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Chapter 1005 Snake God, sell you divine power, what price do you offer? (Monthly ticket plus 2)

There was a moment of silence in the temple.

Tratoani looked at Gretel carefully, from head to foot, and from foot to head.Gretel raised his face, let him watch without flinching, and murmured in his heart:
"The vaccine is not so fast... But the method of verification and transmission is very fast... Several possibilities are verified at the same time, and it will probably come out in ten days and a half months..."

Gretel will never forget the example of yellow fever that the teacher gave when he was studying "Epidemiology" in his previous life:
"In 1802, Stubbins Firth, a doctoral student at the University of Pennsylvania, applied the vomit of a yellow fever patient to his own wound, dripped it into his eyes, inhaled the gas evaporated from the vomit, and swallowed the dried compressed product of the vomit , directly swallowed the diluted vomit..."

There was an uproar of "yue—" in the classroom.The teacher continued to speak without changing his face:

"He was safe every time. After that, he did the same thing again, inhaling the patient's blood, saliva, sweat and urine into himself, and he was still safe. From this, he was sure that yellow fever could not pass from person to person. spread."

There was chatter in the classroom, and the students shook their heads, not only admiring the perseverance of this senior, but also sympathizing with him for suffering so much for nothing.The teacher went on to say:

"In 1900, in order to prove that yellow fever is transmitted by mosquitoes, American military doctor Lazier allowed himself to be bitten by a mosquito that had bitten a patient with yellow fever. He was infected, thus successfully proving that—"

The voice in the classroom was a little louder, and the students whispered to each other, and there was no shortage of sayings such as "then you will be famous next time".Immediately afterwards, the teacher's voice poured cold water on them:
"he died."

"..."

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the classroom.All the students lost their smiles on their faces, lowered their heads, and paid tribute to the brave walker.

For yellow fever, until the year when Gretel crossed over, there was no special medicine for symptomatic treatment, only supportive treatment to prevent complications, treating headaches and feet. In 1900, being infected basically had to bet on one's life.

Of course, not now. [Remove disease] plus [healing technique], two-pronged approach, life can always be brought back.So Gretel acted in a hurry, and agreed to use prisoners of war for experiments——

Anyway, the first is that you can’t die, and the healing technique can pull it; the second is that it can’t spread, all magicians have magic tools to repel mosquitoes and flies. In addition, each room has a targeted mosquito repellent magic array ...

Just thinking of this, a black mist suddenly appeared around the statue of the snake god.The black mist swirled, condensed, and fixed, coating the pure black scales of the snake god statue with a layer of shining brilliance.

Then, the idol's eyes lit up, the snake's kiss opened, and it hissed.A vaguely visible and extremely clear wave swept across the hall and directly passed into Gretel's heart:

"Lord of the plague, are you trying to occupy my divine power?"

Where does this start?

Gretel was stunned for a moment, his thoughts raced, and he checked all kinds of things he had done recently.After thinking about it, I shook my head firmly:
"What do I need your divine power for?"

"Only my divine power can protect the soldiers from the plague!" The snake god became agitated in an instant, the black mist churned and hissed:
"If you want to eliminate the plague, what else can you do besides using my power? - Tell you, it's impossible!"

Gretel: "..."

Should I say that fortunately I am the priest of the God of Nature... My healing technique may come from nature, or it may come from other things, anyway, it has nothing to do with you!
Otherwise, I would still be stuck as a first-level priest right now, counting on such a naughty god like you!

Forget it, you can't ask too much of the indigenous gods.At least they are not automatic answering machines with condensed beliefs, but living ones that fall on the ground and can speak by themselves——

If the negotiations are not going well, you can still ask the senior brother to take action, arrest it and beat it up.From this point of view, don't be too picky.

Gretel silently comforted himself, trying to smile at the snake god:

"I shouldn't need your divine power to defend against the plague—at least, the way of defense is different. But just to be on the safe side, can you please tell me how you protect your soldiers from the plague?"

"Where my divine power goes, all disasters will of course be avoided!"

The snake god replied without hesitation.Gretel pouted:

"Come on, everything is pushed to the divine power, so we can't talk about it now. — Even if it is divine power, there must be a way of working, right?"

The snake god seemed enraged, hissing, hissing, writhing.Suddenly, Archmage Bairbo coughed lightly:
"If you say that, we won't be able to talk. Otherwise, you call a fighter in—preferably a low-level one—cover him with divine power, and let us see how it works?"

This passage was spoken calmly, lightly and slowly, with a slight smile on his face as he spoke.The black mist suddenly stopped churning, shrank back slightly, paused for a while, and then swept across the hall quickly.

"……cough."

As if he had received some order, Tratoani coughed lightly, stood up and raised his hand.

Soon, one of the Black Eagle warriors standing guard on the steps outside the door walked in quickly, saluted the statue first, and then saluted Tratorani and the two guests respectively.

Then, putting down the weapon, stood carefully in front of Gretel.

A wisp of black mist immediately covered it.Very light, very light, barely noticeable if you don't pay attention.Gretel's eyes widened all of a sudden, staring at the soldier closely, and quickly switched detection magic:
"The energy intensity is not very high. About to touch the second ring...the kind that is stronger in the second ring...infrared vision...brother, his body temperature has dropped!"

"I saw it!" Master Bairbo replied lightly.Gretel muttered under his breath:

"Snake god, snakes are temperature-changing animals, and their body temperature is always cooler. It is possible to make him look cooler... the wind... there is no wind around him... the smell..."

He muttered, jumped up and down, studied for a while, and circled the Black Hawk warrior three or five times.

It wasn't until the black mist shrank and rose, rose and shrunk, and became a little impatient, that he came to a conclusion with confidence:
"The blessing of the snake god is to simulate the blessed object as a snake in terms of body temperature, smell, fluctuations, etc. Let the poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies in the jungle ignore his existence, so they don't come to bite him, right? "

The black mist fell silent, adhering to the statue without a sound.Gretel looked up at the statue of the snake god, and spread his hands at it:

"So I said, my way of thinking is definitely different. My idea is to use magic to disperse poisonous insects and flies - if we can determine what kind of thing is spreading, we can lower the cost to a level close to that of zero-ring magic. the point;"

He glanced at Archmage Bairbo inquiringly, and his brother nodded to him, meaning "no problem, we can do it." Gretel cheered up and continued:

"The second way of thinking is to find insect repellent medicine in the jungle, make it into a potion and apply it on the body. Of course, this needs to be fully communicated with the natives in the jungle, or use the power of the natural priest..."

Archmage Bairbo: "..."

What tone is this?
Why does it sound like you want to get a natural priest from the mainland?

Little Gretel, have you forgotten that you yourself are a level 10 nature priest?

Even if you are lazy and don’t want to go into the jungle, someone has dug up those trees and grass, and if you ask them, you should know which one can repel mosquitoes!
Forget it, teach me a lesson, or beat up my junior, don't do it in front of outsiders.Master Bairbo watched his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth. He heard Gretel continue to state:

"There is another method, which is the one I'm putting the most energy into now—that is to make people resistant to this disease. Just like I made them resistant to smallpox before, bite and bite. After biting, you won't get sick!"

The black mist billowed again.It first protruded a whip-like mist, and lashed at the Black Eagle warrior.

When the Black Eagle warrior left quickly, the black mist simply broke away from the statue, coiled up in the air for a while, stood upright for a while, and the end was extremely swollen for a while, hissing loudly:

"That's not trying to divide my power! It's not trying to rob me of my divine power! Once you get that smallpox magic medicine, many people will not believe me! My power, my power! If they all expect me, fear I, beg me, how could I...how could I..."

Gretel lowered his eyes silently.How sad, he thought, the power of the gods, that's what it is—

No matter how powerful a god is, no matter how incomparable a god is, when no one in this land believes in him, no one worships him, no one fears him, and no one even calls his name...

The so-called gods can only be like mortals, dust to dust, dust to dust.Even, because he is stronger than ordinary people, he needs to endure a longer period of fear and pain before dying...

"All right!"

He was wandering in the sky, sighing silently, but the Archmage Baierbo interrupted impatiently.The archmage stared at the black mist in the center of the temple, and there was a slight burning in his eyes:
"Isn't it just a bit of divine power? Isn't it just the fear and worship of the people? In this way, when Little Gretel makes something, he will teach you how to do it, or give it to you directly, and you will distribute it in the name of God's blessing. Is this okay?!"

Gretel doesn't want these powers of faith!

For him, every power of faith, every chanting of "Lord of the Plague" is highly poisonous, and it is an obstacle on his way to advancement!It would be the best if it could be thrown out and someone unlucky would take over the blame!
"That's great!"

The black mist condensed for a moment, subconsciously coiled into a snake formation, and lowered its head.Archmage Belbo leaned back comfortably:
"Of course, these things are not given for free. Hey, I said snake god, what are you willing to give in exchange?"

"That has to wait for him to make it first!"

The black mist suddenly rose vertically.Archmage Bairbo nodded calmly:
"Of course, we must wait for him to make it. What will happen after it is made? What do you plan to exchange for something that can protect one person, one hundred people, one thousand people from being harmed by the plague?"

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