Chapter 478: Stealing chickens without success, Mr. Viper sneaks into the hospital?

Since someone was attacking Garrett’s hospital, the meeting naturally couldn’t continue. Garrett immediately excused himself to return, and Archmage Grom also decided to adjourn the meeting and followed to see for himself—

After all, it was the little guy personally mentioned by the Immortal. One should take a closer look. They dared to attack a medical facility, what wouldn’t those people dare to do?

Huh, in his long life, he had seen people throwing stones at the temple doors more than once. Attacking a mage’s medical facility, however, was indeed a first. What, do they think mages won’t kill?

Mages are not there to heal you! They are not like the temple folk who, nominally, have to act “merciful”, “compassionate”, and “godly caretakers of the faithful”...

Archmage Grom arranged the schedule for the next meeting and exchanged a few pleasantries with Count Agar, then leisurely descended the stairs. Standing at the entrance of the White Tower, he saw a white figure, amid swirling dust, charging into the wilderness—

Garrett waited for no one, having Bernard lift him onto a deer back, and he sped off into the distance.

“Really, what’s the rush?”

Archmage Grom shook his head, casually casting a spell to summon a phantom steed. Beside him, an emergency response team from the emergency management department, comprising two mages and five knights, was fully equipped and ready to depart. The team expanded outward, surrounding the Archmage to protect him as they hurried away.

Of course, ordinary horses couldn’t match the speed of a Level 8 magical beast, the Silver Moon Deer. Garrett led the way, as fast as lightning, rushing back to the hospital. Just stepping onto the street in front of the hospital, from afar, his face darkened:

The entrance of the hospital was swarmed with a dense crowd. The entire wide street, at least as wide as a four-lane road, was completely blocked from about fifty to sixty meters on the left to fifty to sixty meters on the right. The crowd was shoulder to shoulder, chest pressed against back, chaotically shouting:

“Kill the devil healer!”

“Death to the black-hearted healer!”

“Sucking our blood and sweat money! They even want to turn us into cows!”

“Smash this place! Destroy it!”

As they shouted, they pushed and shoved their way inside. If there were dead bodies, drawn circles, and people in mourning attire weeping, it would definitely look like a major medical dispute.

—Where’s the security? Where are the police?

At the entrance of the three-story building, barbarian security guards lined up. The barbarian nurses that Seraina had recruited hadn’t even changed out of their nurse uniforms before they had rushed out to join the security guards’ battle formation.

Barbarians, averaging over two meters tall, faced the less than one meter seventy human poor. Just by standing there, they formed a wall of bronze and iron.

Garrett breathed a sigh of relief. Not bad, the hospital’s defense forces were still sufficient for now—

At the other end of the street, the city guards under the city hall had arrived, blowing whistles vigorously to prevent more people from approaching. As for the crowd that had already gathered, they seemed to have no good solution, and it was up to the hospital side now.

The barbarians apparently hadn’t received orders to attack, merely holding their shields high above their heads, forming a wall to keep the assailants out. Those shields, they looked a bit familiar?

Garrett squinted to take a closer look and realized they were long wooden planks, about half a foot wide, nailed inside a frame—case solved, those were the bed boards from the hospital beds.

Well, against these poor, nothing worked better than bed boards—not kite shields, not square shields, not tower shields...

Just as Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the rioting crowd swinging their arms, clanging and clattering, throwing all sorts of improvised weapons. On the bed boards, on the hospital walls, immediately leaving one smear after another:

Mud, dirt, horse dung, dog shit...

Impossible to find rotten vegetable leaves or cabbage stalks, spoiled eggs or rotten tomatoes—they needed those to eat! Even if they were spoiled, they would still be eaten, definitely not thrown!

“Damn it!”

Garrett exclaimed aloud. My medical beds are dirty! My hospital is dirty!

This volley, how much effort will it take to clean it up! Research work would have to be paused by at least half, all the mage apprentices had to be pulled out to cast cleaning spells!

Garrett was furious. The Silver Moon Deer beneath him also sensed its master’s anger, lowered its head, ready to charge into the crowd: Foolish humans! A direct charge to disperse

them would do!

Clip-clop, clip-clop. The deer’s hooves tapped the ground, scratching three times. The Silver Moon Deer’s legs bent slightly, its head poised to charge, while across the hospital, in ragged clothes squatting by the wall, Mr. Viper Areszo’s eyes stealthily lit up:

A great opportunity!

A huge opportunity!

Worrying about how to get close to the target, and he’s charging into the crowd himself! Amid the chaos of the crowd being trampled, it’s perfect for getting close enough to strike with a knife!

“Stop fighting! The healers here are good people!”

Mr. Viper shouted—his voice almost drowned out by the crowd, barely audible as he dropped a broken bowl and leapt into the crowd. Dodging left and right, in a few quick moves, he already slipped like a fish into the very center of the crowd.

Diving deeper, he crouched down, letting others cover him so as not to be noticed by the target!

“Oh no! Don’t hit me! The healers here are good people! Really good people!”

Far off, the sound of the Silver Moon Deer’s hooves hitting the ground grew closer and louder—huh, why isn’t it coming over?

“Stop! Stop it! Don’t do it!”

Mr. Viper didn’t have x-ray vision in the crowd and couldn’t see the outside scene. In fact, just as the Silver Moon Deer was lowering its head to charge, Garrett quickly leaned forward, grabbed the deer’s neck, and forcefully pulled back:

These people don’t deserve to die!

Scold them, order them to clean the streets, at most detain them for a few days, that’s the harshest punishment possible!

Besides, with the city guards here and the White Tower alerted, the council’s enforcement team would likely arrive soon. Just maintain order at the scene, let the officials arrest people, don’t act on your own!

Garrett’s physical strength was virtually nothing to a Level 8 magical beast. Fortunately, the Silver Moon Deer gave face to its master, snorting hot air from its nostrils, gradually slowing down, stopping not far in front of the crowd. Well, the master was too merciful—what’s wrong with trampling a few bad people—

Facing the direction of the giant deer’s run, the crowd slightly shrank back, then pushed forward again. More than one voice shouted:

“It’s him! The one on the deer! It’s him who swindled our money! Kill him!”

With a thunderous sound, the crowd at the hospital entrance collectively turned towards Garrett. Garrett shivered, quickly patting the Silver Moon Deer’s neck:

“Turn around! Let’s go back through the back door!”

The Silver Moon Deer abruptly turned. Its antlers, over three meters wide, drew two large arcs, forcing back the closest troublemakers, its hooves clattering as it turned and fled.

Mr. Viper: ??

Don’t run!

What am I supposed to do if you run? We were so close!

I didn’t expect you to be this kind of mage! Faced with people smashing your hospital, your first thought is to run, not to fight? Another mage would have already thrown out a fireball!

He hesitated for a moment, quickly retreating, trying to leave the crowd without a trace. Not far from the hospital entrance, the barbarian security’s shield wall suddenly opened a gap, and a clear male voice rose up:

“Release!”

No sound of bowstrings, no sound of catapults, no whirring of slings. Just the sudden tearing of a scroll and a suddenly rising incantation tail. Immediately following, Mr. Viper Areszo felt a chill instantly permeate his body—

Terrifying!

Extreme terror!

As if walking alone in the dark night, a ghost exuding cold air pounces on the back of the neck;

As if on a battlefield, facing a blood-stained blade coming towards the face;

As if a young child hiding under the bed, listening to the continuous screams of parents and family, watching blood slowly seep under the bed...

Areszo swayed, barely stabilizing himself. However, in front, behind, to the left, and to the right, the poor who had just been shouting and smashing, now began to scream loudly, running around like headless flies.

Fear spell...

It’s a necromancer’s first-tier magic, Fear Spell! Instantly instilling tremendous fear in the hearts of the affected, causing them to lose their reason and start running!

This magic, in one-on-one combat or small group battles, can effectively break the opponent’s formation; but in a crowded environment, it has another effect...

When three, five, or about ten people in a dense crowd start to run frantically, it’s very likely to cause a stampede!

Mr. Viper Areszo was stepped on five or

six times in an instant. All around, screams and shouts rose, and the physically weak had already been pushed down. From afar, he heard the deer’s hooves, rapidly returning, and the young mage on its back shouting loudly:

“Disperse! Dispel the magic effects! Calm them down!—This could cause accidents! People could die! Quick!”

Dispelling is easy, calming is hard. Whether it’s a Fear Spell or a Terror Spell, the duration isn’t long, and even without deliberate dispelling, it’s only a matter of a few seconds. But calming down a panicking crowd is not so simple—

Necromancers, necromancer apprentices quietly retreated, the shield wall’s footsteps scrambled, priests took their places, beginning to earnestly release Blessing Spells, Inspire Spells, and the like. Even the barbarian security guards, at a command, dropped their shields and rushed into the crowd, trying to separate the panicked people.

Alas, fear is contagious. Once a Fear Spell is cast, only one person is hit; but when he screams and runs, stepping on a few others, the affected instantly becomes three, five, ten.

Garrett shouted from above, and by the time the priests came forward, the fear had snowballed. In an instant, everyone was shouting, everyone was running. From a high vantage, Garrett saw, in the crowd, three or five had already fallen—

This was going to be a disaster!

“Save them! Save them!” he cast a Voice Amplification Spell on himself, shouting into the hospital. While shouting, he quickly pondered:

How to stop them? How to stop these people from running wild? Mass Healing Spell? No, remove group fear? Can’t do it; Quicksand Spell? Grease Spell?

Got it!

Garrett’s eyes lit up. He quickly slapped his spatial bag, pulling out a small bundle of soft spiderweb, pointing forward:

“Web Spell!”

Tough, sticky, dense spiderwebs, in an instant, spread across the entire street. Whether it was the endlessly running poor or those being crowded and almost trampled to the ground, all were firmly stuck in the spiderwebs, unable to move.

I’d like to see you run now!

Web Spell, the first tool to prevent stampedes!

Garrett clapped his hands in satisfaction. Barbarians started rushing in to drag people out, carrying door panels, first picking up those who had fallen and carrying them into the hospital. Far away, the city guards finally blew their whistles, stepping forward to negotiate, ready to help. Garrett raised his hand to stop them:

“Wait, wait, wait! It seems someone is injured, let me check first, treat those in critical condition first!”

Huh?

Treat people?

Mr. Viper Areszo’s heart stirred, obediently lying in the Web Spell, clutching his stomach, loudly groaning.

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