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

Chapter 852 Grand Druid of the White Deer, Gretel Nordmark... Mage?
With tears of humiliation, Earl Rothcomb's family stumblingly completed the Sacrament of Atonement.Looking at the pointers from the people around, the earl and his family may have a series of nicknames:
"Rosikang the manure dumper"?
"Earl Yellow Tang"?
"Scented Knight"?
The fragrance is rich and mellow, and it lasts for a long time.With the update speed of this world's news, it is estimated that it will not be a problem after 100 years of singing.

But it must also be admitted that this ladle of yellow soup has become an effective lubricant for various tasks in the county.Whether it is the delivery work of the natural church industry, or the work of opening warehouses to release food, or the work of transshipment of disaster victims...

The processing speed has been greatly increased.After all, those who have a little decision-making power, those who can evade, procrastinate, and act obediently, most of them still have some status and some property.

They have been away from farming for a long time, and no one wants to be forced to fertilize the oak trees for no reason.The Earl is not bad, someone fetches water for him, and someone pulls the dung truck for him. If they are replaced by these people, maybe they have to start with the raw materials themselves?
So, Gretel was very happy to find that his work went smoothly all of a sudden.The amount of food collected by all parties has also come up, and the allocated land has also been delivered.If the tenants are willing to go together, there will be no difficulty——

The magicians in the mage tower, mage apprentices, employees of various industries in the mage tower, including the employees of the paper workshop and the clerks of the alchemy shop, went to villages and shouted:
"The council is recruiting people! Recruiting people! Follow the council, you will have food to eat, and you won't be afraid to starve to death!"

"The legendary mage has long predicted that there will be a catastrophe this year, and there will be no harvest! The food in Rothcomb County is not enough for everyone! Follow the council to survive!"

"The number of places is limited, while stocks last!"

"Follow the council, you will have your own land, your own house! You will become the master of your own land, and you don't have to farm for others!"

There are even more nimble ones who set up a big pot at the gate of the village and cook a big pot of corn paste.The aroma was overflowing, and I shouted straight:

"If you are willing to move with the council, you will have something to eat!—Sir, do you want to follow the council? If you want to leave, come here and get your fingerprint, yes, then take the bowl, and I will scoop you a spoon..."

All in all, nobles, wealthy businessmen, workshop owners, small handicraftsmen, even workers and shop assistants, as long as their families are doing well, they have no intention of leaving.Follow the council?Where are you going?
What about the family business?Who to sell to?Under the catastrophe, who would want it?How much can you sell for?Who is willing to discount half of the family property of the ancestors first?

Not even the yeoman.Among the sharecroppers, the vast majority are also unwilling.

People are far away from their hometowns, and their future is uncertain. Who knows what the future will hold.Those servants of the God of Nature promised, "We will supervise the distribution of food by the lord, and organize you to grow vegetables, pick acorns, and fish, so as to survive the famine"!

Only those tenant farmers who are extremely poor, starving to death, and see no hope, or those tenant farmers who are bright-hearted and courageous, will leave with the parliament in spite of everything.

According to the final statistics, the number of victims in this wave of relocation was only about [-].

"For the sake of 5000 people, such a big fight..."

Cerilla was lying on the top of the mage's tower, chewing a weed, and giggling.Gretel rolled up the corner of his robe, carefully sat down beside her, and sighed:

"I can't help it, I'm only at this level. Let me use the fireball technique to smash all the nobles in the county, and then force the villagers to migrate. I really can't do it..."

"Is the mission complete now? Can we go?"

Gretel was taken aback for a moment.Looking at the wilderness outside the mage tower, dotted with clusters of bonfires, he sighed slowly:

"...Wait a little longer. I'm not at ease...The task of the council is to send the disaster victims to the designated port and hand them over to the person in charge. I always have to send them there to finish the calculation."

5000 people!

5000 people doesn't seem like a lot, one square meter per person is enough to fill a football field.Sitting on the top of the mage's tower and looking down, the bonfires didn't seem to spread too much.

But this group of people is going to the port. Whoever goes first on the way, eats and drinks, is there anyone left behind, is there any sudden illness, is there anyone who suddenly sprained their feet...

Gretel felt that it would be good to let him lead a team of 20 people to walk 200 miles on foot in five days, no, ten days.With his ability, without the help of magic, he would definitely lose ten or eight.

Well, in the Qin Dynasty, when a village chief took people where to go, it would be a questionable ending.Not to mention 5000 people! 5000 people!Gretel couldn't imagine what kind of chaos it would be without anyone watching.

Fortunately, he didn't have to do it all by himself.The Magic Council set up food supply points along the road, and borrowed people from various temples as guides to maintain order.A team of 5 fighters leads, drives, and helps 500 people in each group, rolling forward:

"Go! Go! Don't procrastinate!"

"Whoever arrives first gets food! Those who arrive later can only eat thin porridge!"

"Don't drink cold water! Don't go to the nearby ditch to drink cold water! There is hot water to drink at the rest point! You! What about you! Keep up!"

"Crackling-"

Shouts, scolding, and even whipping and screams resounded from time to time on the official road.Gretel rode Silvermoon Deer, running back and forth, seeing this situation, he could only shout a few words:
"Don't hit people! Try not to hit people!"

"You! Don't drink cold water!"

"Keep up! Keep up! Ouch, this is a sprained ankle? Let me see—"

Before he could make a move, Yinyuelu lowered his head slightly, and a ball of white light touched the man's feet.The injured man touched his ankle in a daze, and jumped up with an "ouch!"

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord..."

Gretel had already urged the Silver Moon Deer to rush forward.Biao went to the rest point, added a sound amplification technique to himself, and kept shouting:
"Don't gather! Don't gather! - Each team has a place, where they can drink water and eat food!"

Raising the hand, a piece of long grass grows on the ground, dividing the rest point into horizontal and vertical pieces;
"Don't excrete indiscriminately!" Pointing casually, the magic missile shot out, boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

A uniform and stable row of pits was made, and the oak stick pointed again, and the grass rose from the ground, and a circle grew around each pit:
"This is your toilet! Everyone who defecates and defecates goes to the toilet, and anyone who poops indiscriminately will be smoked!"

After running a rest point, run another rest point.Run to the campsite for the night.Looking up at the weather, continue to throw spells:

"[Shelter Hut]! [Shelter Hut]! [Shelter Hut]!"

In the distance, Elder Aitfu finished his day's work and came to the campsite.Looking at the back of Gretel riding a white deer, he let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter, teacher?"

His youngest disciple supported the teacher and asked in a low voice.The elder's eyes kept falling on the white deer's back, fascinated:

"The servants of our God of Nature also had other titles in ancient times, such as 'oak wise man', 'Duit', 'Druid', etc. The traditional image of a druid..."

The disciple followed his gaze.For a moment, if you realize something:
"Teacher, is that the case?"

"Yes. Wearing a plain burlap robe and holding an oak staff, he rode a white deer and walked in the wilderness to heal the people's ailments. The ancient archdruid, in legends and songs, is exactly such an image."

"So what we saw was the Archdruid of the White Hart, Great Nordmark..." The disciple's voice paused, and a series of magic missiles were flying out from the head of Great's staff:

"...Mage?"

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