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

Chapter 552 The agreement has just been reached, and it will collapse soon?

"Thank you for coming... After more than a month of intense negotiations, we have reached a series of friendly agreements..."

Archmage LeBlanc held up a wine glass—it was filled with a small half cup of light golden liquid, and I don’t know if it was champagne—throwing a megaphone to himself, speaking enthusiastically.

At the venue, a small half of the people listened politely, and more than half of them whispered to each other...

Gretel came out of advanced retreat, just in time for the closing ceremony of this diplomatic conference.

He can be regarded as a good start and a good end, and he did not hang his name as a diplomat in vain. At the moment, he is mixing with the crowd, doing his last duty well.

Although, at this time, Gretel was not with the vampires he was in charge of entertaining, but was surrounded by a group of dwarves, barbarians, and orcs, and he was overwhelmed:

"Gretel, have you advanced? The star on the badge has changed!"

Gavin stood on tiptoe, trying to look at Gretel's chest.

There, the gleaming mage badge with five bronze stars has turned into a silver star.On the side of the emblem, the six green leaves of the oak stick face each other, unfolding gracefully——

Sixth-level magician, sixth-level priest.

"You were still level four when you left... so fast! It's only been half a year, and the copper star has changed to a silver star!"

"Yeah, so fast."

A warrior squeezed over from the orc side, with huge golden rings dangling from his ears, making people dizzy.

Seeing Gretel's blank face, he laughed and pointed to his chest:

"Master, at that time I was stabbed in the heart with a knife, and you cut open my chest to save me, remember?"

Oh, cardiac tamponade, looking directly at the one who pressed the heart with his bare hands.Saying that, Gretel remembered:
"It's you! Are you recovering well?"

"Very good!" The orc warrior waved his fist and jumped vigorously, trying to show his strength:

"After going back, I recuperated for half a year and successfully advanced!"

Open the chest, do CPR with bare hands under direct vision, the prognosis is good, and it will not affect the advancement... Gretel silently recorded it in his heart.

Very good, there is one more case feedback, such a rare case, if the journal type, you can actually publish a paper... It's a pity that there is no related journal.Hey, when will the alien version of "The Lancet" appear?

"Master Nordmark, I heard that you have been researching blood test magic recently. How is the result? Can our blood determine the blood type?"

"Uh, this... This magic has only been tested on humans so far..."

Gretel sweats profusely.His blood test magic, aimed at human blood types, can determine A, B, AB, and O types with a single swipe—although he is in another world, for the convenience of spreading, he gave it a new name.However, the blood type of the orc...

"Your Excellency Nordmark, why don't you give it a try." Elder Brock, who was wearing a feather crown and cloak and holding a bone staff, also squeezed in and stretched out a hand to him:

"Didn't you say before that if you can transfuse blood in time, the soldiers will recover much faster? Try it, what if your magic can also judge our blood type?"

As he spoke, he waved back with his bone staff, and a group of barbarians surrounded him, each stretching out a hand.The leader grabbed the butcher's knife on his belt and wiped it on the pulp of his left middle finger, blood gushed out like a fountain.

Gretel:! ! !you stop!stop!Just one drop is enough!
Don't give yourself a knife so boldly!

He hurriedly took out the test tube to pick it up. While picking it up, he gathered a small group of healing energy and pressed it on the opponent's wound.Alas, isn't this just looking for trouble? If you use a needle to draw blood, a cotton ball will suffice...

After receiving the blood, a magic shot was taken, and it really showed "unable to distinguish".Gretel focused slightly, feeling the feedback in the meditation field of vision.Sure enough, the results of the spell detection were different from those of the four human blood types.

"Uh... I might need some more samples..."

"There are plenty of samples! People here, you can look at them! If you still don't have enough, go to the city and shout, there are hundreds of them!"

Elder Brock waved his hand boldly.

Gretel followed his movements and looked forward. Every soldier raised his meat cleaver—it was said to be a small knife, but the blade was actually three or four inches long—on his finger, and stared at him intently.

It doesn't have to be so...

Gretel sweats profusely.Turning their heads to the side, the dwarves and barbarians all stared wide-eyed, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to rush for a wave of blood type tests.

"This……"

"Gretel, show us first!"

"Master Nordmark, first look at our blood types!"

In the hall below, Gretel was surrounded by foreign guests, who seemed to be chatting and laughing happily and in harmony.

Above, Archmage LeBron and the leaders of several foreign delegations raised their glasses and smiled at each other:
These agreements on trade, free movement of people, mutual guarantees of security and work rights are not the focus of this negotiation.Anyway, the agreement is renewed, tinkered, and adjusted slightly, and any subordinate can talk about it.

But this time, taking advantage of the continuous attacks on the Glorious Holy See, taking advantage of their pope and their high-level clergy, each of them shrunk and greatly reduced their external activities——

After one or two months of arduous negotiations, everyone reached the most important result:
At sea, intercept the fleet of the Radiant Holy See returning from the New World, and give them a heavy blow!

Reach a consensus, determine the combat time, determine the combat deployment, determine the number of troops, ships, magic weapons, and high-level professionals of all parties, determine the cooperation method and command authority, determine the allocation of combat expenses and the sharing of spoils...

Every point has to be discussed, every detail has to be negotiated repeatedly, and every agreement is reached, accompanied by countless squabbles, intrigues, overturning tables, turning over old accounts, mocking and abusing each other's eighteen generations of ancestors and descendants generation……

"coward!"

"coward!"

"Idiots! Those ships you built are just big bathtubs! Ocean sailing, a huge wave can overturn them!"

"It's better than sleeping in someone else's bathtub who refuses to show his head!"

Ping pong ping pong ping pong...

Paper, quills, inkwells, flying around.

Fortunately, dwarves, barbarians, and orcs have rough skin and thick flesh, and vampires and magicians have various magical barriers.After the smashing is over, the anger is gone, and the apprentice-level cleaning technique will sweep it around, and it will be restored to its original state...

Alas, it's all tears.

Fortunately, the tearing up is finally over, the talk is over, and everything is finalized.Tonight, everyone can enjoy the joy of the banquet without thinking about the hard work ahead...

"what--"

In the distance, deep behind the banquet stage, a scream sounded from somewhere.Sharp, miserable, frightened, desperate.The joyful atmosphere of the entire hall was interrupted by this scream.

Several alien leaders turned their heads to look.The orc prince had the strongest mobility, leaped forward, and followed the sound.Not long after, he went back and forth, pointing at the Blood Race Marquis Targu, his face full of anger:

"Bah! Our great orcs will never fight side by side with you! Don't think about the previous agreement!"

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