Chapter 688: Another Attempt to Kill Garrett…? Something Terrible Has Happened!
Garrett proposed the idea of popularizing a certain technology, and Viscount Gard agreed with a smile, though his heart was uneasy.
Anomalies are bound to be suspicious!
No spellcaster, having been stepped on, would still smile and want to help the person who hurt them!
No matter how gentle the words or noble the goal may sound, it is certainly going to cost the army something! If not, he would swallow the Thorn Flower Medal, chewing it dry without even sprinkling pepper or salt!
As he was worrying secretly, someone beside him suddenly erupted. Miss Silver Dragon raised her eyebrows, and the silver-blue pendant on her forehead glimmered, ready to burst into flames:
"Garrett, you can’t keep doing this! People have already reached your doorstep, and you’re still thinking of helping them. Isn’t this just encouraging them to come back and hit you again?—In my opinion, just one fireball should flatten them directly!"
"Hey, hey," Garrett raised his hand with a smile, pressing it down gently to calm Cirilla. Miss Silver Dragon turned her head away, muttering and stamping her foot hard on the ground:
Boom!
Viscount Gard felt the earth tremble, his legs going weak. He looked at Cirilla in shock, then quickly turned away to avoid her notice:
How powerful is this silver-haired elven lady? The imposing aura she just released was overwhelming even for him, an 11th-level Grand Knight!He was terrified, shifting his gaze again. Naturally, he didn’t see Cirilla perk up her ears, subtly turning towards Garrett. Garrett pretended not to notice, smiling at Viscount Gard:
"Here’s the thing, a few days ago I visited the navy and spoke with a bishop from the War God’s temple. I found that the techniques of blood testing and blood transfusion have not been widely adopted among the military healers. This is very detrimental to the army’s rapid recovery..."
Viscount Gard’s expression turned serious.
He had indeed heard about blood testing and transfusion techniques. Before the joint fleet set sail, the healers from the War God’s temple had trained them several times. It was said to be quite effective, allowing severely injured and heavily bleeding knights to quickly recover and return to the battlefield.
But could this Nordmark mage really handle this matter?
Then he saw Garrett smiling as he pulled out a journal, handing it to him. On the cover of the journal, under the related articles, the author’s name was prominently written: Garrett Nordmark...
"......"
"......"
"......"
Indeed, the navy had mentioned that Nordmark had developed blood testing and transfusion spells for them...
"A month before the Nevis Fleet set sail, they asked me to train them." Garrett continued with a smile:
"I found that their grasp of transfusion techniques was very poor—whether it was drawing blood, extracting blood, or transfusing blood, there were many issues. That time, I trained them for almost a month, practicing extensively on the navy lads."
...Understood, you want to turn these army lads into pin cushions too, right?
Personal revenge and practice, perhaps?
Viscount Gard thought about it, realizing it was actually a good idea. At the very least, having the priests of the War God and other healers familiar with transfusion operations would benefit everyone. As for the lads being pricked dozens of times?
Well, they shouldn’t have stormed the hospital in the first place!
That’s a place for healers! A place that can save their lives and the lives of their future wives and children!
Serves them right!
"There’s no problem at all!" he said, full of energy. The compensation conditions demanded by Nordmark, whether it was the noble cause or the concern, were all perfectly justifiable. As for the lads who would scream in pain—
Who told them to make a mistake!
"By the way, I haven’t finished." Garrett continued smiling. He casually pointed towards the maternity building, drawing a long arc with his finger along the maternity building, the small white building, and the Rose Building:
"Ask the priests from the War God’s temple to come over and train their skills. When they encounter postpartum hemorrhage, let them transfuse blood to the mothers. —Don’t worry, I’ll control the amount, not exceeding 400 milliliters per person every six months."
"!!!"
Viscount Gard’s eyes immediately widened. Mr. Mage, you’re planning to turn the army into a free blood bank!
This is too…too…
Before he could decide whether to agree or refuse, Garrett added calmly:
"Medical procedures always carry risks. Even with a cesarean section, we cannot guarantee there won’t be heavy bleeding. Accumulating some experience with transfusion reactions now will help us better handle unexpected situations when treating the Queen."
Viscount Gard immediately shut his mouth. Beside him, Cirilla turned her head away from them, her ears twitching left and right, quietly curling her lips into a smile.
Garrett, this guy, is as ruthless as ever!
The compensation issue was thus settled. Besides putting pressure on several major newspapers to clean up Garrett’s reputation and shutting down a batch of smaller newspapers, the military also had to provide a team of army officers to patrol the maternity hospital… and incidentally serve as blood donation tools and mobile blood banks.
As for whether these people would retaliate after being drawn blood and how the military would investigate and clean up the masterminds behind it, Garrett didn’t care...
Don’t come to me with dirty work!
Meanwhile, darker things were happening where Garrett couldn’t see. The operatives of the Radiant Church had indeed prepared to detonate a fireball device and assassinate him amidst the chaos. However, before they could act, they saw the navy and the army fighting each other...
The situation had changed, so they quickly retreated!
He turned and left, sneaking through alleys, breaking through houses, climbing windows, retreating several miles, changing his outfit, and taking a carriage back to the manor. The next day, when he went to investigate again, he saw a team of guards patrolling outside the hospital and another team standing guard in various places inside the hospital…
"So what do we do now?"
"The defenses of that hospital have been strengthened again, making assassination even more difficult!"
"Should we cause some big trouble?"
"Not right now…look, The Messenger, Current Affairs News, Daily News, these major newspapers are all speaking well of the hospital…"
"I heard that several small newspapers have been smashed. That female reporter from Banana Daily was beaten terribly!"
"Let’s wait a little longer, maybe something big will happen soon that will distract everyone."
And something big did happen quickly. Half a month later, with flags fluttering and masts like a forest, a long line of ships sailed into the military port on the edge of the capital. The scorch marks, broken wood, and axe marks on the ships spoke of the battles they had endured.
Atop each mast, the flag of the Kent Kingdom proudly fluttered. Among the fleet were several ships of distinctly different designs, with a row of drooping flags along their sides, looking all too familiar…
"Victory! Victory!"
After the horn blew, the flagship’s messenger shouted excitedly:
"We have defeated the Radiant Church’s Golden Fleet!!!"
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