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

Chapter 827 Temple of the God of War, You are repaying your kindness with revenge! ! !
What does a Nordmark mage need?
This question really stumped Archbishop Noguera—and Bishop Salem, who was ordered by the archbishop to do things.When asked by the archbishop, he had a bitter face, and his shoulders collapsed at that moment.

"What are you like?"

The archbishop frowned: "Masters, don't they have various needs anytime, anywhere? You can't even think of this? Nordmark Master doesn't do experiments anymore? No more experimental equipment and materials?"

"The experimental equipment needed in the near future, large-scale and relatively high-value, he has all the equipment here..." Bishop Salem sighed:
"Besides, things like experimental equipment, we don't make them ourselves, and we also pay for them from the Alchemy Guild. At most, we can buy them in large quantities, and we can get a better discount, but I happened to ask last time, Nord Master Mark’s discount doesn’t seem to be low…”

"What about the experimental materials? The harvest of warriors' adventures, magical beasts, magical plants, minerals, etc.?"

"I asked about it during the last negotiation. They said that the recent research, which requires Warcraft, is basically over. Whether it will be needed in the future, we can wait until the next topic is determined..."

Archbishop Noguera refrained from complaining.Most of the asking price reported to him last time was replaced by resources, and the money needed was not much.But this time, why is it so difficult?
"What about the followers? He is a mage, so he always needs followers, right? I think there are only a few followers around him..."

"Who said there are not many! Assemble together, you can already capture a small city!"

Bishop Salem blurted out.Seeing the archbishop's unbelieving gaze, he stretched out his right hand and bent his fingers one by one:
"Three mages, one of them has gone on a tour and brought two apprentices with him. A barbarian warrior, level 10. There is also Miss Serila, who should be at least level [-] or above."

Well, this is the resident mage tower.In addition, there are a number of healers working in the hospital, ranging from the first and second to the fifth and sixth grades;

There are several necromancers studying in the hospital, ranging from apprentices to third and fourth levels;
There are more than [-] barbarians in the hospital security, at least three or four levels...

Archbishop Noguera was silent.This kind of strength is not enough to attack the county town, and it is really easy to defeat a small town at the next level.

And in terms of staffing, there are high-level and high-level, low-level and low-level, whether it is top-notch combat power, or people who run errands and do work below, there is no shortage of them all.Sending a team of soldiers to be his followers, this seems unnecessary?
"If you switch to another mage, you can send a priest there..."

"Yes...but..."

The boss and subordinates sighed relative to each other.But Master Nordmark, he is a healer himself.Sending a healer there is not like following him, but like sending someone to learn art... This, from paying to owe, is too stupid.

"Then what is he lacking?—as a magician, no, as a human being, he must have something lacking?"

"But he even has a wizard tower!" Not only did he have it, but he also had two towers!
Ordinary magicians, at his level, have either been sent to other places, or are fighting for a better position in the archmage's team.Your own mage tower?
In Nevis, your own mage tower?

Just dream, the great mages above level ten are still eagerly queuing up, saving money, waiting for their own mage tower!

A man with two mage towers... what other desires could he have... Bishop Salem really can't think of it.

In addition to what Master Nordmark asked for by name, gold coins, silver coins, and cash.The more the better, there is no upper limit.

... If the temple can take out millions of gold coins without changing face, then we have already been upgraded to the national general temple.Bishop Salem thought melancholy.No, even if it is the Great Temple of the King's Capital, it can't come up with several million cash...

"Don't try to use money to solve the problem." As if seeing his thoughts, Archbishop Noguera suddenly warned:
"Old Morgan plans to pay most of the money himself. I persuaded him for a long time, and he said that if the temple pays a large share, he would rather die."

"That……"

What does old Morgan have that the Nordmark mage might want?
Bishop Salem swallowed the question, and after quitting, he quietly went to see old Morgan.

This powerful warrior who received the title of "Steel Cutter" lived not far away, just behind the temple, on the edge of the warriors' settlement, a small two-story stone building.Going further out is the wasteland, which is vast and sparsely populated, enough to toss.

Before Bishop Salem approached, he heard "boom", "boom", "boom", and the dull sound of the wind kept ringing.From a distance, old Morgan bent slightly, leaned his body, and swung his famous epee, tearing the air with each stroke.

The rough linen vest was completely soaked, and the edges and hem even had a few strands of raw edges.

This old warrior neither guards the door for the nobles, nor does he support the platform of the wealthy businessman.With one heart and one mind, devout to the god of war, for decades, either fighting for the temple, or practicing hard every day.

Bishop Salem stepped back quietly.Looking in through the window of the stone house, there was no carpet, no candlesticks, and no expensive furniture in the room.On the three bare stone walls, nothing was hung except for the head of a beast that old Morgan had hunted with his own hands.

The only thing that seemed to be valuable was his black armor with countless battle marks left on it.All the savings are either spent on training and passing the level, or they are spent on funding young fighters.

Bishop Salem sighed and withdrew sadly.Standing in the distance, looking at the stone house for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards the mage tower:

There is a way!

There must be a way!
"...That's how things are." The mage tower, he bowed his head deeply to Gretel, leaned forward, and almost bowed:

"Can you, in name, ask for a relatively low salary? The actual fee, I will persuade the archbishop to secretly supplement you in the name of other projects... Otherwise, the character of old Morgan..."

While listening carefully, Gretel hissed inwardly.Fighters of the fourteenth level, everyone in the Temple of the God of War, you really think highly of me...

Are you sure I can operate on him?
Are you sure my scalpel won't even cut through the skin?

The slander is the slander, he still raised his face and smiled slightly.Fortunately, he is a doctor and also the dean, so he has the final say on the medical expenses, and there is no such thing as the health committee checking the price, and what is wrong with the account.Gretel looked directly at Bishop Salem, and said slowly:

"The remuneration is negotiable. However, if possible, it is best to let that Mr. Morgan come and discuss it in person—if he can use his savings, or skills, or whatever, to pay a large part of the fee, I will I think he'd be happier."

With his words, Bishop Salem accompanied old Morgan to the mage tower in Gretel the next day.As soon as he turned onto the path in front of the tower, Bishop Salem looked from a distance, and his heart skipped a beat:
A phantom horse with four hooves smoking slowly stepped down into the air.On the back of the Phantom Horse, sat a great magician in a golden robe, looking down with great interest——

Acquaintance, Master Nordmark's brother, Archmage Carlisle.

Too bad, with him here, it might not be easy to negotiate a low price...

He felt uneasy, like beating a drum.Old Morgan didn't feel anything. He entered the reception room and sat down the guests and hosts. With a bang, he put the long sword on the table:
"Master Nordmark, the most valuable things on my body are this armor and an epee. As long as you can cure me and give me hope to advance again, you can take all these things. You are a mage , may not be used, but it can be given to your followers..."

In the corner of the conference room, Bernard, who followed the trend to pay respects to the senior warrior, took a step back quietly.

He doesn't want it!

His armor was handcrafted by the dwarf master himself, and it can be used up to the twelfth and third levels without any problem!
The armor on this old soldier looked like it was of the same level, and it didn't fit him!

Gretel didn't notice this small step, but old Morgan saw it clearly.He stood up on his knees and bowed deeply:
"Including my life. Master Nordmark, if you have any places to explore in the future, or any enemies to deal with, I can do it for you."

"Hey - don't don't..."

Gretel jumped on the spot.Beside him, Archmage Carlisle smiled slightly, flew out a giant force field palm, and raised it as a gesture:
"It's not that serious. Little Gretel would never want to sacrifice his life or something. But look at his followers—"

He pointed to Bernard in the corner:
"Can you take the time to teach him, anyway, let him advance to the ninth level?"

"no problem!"

Old Morgan said with emotion.He looked at Bernard carefully, looking from the top of his head, his eyes all the way to his legs and feet, and nodded heavily:

"This warrior has a solid foundation and deep accumulation. It's just a chance. As long as the mage doesn't think I eat too much, I will live here and train him every day. Let alone the ninth level, the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth level Class, do my best."

"That's enough." Gretel clapped his hands with a smile:
"If you are willing to be Bernard's teacher, we will definitely do our best to treat you. There is no need to mention the remuneration—then, it's settled like this?"

Bishop Salem breathed a sigh of relief.Gretel nodded with a smile.Old Morgan straightened his back as hard as he could, and his face was flushed with all the apprehension swept away.Only Archmage Carlisle looked left and right, and raised his palm:
"Wait a minute. One more thing to trouble you—"

He pointed to Gretel:
"Training is also required, can you please train him? It's not too high, as long as you go out to take risks, you can run away when you encounter danger, and you know how to dodge when others call you, so you won't just stand there..."

"Hey!"

Gretel screamed.Before he could open his mouth to argue, the [Endless Ink Pen] in his chest pocket lit up slightly, and the clear and cold voice of the Lord of Thunder came from it:

"Practice into a knight."

Carlisle: "..."

Bernard: "..."

Old Morgan: "Don't worry, no problem! You must become a knight!"

Bishop Salem: "Absolutely! Guaranteed by the reputation of the Temple of the God of War!"

Gretel: "..."

Ah, I heal your people, is that how you pay?
Temple of the God of War, you are repaying your kindness with revenge! ! !
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