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

Chapter 923 Gretel's Determination and Lynn's News (Wan Reward Plus 6)

"Hold... sorry?"

Gretel pushed the door open, stopped immediately, apologized, and closed the door.Take a few steps back and look up at the signboard at the door of the store:
Mayflower Tavern.

You're right...it's really the center of the town, the Mayflower Tavern.Let’s just say that he doesn’t have the attributes of a road idiot, and besides, it’s impossible for him to remember the name of such a distinctive store...

Gretel settled down, added a bubble spell to himself, and pushed the door open again.Thick white, slightly bluish smoke rushed towards our face immediately.

The scene was about the same as a one-day operation, an operating room where the electric knife was used to stop the bleeding, and the smoke aspirator was broken...Grete could only be grateful that he had practiced the air bubble technique until he knew it well.Such thick second-hand smoke, taking a sip, will shorten your life!
But in the middle of the second-hand smoke, Mr. Balencimo sat with his legs crossed, very comfortably.With a cigarette in his mouth, it is obviously one of the second-hand smoke generators.Gretel understood him, it was better to suck first-hand than second-hand.

The thing that looked a bit like a guitar and a bit like a lute was held in his arms, shaking his body while playing it enthusiastically.A group of men and women surrounded him, dancing an unusually cheerful dance.

The last time Gretel pushed the door, there was a waitress leaning back, leaning on Mr. Balencimo's kicked forward legs, bending herself into an arch bridge...and winking at him when she saw him come in Eyes twice.

Gretel, who had made psychological preparations, finally walked into the tavern smoothly.Seeing him come in, Balensimo didn't stop playing, but just raised his voice between the music:
"Boss, find a place to sit first. The baguettes and shell soup in this tavern are good! The mutton is also very good. If you go further in, there will be no fragrant black-nosed sheep without the smell. !"

Gretel nodded to him, carefully found a place by the window where the air was slightly fresher, and ordered half a pound of bread, a vegetable and a lamb.

As for the shells, no, he didn't want to see food in the water for a while, not for a month!

Soon, Bernard and Cerilla came to meet up one after another, each ordered a lot of food, and ate them all.As for Balencimo's place, even after the performance was over, there was a constant flow of people.

He sat in the warmest place by the fire, smiling and talking to people.Gretel noticed that even if he didn't order food, there were waitresses who came over from time to time to deliver food and drinks.And there are everyone who came to talk to him:

A plump dancer in a bright dress;

The tavern waitress who walked quickly through the crowd with a big wooden tray;

A man in black with a hood on his head, who was reluctant to put it down once he entered the room;
Carrying a big rucksack, the first thing to do when sitting down is to turn the rucksack to the front and hug the traveling businessman tightly;

The young man with brisk steps and quick eyes, smiling at the corner of his mouth anytime and anywhere;
A native warrior with a huge axe...

"This communicative ability is really scary." Gretel shook his head and whispered.Ah, he needs to talk to so many people in one day - it's not that he can't hold on, when he catches up with the emergency department, he has to see more patients a day, but, if it's just to get news...

Ah, it's scary to think about it.With this time, he would rather find a quiet corner and read "Surgery" or "Emergency and Disaster Medicine" again.

Gretel, who is essentially a social fear and has been exacerbated by his medical career, shrinks back, very fortunate to have brought a guide out this time.

——Someone has done the job of dealing with people!
When Bernard finally had his stomach full, he rubbed his belly and sighed contentedly (Grete didn’t know if Cerilla was full, and he didn’t dare to ask), Mr. After drinking a glass of dirty wine, I got up and came to report to work:
"Boss, I have inquired. In the past six months, in the depths of the New World—I mean, from here to the inland, to the mountains 300 miles away, nothing particularly unusual happened. Going further in, there is no news yet .”

"According to what you said, Boss, to find Master Lin En, you have to go over the mountains and go all the way inland. There is a caravan going to the town recently, and the natives of two tribes have finished their business and returned separately."

He poured some wine on the table and sketched a simple topographical map:
"The three teams are in these three directions. Boss, which one should we go with?"

Gretel thought for a while, then wiped it on the table casually.A topographic map much more detailed than that of Balencimo appeared on the desktop, colorful, outlining high and low mountains and rivers.Pointing again, a black line extends straight inward from the port town:
"Can we go by ourselves? Follow Mr. Troka's trajectory and walk there by ourselves?"

"..."

Balencimo stared enviously at the map on the table.Silent apparition, a 1st-level spell, as a bard would.But you have to play and sing, you have to gesture, you have to fully mobilize your mental power...

And only a few fixed phantoms can be summoned.Such as roses, such as colorful birds, such as rabbits.If you want to make a doll, you can. He worked hard and practiced for several years before he succeeded in making one. It can only be used for self-defense in times of crisis.

It's not like this one, just swipe it with your finger, you can get what you want, the roads, mountains and rivers, are clearly visible.

Mage...

Balencimo swallowed a sigh, collected himself, and carefully observed the map.There are still some errors in the map projected by Gretel. At the very least, some places are flat lands instead of forests, some places are cliffs, and some places are not rivers but swamps...

Obviously, according to the types of plants, Grete regarded all the trees as hills, the shrubs as flat ground, and the middle of the reeds as rivers.As for how the news came, I can't think about it, and the more envious and jealous I become when I think about it.

"Boss, if you go in a straight line, there is a swamp here, and you have to go around for a long time..."

"Swamp? I remember that the phantom horse can run directly...I'll ask Appa if he can run....Well, he said he can run there too, so it's fine."

"There is a mountain in this location, it's nothing to climb up, the cliff is very troublesome..."

"It's okay, just fly down."

"What about the mount?"

"The Phantom Horse can be cancelled, Appa can be made smaller, and we can fly with each other."

"There will be high-level monsters in the forest. If you disturb them, it will be very troublesome to travel..."

"How tall is it? Level ten?" Cerilla suddenly leaned over, her silver-blue eyes sparkling, full of interest:

"Still level [-]? I haven't replenished my Warcraft meat inventory for a long time!"

"..."

On how capricious a high-level mage is...

But the world is big, and the boss who pays is the biggest.Valencimo reminded himself secretly, and began to seriously evaluate the feasibility of going straight from the wilderness:
For the few in front of me, although Nordmark mages are level 9 mages, it is best to upgrade them to level 1 to level 2.As for Miss Cirella, uh...

It is different from the team he led before.In the teams he had led before, he himself was the strongest one, and he often had to lead a group of five-level and six-level little guys.

It's really impossible not to find a caravan or an indigenous escort.If something happens, the high-level can live, but the low-level will die directly!

But this small team is level 16, level 9, level 9, and that big deer is level 8.Even his five important elite teams, as long as they don't meet the 17th and 18th-level bosses, they can run straight there!
"In this case, let's revise the plan, boss." Balencimo changed his words graciously:
"Purchase enough food and supplies, and walk directly from the wilderness. Give me a day—it should be said, half a day plus one night, and tomorrow morning, when it dawns, we will set off directly!"

Gretel directly threw out a bag of gold coins.

This afternoon and one night, Balencimo ran around the town, purchasing a lot of messy things.As for bulk commodities, Gretel directly took the list from the guide and went to the Port Mage Tower:
The presiding mage is willing to help a 9th-level mage, 6th-ring arcanist, and promising young strong man to solve some small troubles.

The next morning, when the sun was rising, the four of them bid farewell to the big oak tree outside the town and stepped straight into the wilderness.

Gretel, Cerilla, and Valencimo each had a phantom horse, and their four hooves stepped on the ground like light smoke. In the snow-capped wilderness, there was not even a little snow flakes.

As for Bernard riding Appa, the silver moon deer that grew up in the wilderness has a much better ability to adapt to the snow field than humans.

"That's right, that's the direction!" Mr. Troka lay in Gretel's arms, with a head peeking out from the gap in the fur cloak, staring forward with bright eyes:

"I remember this journey! When I escaped back, I ran into the town from this direction!"

Gretel lowered his head and smoothed the black cat's fur, raised his eyes forward, and looked as far as the eye could see.According to Lynn's description, he had traveled thousands of miles before, crossing mountains, crossing great rivers, and climbing up plateaus—

Although I walked all the way, I often stopped to rest, study, or live in a certain tribe for a month or two, but it took at least half a year on the way.

He and his party rushed over in a straight line, took a straight line, and speeded up. They might be able to arrive in two or three months—but, can Lynn last until they arrive?

The just-rising sun shone on Gretel and his party, and also on a large-scale megalithic building on the distant western plateau.

At this moment, in the underground part of the megalithic building, there is a golden woman walking unhurriedly in the corridor surrounded by the maids.

Down, down, all the way to the fifth floor underground, into the heavily guarded dungeon, she stopped the maids from following.I pressed lightly on the wall, and the stone wall rippled like water, welcoming the woman to enter.

"Master Lynn..."

With a smile on her face, the woman leaned over gently, and sat down next to Lynn:

"Have you made up your mind? Only I can save you, as long as you promise me, you don't have to be a sacrifice~~~~"

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