From that day on, Viscount Seibesh dived into the embassy and stubbornly refused to come out. As for the Oakwood Hospital?
Jointly developing blood type identification magic?
NEVER!
The silver-eyed elf miss was simply too terrifying! Another encounter with her would be fatal! Definitely fatal!
Unfortunately, Viscount Seibesh, who was desperately avoiding the elf miss, still encountered this calamity three days later. The reason?
An inspection activity organized by the council, aimed at various trade delegations.
"Please look, this is the councilâs newly launched âSperm Whaleâ battleship, which is also my new flagship."
Commander of the Magic Councilâs Third Fleet, Knight Sir James Delock, beaming, led the way. Dwarves, barbarians, orcs, several trade delegation members, and accompanying council staff, filed onto the deck, looking around:
This new flagship was a colossal vessel. The ship was 70 meters long and 15.8 meters wide, with three tall masts. The tallest central main mast, Garrett looked up, and up, and up...
"Um, seems like some mathematical formula is needed to calculate this... Let me estimate..."
He raised his right index finger, while his left thumb and index finger framed his other index at both ends, forming a right angle triangle. Just as he began to mentally calculate, Knight Delock glanced over from afar, already smiling with the numbers:
"The main mast is 62 meters high, which means, itâs nearly as tall as a 20-story building. Standing on top of the mast in clear weather, one can see up to 20 li (about 10 kilometers) awayâoh no, miss, donât go up there!"
Too late.
A figure from the delegation sprang up, using hands and feet, quickly climbing upwards. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, in the blink of an eye, she had climbed past three horizontal spars, heading straight for the crowâs nest.
Judging by the agility of the climb and the tail swaying behind her, she was likely a cat person, or possibly a leopard person...
Garrett covered his face.
The orc ladyâs initiative was just too strong.
Climbing was fine, but there was scheduled free visiting time later!
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a nudge at his elbow. Miss Silver Dragonâs delicate voice reached his ears:
"Iâm so envious... I want to climb up too..."
Garrett, without changing his expression, looked forward and pretended not to hear. He just slightly leaned his body to the left, his lips barely moving as he replied to Seraina:
"Go ahead and climb if you want... I really donât want to climb to such a high place!"
"But I want to watch the scenery from the lookout at the top of the mast with Garrett!"
Garrett silently turned his head. A lookout 60 meters high, the size of a palm, where the fierce wind never stopped blowing, to watch the scenery?
Sister, could you be a bit more realistic?
This would be less risky than shouting "Iâm the king of the world" at the bow of Cameronâs big ship!
"Canât climb up? Hahaha, Garrett, your athletic abilities are really poor... But no worries, you can fly up! Even if you fall, I can definitely catch you!"
Garrett sternly dismissed Miss Silver Dragonâs suggestion. Even if he knew how to fly, he wouldnât choose to fly at this time and place!
They followed the group, circled the deck, and slowly toured around. By the time they finished, the catâor perhaps leopardâlady had already climbed down and rejoined the group. The sailors on the ship were also bustling about, quickly hoisting sailsâ
Eventually, on the three masts, over 5,000 square meters of massive sails swelled up. This latest vessel built by the Magic Council, having just completed a voyage to the New World, carried the distinguished guests, cutting through the waves, heading towards the ocean.
After spending most of the day sailing, the âSperm Whaleâ had left the land far behind. The guests of various races who had enjoyed a dayâs view of the sea also returned to their cabins, chatting and waiting for dinner. And in the banquet hall, Garrett was undoubtedly the busiest:
"Gavin! Jenna! Long time no see! How have you been lately? Is Master Talbertâs lung disease getting better?âBy the way, let me introduce you to something great, something Iâve just come up withâcowpox! Once vaccinated with cowpox, youâll no longer fear contracting smallpox!"
"Are you joking? We dwarves, tough as rocks, how could we get smallpox? The diseases that bring you humans down just make us sneeze a few times!"
Gar
rett: ...
Alright, dwarves have either +2 Constitution or +2 Tenacity. Anyway, their resistance to disease is indeed a notch above humansâ. If their constitution was similar to humansâ, theyâd have all died of pneumoconiosis from years in the mines!
"Elder Brock! How about trying the cowpox Iâve developed?âTake a batch back, vaccinate all the newborns in your tribe, and theyâll never fear smallpox again!"
"Are you kidding? In our vast wastelands, only the strongest infants deserve to live, wasting tribal food on the others!"
Garrett: ...
Alright, the wastelands couldnât support so many people, and the barbariansâ constitution was also the result of natural selection...
"Your Highness, would you like to try my cowpox?"
"For whom? The minotaurs?"
Garrett beat a hasty retreat...
Even so, Garrettâs latest medical achievement still received considerable acclaim. The dwarf delegation, the barbarian delegation, all booked times to visit Oakwood Hospital to have their blood tested and learn how to transfuse blood:
After all, one shortcoming of healing magic is that it canât solve the weakness caused by blood loss.
"So, can we and humans transfuse blood with each other? If so, my dear friend, if you lose too much blood, I can support you..."
"Ahahaha..." Garrett looked into the feather-crowned old priestâs eyes and forced a dry laugh. Fortunately, he had many barbarians under his command, and after learning anticoagulant magic, he had already done some research:
"It probably wonât work, the cross-matching would cause clots..."
"That definitely wonât work."
Viscount Seibesh suddenly popped up.
As a member of the blood race, they were carried into the cabin in coffins by fleet soldiers and had just gotten up and dressed to attend the banquet. He picked up where Garrett left off, in a weird tone:
"After all, we donât drink the blood of barbarians unless absolutely necessary. Itâs rough!"
"Proud of not drinking their blood?"
Seraina held a glass of wine and suddenly turned around. Viscount Seibesh, upon seeing her, turned pale and bolted:
Who could tell me why this elf miss was on the ship? Wasnât it said that this trip only hosted representatives from various races? Wasnât it said that those on the ship this time were the same representatives from previous negotiations?
"Hey! Hey, donât run! Where are you going!"
Viscount Seibesh darted out of the banquet hall, fleeing at full speed. Corridors, stairs, deckâthe footsteps behind him grew closer, the girl relentlessly pursuing. In desperation, Viscount Seibesh vaulted over the shipâs side, plunging into the sea with a splashâ
"Man overboardâ"
"Hehe, the little ones are really having fun."
In the guest hall next to the captainâs room, a sixteenth-level great mage, who was responsible for presiding over the trade negotiations, Master Lebron, smiled and raised his glass.
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