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

Chapter 877 How Many People Are Called For Gretel? (Tino9494 million reward plus 3)

As soon as the black-robed old man made a sound, the eyes of the surrounding people couldn't help but change slightly.The man in the hood subconsciously shrank back to the distance, realized that something was wrong, and quickly moved back to his original position;

The strong man tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword;
The long-armed man stroked the pouch at his waist, and moved his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to extract something from it...

Only the old man with the rosary wrapped around his wrist remained silent.Not only did he not make a sound, he didn't even move his eyeballs, and lowered his eyebrows, as if he was only single-mindedly reciting scriptures praising the Lord over and over again.What did the man in black say?
How did the people around you react?
Sorry, didn't hear any of it.

The reaction of his teammates was also commonplace for the old man in black, and he didn't think it was disobedient.He rolled his eyeballs gloomyly—more black eyeballs, less white eyeballs—and said coldly:

"Don't you all read the target's information? Healers, soft-hearted, concerned about the lives and health of civilians - where can such a person do his hands, and tie his hands and feet the most? Of course it is among a group of villagers!"

In an instant, the three teammates, including the spy, looked at the black-robed old man in a wrong way.The old man in black robe continued to plan coldly:
"Of course, it's best to throw a few patients among the poor. It's difficult, dangerous, and consumes his healing power. While he's concentrating on treating people, it's best when his power is exhausted, grab him. Opportunity, make a sudden move."

"and then?"

The brawny warrior took a step with a bit of hesitation.He lowered his voice, for fear of alarming his surroundings, but there was still a little anger boiling in his tone:

"If you miss, use civilians as cover, and bet that he won't fight back hard?"

"So what?" The old man in black robe rolled his eyes angrily:
"We came to carry out the mission, don't we want to complete the mission as much as possible, and then go back alive? You want to pity those untouchables, don't drag us down!"

"you--"

"Brother Wilson, pay attention to your attitude." The old man with the rosary in his hand spoke for the first time.But instead of facing the old man in black robe, he faced the strong man:

"The target we want to adjudicate is a sinful heresy who has repeatedly blasphemed the glory of the Lord. In order to achieve the goal, we do not rule out using some means. Besides, the heretics below are all people who reject the glory of the Lord—— "

The strong man shut his mouth, lowered his head, and made a gesture of prayer on his chest.The old man whispered:

"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance."

"For the glory of the Lord of Radiance!"

Everyone responded with one voice.

Under the guidance of the spies, five people filed down the mountain along the thorny path.Not long after leaving the top of the mountain, a bird with colorful feathers flew up from the bushes, chirping, and fluttering away.

After a while, a middle-aged magician with a ruddy complexion quietly appeared on the top of the empty mountain.

The colorful feather bird landed on his shoulder, chirping and screaming.The magician tilted his head and listened, but he didn't see how he chanted, changed gestures, or set up a magic circle. There was a wave of water in front of him, and the figures of the previous six people appeared.

The voices backtracked at the same time, who said what first, who said last, what disputes arose, and how to make a final decision...

Every word, without omission.

"Oh My God……"

The middle-aged magician watched with a smile.While watching, he nodded, shook his head, and exclaimed:
"There is no problem at all...Master Nordmark has such a temper. Hey, do you want to let these people go?"

He tilted his head and pressed the little bird on his shoulder.The bird's body immediately froze, and the feathers flickered on and off, revealing a metallic luster.The middle-aged magician said to the little bird:

"With us watching, we can guarantee safety, which is better than falling into trouble when he goes out to practice by himself..."

"Let's not do it." The front of him suddenly dimmed, and a woman in a long skirt suddenly appeared with a serious face.She listened attentively to a few retrospective voices, and shook her head:
"Little Gretel, this child is very soft-hearted. If a group of civilians are killed or injured because of him, he will die of pain... Let's do something halfway and let them meet outside the village."

"You are his senior sister, you have the final say." The middle-aged magician spread his hands in a good temper:
"Then let's go down together and set up a little obstacle for them? Or, find a reason, call out Master Nordmark and let them meet outside?"

"No, I'll go." The woman in the long skirt, who is the disciple of the Lord of Thunder, Philbi, a level 16 lightning mage, waved her hand nonchalantly:
"It's also very hard for you to patrol this area, so I won't cause you any trouble. These few people, the highest level is no more than 13, I can hold them down alone."

"Then I'll go first!"

The middle-aged magician waved his hand, and disappeared in a flash.Senior Sister Philbi stared down the mountain, for a moment, the corner of her lips curled up:
"Shouldn't let a few go? - Little Gretel is weak in fighting, and the little silver dragon next to him is strong but lacks experience. There are too many people released at once, I'm afraid they won't be able to take care of them... um... ..."

Her figure flickered, and she disappeared on the top of the mountain in an instant.On the mountain road, the spy led the group of five rustlingly, and whispered as they walked:

"The shortest way to go down here is that the road is a bit dangerous... There is a bend in front of it, it is very narrow, and there is a cliff on one side, everyone must be careful..."

"Don't talk too much, let's go!" The hooded man snorted impatiently.As a stalker, this mountain road is really nothing to him: he can walk freely on it at level one, and run fast at level three.

If it weren't for the Kingdom of Kent, it would be hard to find spies, so how can we not let this guy gossip!

The air-conditioning in the back is getting heavier and heavier.The man in the hood shivered, and simply reached out to pull:
"I'll carry you away! You point the way!"

"Hey!"

The spy dodged subconsciously.Just like that in a flash, he stepped on the ground and rolled down.The man in the hood was startled, and jumped down to pull it, but he tripped for some reason.With such a trip, there was just a slight miss in the hand:
"what--"

The spy screamed and rolled all the way down.The man in the hood quickly jumped up and chased down.Unexpectedly, this time his luck was really bad. When he found the man, the spy was lying face down in the forest, except for twitching, he didn't even moan.

The man in the hood thought he was unlucky, and reached out to pick him up.Only then did he see that a long, hard branch was inserted straight into his eye socket, sinking deeply.Red and white, at least half a foot can be smeared.

"This……"

Reluctantly, he jumped a few times with the person in his arms, and turned back to the top of the mountain road.The old man holding the rosary only glanced at it, then shook his head:
"Hopeless."

As you speak, move forward and never look back.The old man in black robe squatted down very interestedly, with his five fingers spread out, covering the spy's forehead.The black robe was rustled and stirred, and countless tiny black bugs crawled out and poured into the spy's facial features.

The man in the hood shuddered, his feet rubbed against the ground, and he stepped back cautiously.Withdrew two steps, and just about to turn around the mountain road, I heard the following sentence:
"You stay and let him lead the way."

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

The hooded man bowed his head respectfully.The footsteps ahead were heavy, and two soldiers walked forward, one behind the other, guarding the bishop.The man in the hood sighed secretly, and had no choice but to stand quietly close to the mountain wall where the old man in black robe could see.

Hurry up...

You should hurry up...

After reading silently for a few times, my heart suddenly trembled, as if it missed a beat.The man in the hood was shocked, and wanted to make a sound, shout, and warn, but he felt weak and couldn't do anything.

Before the last bit of consciousness disappeared, he saw the black-robed old man fall silently to the ground without a sound.

"Oh, Little Gretel's heart current spell is really easy to use."

During the silence, there was a soft laugh.Master Philby entered the arena quietly, looked at the three fallen bodies, and nodded in satisfaction:

"It consumes much less than similar fatal spells, and what's even rarer is that it is silent and without any trace. Well, if I wanted to knock down these two people in an instant before, I would have to cast at least two fifth-level spells..."

And the spell of Gretel is only level 2.Even if the current intensity is increased in order to penetrate the protective barrier of high-level professionals, it can only be increased to the third level.

It's still impossible to kill a person, but unexpectedly, hitting the opponent's cardiac arrest, the effect is outstanding.Well, at least for those who are estimated to be only at level 9 or 10 in these two professions, and who are not physically strong enough, they can be perfectly knocked down with one blow.

She stepped on the void and walked forward step by step.A flash of lightning spread out from under the feet, touching the old man in black robe and the man in the hood respectively.Then he stretched out his hand casually, and the two of them stood up and walked far away in the other direction.

"Okay, clean up the traces, create a fake target, and dispel their suspicion." She hummed with a smile, controlled the two bodies to turn out three times, and rolled down the mountain for a while before taking them away. up:

"Next, we have to look at their movements and lure little Gretel out!"

She quietly disappeared and followed again.It was only halfway there, and the operation team of the Holy See had already followed the footprints and touched them back.The warrior was in front, the archer was behind, guarding the bishop one by one, full of vigilance.

The 16th-level great magician who had experienced many battles pursed his lips and put on a barrier to cover the fluctuation of the spell. A teleportation spell far away.Came outside the small village where Gretel worked, changed his image, and took out a piece of letter paper:
"Urgent letter from the council, give it to Master Nordmark! I have to go to the next stop!"

She slapped the guard's hand and urged the magic horse - in order to act realistically, she didn't even summon the phantom horse, she only called a magic horse that could be summoned with one ring spell - and galloped away.

Going around two bends, cast away the spell, became invisible again, found a big rock and sat down comfortably.With the wind blowing, set out a pot of tea and two snacks, and start enjoying afternoon tea:
"Well, whether it's an encounter or an ambush, this is the only way to go. Little Gretel, you must work harder!"

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I feel like I may not reach 3000 monthly tickets this time, so I cried...

Did you fail the first time you set up a vote-seeking goal...

It is said that Shanghai will be unsealed on June [-]st, but it is said that the prevention area has been upgraded to a controlled area, and different people in the neighborhood committee have different opinions...

The street issued another round of supplies today, as if it will not be unblocked for a while...

Super cry! ! !

(End of this chapter)