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

Chapter 991 Hang the bishop who cast the ceiling on the street lamp! (5 rewards plus [-])

Gretel subconsciously followed the crowd back a few steps.Pursing his lips, he looked at the triumphant army and the captives they were escorting.

The archbishop, who was the first in the list of captives, had been caught in tattered gold-rimmed white robes, and it was unclear whether there were more fishnets or mop strips.With his head down, supported by two soldiers, he was in a semi-comatose state;
The second-ranked knight had pitted and uneven steel armor all over his body (Grete felt distressed for a while).Although he was not semi-conscious, his eyes were wide open, his head was tilted, his expression was numb, and the corners of his mouth were drooling.

Gretel secretly speculated, which archmage of the Confusion Department made the move and threw a mentally handicapped spell on this one?

the third……

Fourth...

fifth place...

The captives from the Radiant Holy See and the captives from various surrounding tribes appeared alternately.Gretel tried hard to feel the strength of each captive, and curiously guessed how the natives sorted the captives:
"13, 13, this seems to be only level 11... This is 13 again? Could it be that the strength of the force field has dropped due to the injury? Eh... this person... looks familiar..."

With half-closed eyes, he took one step forward, one step, another step.The person who was taken in front seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it...

The captive had a bruised nose and a swollen face, with his head down, half blood and half mud on his face.Gretel felt that he should have never seen this guy, or at least, under this cover, he should not be able to recognize the other person's identity.

So, where does this sense of familiarity come from...

He subconsciously walked forward.Ahead, the team escorting the captives was in a bit of a mess. Two soldiers crossed their spears and raised their voices to stop them:
"Don't come close! Don't disturb the team!"

"This is the Son of God!"

The White Eagle warrior accompanying Gretel hurriedly reprimanded him back.While trying to refute the opponent, at the same time avoid disturbing Gretel's trance state.Helpless, he could only quickly walk half a step in front of Gretel, stretched out his arms, and blocked a passage for him:

"It is the noble Lord of Plague! Don't stand in his way!"

The fighter who blocked people was taken aback.In this battle, even if they didn't know anything else, they also knew that a young son named Thor, the Lord of the Plague, together with the Golden Eagle fighters, killed the Plague Girl;
The Son of Thunder God attracted a large number of strong men—those strong men who drove huge beasts, stopped above their capital, and fought with their gods;
Those strong men casually summoned light, fireballs, thunder and death, the 'White Ghost' and the warriors and witch priests at the foot of the mountain were vulnerable in front of them...

"Please, please!" They raised their spears and let the road go, bowing back.Gretel's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he walked forward slowly.One step, one step, another step, the captive he locked shrank back, and then shrank again...

"Don't come here!" He shrank to the ground, with blood streaming down his face, and screamed under his throat:

"Why are you here! If I had known, I would have killed you a few years ago... At that time, you only needed one finger to kill you..."

Huh?Who is this guy?Sounds like you've seen me, dealt with me?

Gretel searched his memory hard, but failed.

Raising his hand, he waved a cleansing technique to remove the blood and sludge on the other person's face, and took a closer look, but failed.

Cleansing can remove dirt, but it can't heal bruised nose and swollen face. The opponent's face is bruised and purple, which really increases the difficulty for him to identify.Gretel frowned, thinking hard:

Do you want to lose a healing technique?It seems too much to do this to captives...

"Gretel, what's wrong?"

A steady voice sounded from behind.Gretel suddenly turned his head, and found that the elder brother had fallen behind him at some point, staring at the group of prisoners.Gretel scratched his head:
"I seem to have seen this prisoner somewhere...and I can't remember...wait!"

His eyes lit up.Walk up a few steps, stand one step in front of the captive, inhale, exhale, close your eyes.When he opened his eyes again, a round of dim light shot out around the pupils, locking the prisoner firmly in the middle:

"I remembered! It's not that I've seen him—it's the Plague Maiden!" Gretel suddenly turned around, grabbed Senior Brother Bairbo, and pointed his other hand straight at the prisoner:

"I saw him in the memory of the plague girl! It was him, he gave the blanket with smallpox to the plague girl, and started this plague!"

"What!" Archmage Bairbo was shocked.He made a gesture and muttered a few words, and soon, golden eagle fighters, female snakes, and magicians flew down one after another.

Archmage Haines rushed in first, and when he arrived at the scene, he stared at the prisoner:

"It's him? Is this the guy?"

The death and resentment in this guy's body boiled and boiled, so thick that the naked eye could almost see it.In the eyes of the necromantic master, this guy is simply a living priceless treasure!

"Wait, wait, let me take a look again." Behind Archmage Haines, a young mage dressed in neat and gorgeous clothes, even if he was far away in the wilderness, lingered with a scent of perfume, walked out slowly:

"Let me look through his memory... to see who he is, and how he came up with such a vicious idea..."

With a wave of his hand, on the middle finger of his right hand, a moonstone ring cast a hazy light, covering the prisoner.The eyes of the captives on the ground widened as hard as they could, and then suddenly shrunk to pinpoints. After a moment, they hissed and screamed:
"Not me! Not me! - Doge Alfonso asked me to do this! He threatened me that if I didn't go, I would be handed over to the Holy See... I am here alone, without subordinates, without backers... ..."

"It was me... it was my idea... the plague girl... such a strong demon god, she is only one step away, and she is only one step away from killing the kingdom of eagles..."

Gretel quietly took two steps back and hid himself behind Archmage Bilbo.The senior didn't turn his head back, just looked at the front, only smiled at him in the telepathic connection:
"Did you see? The great mages of the confusion control department... are so strong... Even if there are magic items to protect the soul, they can still get around it. If you don't want to be attacked by them, you should build your own spiritual barrier! "

Gretel is the only one.After listening to a few words, the magician of the control department suddenly twisted the ring, and the moonstone on the ring surface turned to the inner circle, and an opal was pulled out.Another circle of blurred and dreamy light shone, and soon, he half-closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

"This guy confessed a lot." After a long time, he opened his eyes and waved his hands to the magicians around him.On the little finger of her left hand, an emerald ring shines brightly:

"I recorded it all, and I will transcribe it into the airship when I go back."

The archmages nodded, except for the archmage Haines, the rest of them took a step back tacitly to make way for the natives.

Chivakoto was the first to pounce on him, thousands of snakes hissed, and his phosphorescent eyes opened and closed quickly, as if to bite him to death:
"It's you?!"

The deputy referee of Lucerne slowly raised his head, looking around at the natives and magicians around him, his eyes full of despair.

From the Holy City of Glory to the Kingdom of Kent, from the Kingdom of Kent to the New World, and then from the small town of Waltham on the east coast of the New World to the Kingdom of Eagles in the southeast of the New World——

He has traveled so far and escaped thousands of miles, why, he was still recognized by Gretel Nordmark—his original mission object? !

The magicians looked at him coldly and stood by.Except for the pale and swollen black-robed mage staring at him with fanaticism, everyone else just wanted to see him die;
The woman with flying long hair and fangs at each end of her hair seemed to want to drive those poisonous snakes and bite him to death on the spot;

And those warriors in golden armor, one by one, creaked and creaked the weapons in their hands.If someone gave the order, they would probably chop themselves into minced meat immediately-with those obsidian knives and axes...

"Dedicate him to God!"

"Yes, to God!"

"Now, now!"

The assistant referee of Lucerne was terrified.He once watched the live sacrifice of the aborigines. Those aborigines dragged people to the highest level of the pyramid, cut open their chests alive, and took out their hearts——

The dagger was still made of obsidian. The sacrificed person wailed at the top of the pyramid for a long, long time!

He doesn't want to die!

He doesn't want to die!

Who can save him?Who can save his life in a place like this, surrounded by enemies?

Vice-Governor Alfonso can't, Archbishop Teramo can't, natives can't, magicians...magicians...no one will save him, no one will save him except...

"Help me!" With a sudden burst of strength, he rolled and scrambled, and rushed towards Gretel.Although he was immediately blocked by two spears and firmly pressed to the ground, he still supported the ground and stretched out his hand to Gretel:
"Please save me! I don't dare to be your enemy anymore! I gave up killing you and ran so far away! I am willing to be your follower, your slave, and I can sign a soul contract ...I am a fourteenth-level priest, I am useful to you..."

The magicians flashed a way tacitly, exposing Gretel to everyone.Only Archmage Bairbo did not step aside, stood firmly in front of Gretel, turned around and said:
"Gretel, what do you say?"

"I don't want this guy!"

Gretel turned his head away, disgusted.What disgusting thing also wants to hug his thigh, dreaming!

Stay away from him!

Not to mention signing the soul contract to be his slave, even if he wants to be his skeleton soldier after death, he doesn't want that!

Dirty his space bag!
Archmage Bairbo smiled softly.That's right, this is the Gretel he knows. He usually looks soft-hearted, but when encountering big things, he is persistent and not greedy.He leisurely glanced at the mud on the ground:
"Then how do you deal with him?"

"Hang him up on the street lamp!"

Gretel blurted out.Immediately regret a word: street lamp, where did the street lamp come from?It's not Nevis—no, I'm not talking about Nevis roadsides, the kind of municipal maintenance, streetlights that someone goes to light every evening...

"You, you can really find something for me." Just as he was thinking about how to get back, Archmage Bilbo sighed.

With a flick of his hand, the rocks naturally began to flow in the center of the square and at the center of the two pyramids. After a while, a Nevis-style stone street lamp rose from the ground.Another flick, the top of the street lamp, and the stone lampshade radiated a bright light, and it was restrained again in a moment:
"This street lamp represents everything you have done for this country. It represents your contribution to helping them avoid smallpox and attracting reinforcements for them."

Archmage Bairbo said lightly, his voice was under the magic, and it spread loudly throughout the square.After saying these two sentences, he flicked his fingers for the third time:

"go with!"

An activated rope flew out of nowhere, strangled the neck of Lucerne's deputy referee, and hung him danglingly on the street lamp.

****
Gagen is over, so happy, spread out my limbs...

Ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass, ask for recommendation ticket, ask for book review, ask for various...

(End of this chapter)