It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 700 For the safety of the queen, please don't heal them!

"Who are you leading?"

Gretel raised his voice and asked from a distance.As he asked, he flicked his fingers slightly, casting several spells on himself in a row:
Mage armor, shield spell, resistance to energy damage...

At the same time, a space bag and a few pieces of magic equipment fell silently into his pocket.Golden Oak Leaf Medal, comes with protective arrows, triggered once a week;
The elemental endurance pendant given by the protection mage [Barrier of Time and Space] Steiner;
The legend of conjuration [Song of the Deep Sea] The gold bracelet given by Ms. Helena, blessed with three magics: flame burst, arbitrary door, and water wall;

The legendary [Philosopher's Rose] tie pin given by Ms. Almeida can resist mental shock...

Coupled with the [Endless Ink Pen] that is always on the body, it can trigger the [Force Field Wall], resist mind control spells, trigger teleportation spells, basically, arm yourself into a person who can fight, carry, escape, and Uncontrolled spell cans.

In addition to the fact that the combat awareness is still not strong, and they have to rely on automatic triggering protective spells to survive the first wave, their survivability is already impressive.

Such a large group of people, impoverished, with similar symptoms, disappeared during the day, and suddenly appeared at the hospital gate early in the morning...

There must be a problem!
God knows where it came from, God knows if there is someone instigating behind it, God knows if there are guys with ulterior motives hiding among these people!

Although Cerilla and Bernard are by your side, for your own safety, you should wear full protection and be vigilant!

Cerilla glanced at him with a smile, without saying a word, she took a step towards him.Gretel raised his voice again:
"Who is your leader? Where are you from?"

There was a commotion among the refugees in front of him, and someone opened his mouth to answer, but Gretel couldn't understand a word.Is it a dialect, or another language?

"It's Carolingian." Behind him, a priestess from the Spring Temple walked quickly and whispered to Gretel.Seeing Gretel looking at her inquiringly, she smiled confidently:
"In the early years... the communication between the king's capital and the other side was relatively frequent. We also discussed healing techniques with people from the Glorious Holy See. These people speak Carolingian, with a little accent, but it is indeed this kind of language. The language is right."

So... from across the Channel?Under the rule of the glorious Holy See?Driven to him for some reason?

Gretel's heart skipped a beat.He smiled at Priestess:

"Then please ask them where they came from and what they are doing here."

Priestess stepped forward slowly, stood behind Bernard, and raised her voice to ask questions from a distance.Gretel took a [Language Proficiency] for himself and listened quietly:

It turned out that there were three groups of people in this group, and they didn't know each other very well. They were just taken into prison as blood servants.They were supposed to be executed, but they were transported here for some reason, and someone guided them to the entrance of the hospital.

How long have you been in prison?

do not know.

Who shipped it?
do not know.

Who guided it?

still don't know...

Gretel sighed.He turns to Bernard:
"Guide them to walk around the hospital's courtyard wall and go to the back wall. Then ask the logistics to send them some food, and I will take a look when I have time. Don't get stuck here, and they will be discharged and admitted to the hospital in a while. Scared It’s not good for others.”

The savage swung the latch and shouted loudly.Accompanied by the translation by the priestess, the refugees finally got up in twos and threes, supported and pulled each other, and walked towards the back wall.

Gretel kept staring at them, and saw that most of the people were still moving smoothly, but a few had dull eyes, and they needed to be yelled at or pulled by hands to move forward.

In particular, a man with a short stature and sloppy feet turned his head several times and stared at him straightly.

Tupac DeMille is very sorry.He paid a lot of money to paint his face and hands to look like these patients, even the skin under his clothes.I also specially chewed a glass bottle, which made my gums and lips bleed, a piece of hot...

In this way, they mixed into the crowd of refugees, relying on the fact that the three groups didn't know each other very well, so they pretended to have mental problems and squatted inside.I just hope that the Nordmark mage will come out to see them, so that he can seize the opportunity to assassinate them.

Sigh, Your Excellency the Mage, is too cautious and doesn't approach them... It seems that he has to stay among the refugees for a few more days...

Gretel didn't see any abnormality in this person.He was just thinking about and identifying the source of these people's symptoms:
Is it cold and hungry?
Or are there psychopaths in this group, or abnormal intellectual development?
or……

He thought quickly.Priestess has turned around with a serious face:
"Your Excellency, do you want to treat them?"

"You have to take a look, right?" Gretel kept his eyes on the refugees, watching them move slowly, further and further away:
"It's all come to my door. It's not good to bear to drive away like this."

"But aren't these people really vampires? Your Excellency, you are honorable, and you are about to treat the Queen. It is best not to..."

"They are not blood race." Gretel shook his head decisively:

"Cerilla said that they don't have the breath of the blood race. I trust her judgment. Besides, I will hang up the defensive spells. Even if there is something wrong, it won't hurt me."

"It's better not to get close to them." After a while, Joanna also rushed over and took a look around.The natural deity priestess turned back quickly, with a worried look on her face:

"Your Excellency, I think you have noticed that they all have similar symptoms. I suspect it is leprosy—even if it is not leprosy, it is another infectious disease."

She glanced back at the obstetrics building, her brows frowned:
"Your Excellency, this is a hospital. The patients are all the weakest mothers and newborns. We shouldn't keep them nearby."

"It's not leprosy." Gretel responded with certainty.He had thought of this possibility a long time ago, so when he was speaking, he paid special attention to the redness and scales on the faces of the refugees, as well as the sticking out fingers:
"The eyebrows and other hairs have not fallen out, the skin lesions on the face are symmetrically distributed, the skin lesions on the hands are glove-like, and the fingers are not deformed or even missing. These are not consistent with the symptoms of leprosy, definitely not."

Of course, other infectious diseases still need to be prevented.Gretel asked people to come out, and sprayed disinfectant along the road the refugees walked, while he asked people to prepare rubber isolation suits:

"Don't worry, even if it's an infectious disease, if I go to see them in isolation suits and disinfect them according to the regulations, I won't be infected. If they are allowed to run around, something will happen instead. But this matter needs to be reported, and this group of people will come over , I don’t know how many conspiracies are waiting behind!”

The matter of the refugees was soon reported to Lord Graff, who in turn reported to Baroness Wittig.Before eight o'clock in the morning, the baroness hurried over on a fast horse:
"Where are those refugees? Your Excellency, don't worry, someone will come to take them away soon! They will never be left here, for you and for the Queen!"

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