

"How could it not be all of them? In order to make up the number of people, we went up and down, even scraping the white ghost prisoners! We actually found a few who were said to have been captured by them after the boat drifted over there..."

Valensimo patiently listened to his rants, nodding and smiling from time to time, and handed over a bottle of wine. Well, thanks to the generosity of the boss, this [Charming Humanity] ring cannot be obtained for 1,000 gold coins!

The Golden Eagle Warrior gurgled, gurgled, and drank several bottles in a row. Valensimo waited until his face started to turn red, then quickly glanced into the shed:

"Then you have worked really hard. - By the way, have you looked for the female snakes as well? It is said that they are in charge of internal affairs and sacrifices. Will they hide a few outsiders and prepare them as sacrifices?"

"How is that possible?" The Golden Eagle Warrior shrugged and spread his hands:

"There are so many white ghosts, let alone next year's human sacrifices, even the year after that will be enough! This is not why we want to hide people... Speaking of which, among us, who wouldn't hide a few beautiful female slaves? When we have something serious to do, When the time comes, you must hand it over!”

There is a door! Mr. Valencimo's eyes lit up. He took out a bottle of particularly strong distilled liquor, put it into the hands of the Golden Eagle Warrior, and secretly activated a scroll:

"Then have you ever heard of... someone hiding a necromancer? That kind of person who wears a black robe, is thin, and hates being exposed to the sun? Or, did you catch such a person last year?"

"...It really does." Under the dual effects of magic and strong alcohol, the Golden Eagle Warrior had obviously opened his heart and said everything he knew. He reached out and asked Mr. Valensimo for another bottle of wine. With a strong finger, he opened the neck of the bottle and drank it with a tilt of his head:

"During the big festival last year, I was out on patrol, and I heard that there really was such a one. He was well hidden, but was revealed by the divine light, but he was not hacked to death. Nor was he dragged out to be used as a human sacrifice - this year's big festival has not yet arrived. ——Maybe it’s just hidden, right?”

In the spiritual connection, Gretel could hear every word clearly. When the Titlan priestess's fifth bull attempt failed, he stopped the opponent's arm and said sternly:

"I need an assistant - a level 9 magician belonging to our kingdom, the Magic Council, Necromancer Linn. Having such a Necromancer is more important than dozens of other assistants -"

"If you want me to complete vaccine production, give him to me immediately!"

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