Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 415 The Hospitallers

"Nora is coming north with us?" Alexei's eyes widened.

“What’s so surprising about that?” Hughes laughed. “You really think of her as a martyr? Even martyrs can have their own purpose.”

"You mean"

"She is originally from the North, and she understands the situation in the North far better than we do. Not to mention, she has personally fought alongside the soldiers of those Grand Dukes. Just think how much help she can give us by offering advice on the front lines?"

Alexei took a deep breath and nodded: "Indeed, it was my oversight."

"And if any refugees from the North survive, she will be a symbol that can help us rally them together."

Hughes stood up and looked out the window, his gaze passing over the machine gun bunker on the church, the North Sea dock filled with sunken ships, and all the way north.

The Christian Guardians had no base in the North, and although they had armored trains to provide aid and supplies, they were basically clueless about the local situation.

With Nora's help, they could recruit some people from among the refugees and even from the inhabitants of the four northern kingdoms, which would save them a lot of trouble.

As for whether or not they can be won over?

Hughes wasn't worried about this; Castells planned to use underhanded means to win over the poor people—by giving them food.

The secret society can conjure up a cult out of thin air with just a bowl of porridge, and its randomly made-up doctrines are recited devoutly by some.

A warm bowl of porridge is more sacred than a god high above.

Even Hughes did not remove Josh's title of High Priest—he couldn't remove it, as Josh's position did not come from a top-down appointment, but was bestowed upon him by the followers of the Secret Order.

Hughes withdrew his gaze and looked at Alexei in front of him: "And Nora would be happy to see her enemy meet his end."

Alexei nodded solemnly.

The recruitment of the expeditionary force was in full swing, and the Banshees' war correspondent group had also begun to select people.

"We only have twenty spots this time. If you want to participate, you can contact me to register." Nini crossed her six arms in pairs and looked at the succubi in front of her.

"What? Only twenty?"

"That's not enough!"

"What should we do? Fight it?"

"There have to be rules when you fight, right? Are you just going to start a fight randomly? Do you believe Monica can't use bombs, or do you believe I can beat Ash?"

"Nini, you only managed to get this from the lord? Everyone wants to go to the North to report for duty. What can twenty people do?"

Nini coughed lightly, intending to appear serious, but quickly put her hands on her hips with a playful grin.

"The lord only limited the number of reporters, but didn't restrict anything else."

"Ha, you think we didn't think of that? I asked around, and they said we're not allowed to sign up for either the Christian Guard or the workers' recruitment!"

“But there are more than just these people heading to the North.” Nini glanced at the group. “I’ve checked the Eleven Laws; there are no restrictions on the number of doctors.”

There are indeed no restrictions on the number of doctors, because there are simply too few qualified doctors in Castells.

Medicine is a systematic discipline, unlike industry where you can forcibly climb a technological ladder. Even if Hughes knew some modern knowledge, it wouldn't work.

Unless he can bring a complete set of modern medical theories. But in his previous life, he wasn't a doctor, he was an engineer.

Currently, Richard is the only one in Castel who can truly lead this research, but unfortunately, he also has to work on improving the Dragon Breath Cannon and can't find more people for the time being.

Hughes has begun to build a medical system, but he is still a long way from training qualified doctors and can only popularize some basic concepts of aseptic techniques and first aid.

Nini saw this loophole as her opportunity.

"But we don't know any medicine. If we treat patients haphazardly, won't we run into trouble?" "Hmph, you guys check the shared files in the mind link. I've uploaded a complete set of battlefield medical manuals. As long as you treat patients according to this, you can pass Richard's medical team's test!"

Is it too late to consult medical books when you're trying to get treatment?
It would be too late for an ordinary person, but it wouldn't be a big problem for a female demon.

Their ability to multitask is truly outstanding. They can observe the patient's condition while flipping through medical manuals, and also consult with other succubi about the illness.

Richard didn't care whether these banshees were cramming at the last minute. Passing his test meant they could save people on the battlefield, whether they had recited the answers on the spot or memorized them.

The succubi exchanged glances, each seeing the other's excitement.

"Great idea, great idea!"

"That's a great idea!"

"As expected of Nini, she even thought of that!"

"I think Monica is not even half as good as Nini!"

Nini's tail was wagging, and she proudly raised her head: "We can also apply for some weapons and equipment. After all, military doctors need to protect themselves!"

"That makes sense. If we kill all the enemies, our comrades won't get hurt!"

"As long as we charge fast enough, death can't catch up with us!"

The succubi began to discuss excitedly.

Soon, a new application appeared on Hughes's desk. After just one glance at its contents, he covered his face in anguish.

"The medical team had eighty extra female demons? And they all passed the assessment?"

Richard wiped his monocle with a sigh: "That's right, I can assure you, they absolutely meet the definition of a field medic, and they can even treat patients faster than long-term trained doctors."

"I don't care about that. As long as it cures the disease, I don't care whether the banshee is human or not." Hughes sighed and pointed to another part of the report: "But why are there five hundred dragon breath cannons in the medical equipment?"

Nini chuckled awkwardly beside her.

"Uh, medical devices, medical devices."

"What kind of illness can this cure? Forget about it. Five hundred cannons, and you've used all six of your hands to handle them this time. How can you still have hands to cure illnesses?"

"My lord, your thinking is flawed." Nini excitedly raised her head. "As long as we kill all the enemies, our comrades won't get hurt. We'll use six cannons; that'll have the best healing effect!"

Even Richard couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his head to the side and focused on studying the orientation of the machine gun bunker on the opposite city wall.

"Why are you applying to form an independent group and act alone?"

"It makes it easier for a group charge." Nini nodded confidently. "As long as we charge fast enough, death can't catch up with me and my allies."

I estimate that even military achievements won't catch up.

Hughes was speechless.

"Why don't you just call yourselves the Knights Hospitaller?"

Nini's eyes lit up: "Great name!"

Hughes sighed, flipped through the applications, and asked in confusion, "Why isn't Monica here?"

"Hmm, she didn't apply to become a field medic, it seems she doesn't plan to go to the North."

Hughes was sweating profusely: "She's not going? Impossible, she must have come up with some other crazy idea!"

(End of this chapter)