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

With two big guys here, of course Grete wouldn't be allowed to fall. He fell down. Elder Erwin looked intently, and a vine quietly protruded from his feet. Wrap it around Grete's waist, wrap it around him, lift it up high, and then gently put it down.

Grete sat down on the ground. Sweating like raindrops, I rubbed my knees and kept panting, but I was still rejoicing in my heart:

It’s great to have a big guy as a teacher!

Grete finally succeeded in shirking the blame. He sat on the ground and rested for half a minute, then limped off to inspect other wards. Elder Erwin and the bald bishop were very busy, but on the other side, the city owner, Viscount Joan, was still on the carriage, chatting slowly with someone.

Riding with him was an old magician, the one who was sitting above Master Gehrman before. The old magician looked left and right, and suddenly said "Hey":

"The eagle?"

Goshawks were constantly circling over the shop. One after another, the chirping continued, and the red cloth bands on the paws flew like flags. Viscount Joan looked up and shouted "Yeah" on the spot.

As a city lord, he can eat, drink and play as he pleases, and having a few mistresses is not a problem. Even if the force is not worth it, it is not a big sin. But there is one thing that must be kept in mind: what extraordinary organizations are there in the city, how strong their fighting power is, and what the characteristics of their attacks are like!

"Animal companions..." Viscount Joan murmured: "This is... this is a signal for help from the Natural God Religion!"

Even the animal companions have been sent out to ask for help... How bad is the situation over there?

Viscount Joan clenched the window frame tightly. The carriage continued to move forward, and soon, the situation on North Street was reported one after another:

"10 people injured!"

"17 people injured!"

"29 people were injured! All have been moved to nearby stores, no one is dead yet!"

"10 people were seriously injured and 19 people were slightly injured! Five of them are unconscious!"

This is trouble... Viscount Joan frowned deeply. The nobles in the motorcade have gradually become agitated as messages arrive one after another:

"Oops, my niece is on North Street!"

"My grandson said he would come out to play today!"

"My mother-in-law is out shopping with my sister-in-law, wouldn't they happen to meet her?"

"Lady Lorna! Your son is injured!"

"Franz! Go to North Street quickly and tell the little priest—what's his name—to cure my nephew first! He will be rewarded if he is cured, but if he is not cured, I will break his legs!"

The convoy accelerated and accelerated. The crowds were huge and the city was celebrating the Midsummer Festival, so it was not easy to get through quickly. Knight Nolan took the lead and pushed away the crowd. The two team captains around him kept shouting:

"Get out of the way! Make way! Make way for the Lord of the City!"

"I'll beat them to death if they don't give way!" A knight guarding the carriage shouted loudly beside Viscount Joan's carriage. Captain Nolan turned his head and looked around without saying a word. The two team captains did not move their whips either, and just shouted:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Are you kidding me? Little Gretel is already very busy. Give him a bunch of whiplashes and let him live! "

The convoy ran wildly, bumping, with mud and unknown things splashing under the wheels, and finally arrived at the door of the store. The guard knight jumped down nimbly, turned around and helped City Lord Qiao An out of the car. The City Lord stood still, turned around, and immediately arrested people and asked, "How is the situation? How many people died?"

"Report to the Lord of the City!" At the door of the store, the city guard responsible for maintaining order stood straight and spoke with infinite pride:

"So far, no one has died!"

"so far so good……"

Viscount Joan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly rushed into the shop and saw Elder Erwin and the bald bishop on either side, singing healing spells. He immediately stepped forward and thanked him repeatedly:

"Thank you both very much! Thanks to your Excellencies, we saved the lives of these people!"

Elder Erwin nodded in greeting and said nothing. The bald bishop laughed:

"It's not the fault of either of us. When we arrived, Little Gretel had already arranged it. Little Gretel!"

"coming!"

A person rushed over from the red zone. Viscount Joan took a closer look and saw that he was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. The fine linen shirt on his upper body was soaked through, and his chest and cuffs were stained with blood in many places. The wet black hair stuck to his forehead, and streams of sweat flowed down the young man's face.

——He is a young man from an ordinary family. However, the bishop of the God of War Temple is willing to support him, so this cannot be ignored.

Viscount Qiao An thought, nodded solemnly, looked into the young man's eyes and praised:

"Are you Grete? Well done!"

Originally there were three steps: shaking hands, patting on the shoulder, and giving rewards. Seeing the boy like this, forget it, let’s move on to the third step.

City Lord Qiao An reached for the money bag. Behind him, the high priest of the spring water goddess who followed in suddenly spoke in a surprised tone:

"Is it him? Isn't he a magician!"

Magician? Not a healer? City Lord Qiao An paused with his palm. He had heard about Gretel Nordmark. In order to cure the Roman knight's wrist, the bald bishop spoke for him - but what happened to the magician? Got the wrong person?

City Lord Qiao An turned his head and looked back. Just as he was about to ask the high priest, the old magician who was riding with him before staggered into the shop. Looking around, I was immediately surprised:

"Oh, what a magician!"

In the eyes of the old magician, the four-color marks of red, yellow, green, and black on each injured person were clearly visible, clearly the work of magic tricks. There was also a city guard soldier standing by the door, holding up a sign. On the sign were several lines of large Chinese characters in red, yellow, green and black. It was obvious at a glance that it was written using magic tricks:

“Level 3 and 4 priests go to the red zone!

Level 1 and level 2 priests go to the yellow zone!

The priest's apprentice went to the Green Zone to clean the wound and bandage it to stop the bleeding!

Please follow the arrangements and treat according to the marks, so as to save the most people! "

It’s quite interesting!

The old magician couldn't help laughing. He classified the wounded in a priest's way, and then used magic tricks to mark them. The mage apprentice in charge was an interesting child...

"Really a magician?"

Viscount Joan frowned and asked. The old magician smiled and nodded: "Yes, he is really a magician, and he is the new apprentice of the Mage Tower..."

Can magicians also preside over treatments?

Can he also make a group of healers listen to his command?

Could it be that the bald bishop wanted the credit to be given to him?

Viscount Joan hesitated, hesitating, not knowing whether he should question it. And the high priest has already spoken: "You said these things were all done by Gretel? - He is a mage apprentice!"

Within a few words, the nobles had already got out of the car one after another and crowded into a pile outside the store. The shop was cramped, and the smell of blood was strong. Not many people were willing to go in, and they only looked outside the door. After hearing the words of the great priest, everyone whispered to each other:

"Mage apprentice?"

"A mage apprentice does the work of a priest?"

"really?"

"Didn't the Bishop say that this apprentice is in charge?"

"Oh, it's not like you don't know the temper of the Bishop..."

"A mage is a part-time healer? Who would be willing to do that? The temple must be crazy..."

"Yes, you have to teach knowledge and cultivate faith at the same time. How easy is it to work hard for so many years! Just after being taught, you run away to another house. Which temple is willing!"

The discussion became louder and louder, and the suspicion in the eyes of City Lord Qiao An became more and more serious. The hand holding the money bag retracted:

A few gold coins are nothing, but it would be a bit embarrassing to reward the wrong person. What's going on with this kid? An apprentice can do so many things!

"Are you really a mage apprentice? Or a healer?"

Viscount Joan frowned and asked. Grete opened his mouth to answer, but Elder Erwin had already finished casting a healing spell and spoke with a smile:

"Yes, little Grete, he is my disciple!"

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