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

Gretel took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

On this kind of mountain, if you want to grow something, you can only rely on terraced fields.However, such a vast, layered, terraced field that flattened the entire mountain...

If it is a modern society, there are enough agricultural machinery;

Or, even in a feudal society, there were enough cattle, plows, sickles and hoes...

Terraced fields of this scale will be opened as soon as they are opened.However, as far as I saw yesterday, most of the spear tips of the soldiers who came to greet them were stones.

Don't have metal for spear points and want metal for fences?Relying solely on wooden sticks, stone axes and stone shovels, how did these people develop such a vast terraced field...

Gretel sighed silently, and slowly approached the old priest, even forgetting to ride a phantom horse to be lazy.Walking in the withered and yellow terraced fields that have been harvested, listening to the old priest pointing:
"This is a corn field...the production of corn is actually not large, but a large amount of corn must be used to brew the wine used for sacrifices..."

Oh.You can’t even eat enough, and you have to spend a lot of food to make wine. You deserve the famine.In the year of no summer, the kingdom issued a ban on alcohol.

"This is a bean field...we grow beans this year, and potatoes next year, in rotation..."

Beans are fertile, and potatoes are good for consuming fertility.And he remembered reading in his previous life that eating only corn and potatoes would cause a lack of certain amino acids, causing people to suffer from pellagra, and beans just made up for this nutrient...

The balance of nature is so mysterious.

Gretel nodded, leaning on an oak stick, walking across the field with one foot high and the other low.The oak stick quietly sprouted short roots, inserted into the field, pulled out quickly, inserted again, and pulled out again...

The invisible magical power quietly spread out.Focusing on the drop point of the oak stick, it goes deep into the soil and kills the pathogenic bacteria of potato disease in a targeted manner.

Gretel saw it under the microscope yesterday. This fungus spreads by spores.And the vitality of the spores can be quite tenacious. If it can be said that it can hide in the soil for several winters, Gretel is not surprised at all.

——The spores of Bacillus anthracis can still lie dormant for decades!

The old priest watched Gretel walk over step by step, a light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, but he remained calm.He accompanied Gretel through the field, and seeing that the companions were following dozens of steps away, he said slowly:
"Dear Lin Xing, your spell...doesn't seem to have anything visible?"

"Oh, of course." Gretel unfolded his mental power, controlled the range of the spell release, and made sure that the killing effect penetrated more than half a meter underground, and said:
"It's just to kill some fungi. What do you need such a strong light and shadow? Or, if you need it, I can brighten the light so that everyone can see that the potato disease has been cured?"

Light and shadow, visual effects, this is also a very important part in spreading beliefs.Some people don't believe in healing if they don't see all kinds of light and shadow.

In Gretel's previous life, where there was no supernatural power, there were still a lot of magic wands trying their best to create a bunch of special effects.As for this world, the visual effects of divine arts are even more varied. …

Although Grete himself wished to save every bit of strength and use it all for the actual therapeutic effect.However, if the other party has a need, it is not impossible to satisfy it.

"Ah... no, no need." The old priest narrowed his eyes and smiled, deep wrinkles gathered on his face:
"You can just walk around like this. Let's be quiet, don't make any noise, don't let anyone find out... Let them think that you just walked around here..."

Huh?
Old man, you are insidious!
Gretel looked at the old priest with admiration.Although the previous exchanges had allowed him to see the flexible bottom line of the old priest's belief, this wave of speech still surprised him a bit.Don't make any noise, don't let people find out?
So I'm doing a white job?

Although I don't care about being a white worker... But, at least you give me an explanation!

"Shh..."

The old priest put up a finger, pressed it to his lips, and took a long breath.It seems that this "silence" gesture is common all over the world—he blinked at Gretel again, and said with a low laugh:
"The kingdom has a decree that it is not allowed to receive treatment from foreign priests. Otherwise, the foreign priests, the people receiving treatment, and even the family members of the patients will all die. The priests of this tribe must also be whipped."

so cruel? !

Gretel was startled.He looked up and down, looked at the old priest, and then turned to look at the terraced fields:

People are not allowed to rule, what about the land?The terraced fields here, as well as the potatoes left for seed, have been cured by me. Will all the potatoes be burned, all the fields will be burned, and even dug out and thrown at the bottom of the cliff?

We can just walk away. It is expected that the kingdom will not come to trouble a half-step legend for no reason, how about you?Stay here and receive whipping? !

"Ah, it's more troublesome to manage people. It shouldn't matter if you manage potatoes and fields." As if he could read shock and concern from his face, the old man smiled at Gretel and shook his head:
"It's just that I'm afraid that children will talk nonsense. If you can save a little trouble, it will be less troublesome. Honorable Lin Xing, your spells have almost no light and sound. This is great, please continue!"

Therefore, the old priest asked him to help treat the diseased land at the risk of being whipped.Gretel's perception of the old man became better again, leaning on the oak stick, he walked forward step by step.After walking through two potato fields, he suddenly asked:
"Isn't this decree too unreasonable? - In case someone is dying of illness, they are not allowed to receive treatment from foreign priests. Do you want others to watch their family members die?"

"Ah, this decree is not aimed at people like you." The old priest sighed long.He walked beside Gretel step by step, looking northwest:
"Honorable Lin Xing, although you have always lived in the big forest, many tribes have legends about you. We know that people like you are friends and come here with good intentions. But—"

Holding his cane, he stood upright tremblingly, pointing to the direction of the sunlight:
"There, those robbers who deceived our king and slew our countrymen - our king and our priests fell by their swords in great numbers, and their magnificent palaces were torn down, and their solemn temples were destroyed. They trample..."...

Gretel's face suddenly became serious.He knew about this, and it was the fault of the Glorious Holy See.In the early years, many years ago, the Holy See of Glory occupied the Storm Islands and the southern half of the New World.

In their occupied territory, there should be silver mines and gold mines, which can produce precious metals stably, so that they need to be transported back to the mainland every year; and in the past few years, they obviously laid a new territory...

When the Parliament attacked the Treasure Fleet, those gold plates, gold bowls, golden crowns, and golden rods that were unloaded from the Treasure Fleet, if they hadn't conquered a kingdom, Gretel would never believe it.

"Those robbers act in the same way every time." The old priest said angrily:

"Although our place is remote, I have heard of their tricks. Every time, the priests are sent first, pretending to be here to help people, to heal people. Heal your illness and solve your problems , to send you all kinds of good things..."

Gretel nodded gravely.It is true that some missionaries came to help the local natives with pious beliefs and guided them to convert to the Lord of Radiance.Stepping into the wild, living in the miasma, nine deaths without regret.

For example, the pastor Martin whom I met on the Hermon Peninsula was so simple, sincere and benevolent that even if he was in a hostile force, he couldn't help but recognize the brilliance of the other party's personality.

However, more missionaries harbor evil intentions.Better, explore the local terrain, climate, hydrology and production, and come back to guide the army after returning;

It's almost like that... Who is that?Anyway, like a certain priest who was hung up by him, he colluded with the local evil gods, and a blanket with smallpox killed an unknown number of lives.

Such missionaries, such pastors, the local indigenous kingdom beat each other, and even strictly prohibited the citizens from receiving their treatment. In fact, Gretel... can understand.

"They captured the capital, and they killed the king. The youngest son of the king, with the nobles and priests who survived, fled to the south, where they could not catch up. However, the entire kingdom was severely damaged..."

Having said that, the old priest let out a long sigh.He restrained his angry expression, put his left hand on his chest, and bowed his head deeply to Gretel:
"Honorable Lin Xing, I'm very sorry. I can't publicize your achievements in the tribe. I can only attribute it to our gods. In fact, the gods who protect us have suffered very serious injuries. At this time, every sound of piety Your prayers are useful to the gods."

"Our sun god, our wind god, our corn god, our potato god..."

He looked up to the sky.Following his line of sight, Gretel raised his head and saw a condor spreading its wings and hovering over a high mountain:

"And our Condor. When the dawn came, the Condor rushed out of the horizon with our Sun God on his back. Now, every bit of power is very precious to them, and there is really no way to give it to you."

Gretel let out a long sigh.Subconsciously, Della Van Losia's cold voice sounded in his ears:
"about to die."

The sun god is dying?

The main god of their kingdom is dying?
Also, the kingdom is under attack, how can the gods who protect it not fight hard?And if they want to occupy a kingdom, the Glorious Holy See will definitely send troops, maybe there will be legendary masters in the expeditionary army...

In that earth-shattering battle, it was not uncommon for several gods to be slashed.

"I see. Thank you for letting me know. I will try not to do anything." He nodded seriously.After thinking about it, I still held back the next sentence:

Is there anything I can do to help?
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