Chapter 866: Little Doctor, Carry Your Bag to the Battlefield - A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett: “Aaaahhhh!”

“Release your mental power! Perceive everything around you! You’re a Nature Priest, aren’t you? Can’t even sense a dirt pit! Even Annie Via can defeat you!”

Garrett: t_t

I'm a fake Nature Priest... a fake... Besides, who keeps their environmental perception on all day? It’s exhausting!

“A Mage’s mental power is just like your eyes and ears—part of you! Do you close your eyes when you listen? Do you block your ears when you smell?”

Garrett: “...”

But when I want to hear clearly, I do close my eyes! Don’t they say blind people have the best hearing?

Also, using mental power to observe the outside world isn't like vision or hearing, which have been trained for parallel processing since childhood! My brain can’t handle it! Resonating with nature requires entering a meditative state—it’s so hard...

“Cast spells! Cast spells! When you perform surgery, can’t you cut and heal at the same time? Why can’t you do it while running? Imagine you’re carrying a wounded person, stopping the bleeding while running—”

Garrett: “Aaaahhhh! Bang!”

Oh no, I just slipped while casting a Grease Spell during the run!

“Garrett... seriously, shouldn’t you solidify a Feather-Fall Spell? How many times have you fallen today?”

Garrett and Aurora were training desperately. Not hoping to become super warriors, but at least, in times of disadvantage, when separated from the main force, or being chased, they need to escape and not be a burden.

Bernard was also training desperately. Under Old Morgan’s guidance, he finally broke through to a Level 9 Warrior and was currently adapting to his strength. Every day, he got beaten up terribly by Old Morgan...

Even Old Morgan was training. He didn’t dare train desperately, as his long-deformed spine had been corrected by surgery, and his muscles and fascia needed to be adjusted bit by bit to adapt to the current state.

And he continued to replenish nutrients, making up for the loss of blood and qi during years of hard training, adjusting his state to prepare for another advancement:

Eat!

Eat, eat, eat!

Devouring!

Using the excuse of having Old Morgan protect Aurora, Garrett forced a bunch of magical beast meat on him. Recently, the Mage Tower had opened its supplies, letting them eat whatever they wanted—

Even if they got fat, it didn’t matter, they could afford it!

Anyway, Garrett had collected various levels of magical beast meat under the guise of experiments from the council and the temple, piling up an entire warehouse in the basement of the Mage Tower; even if they finished it, the Silver Dragon lady's leftovers were enough for everyone!

Garrett and the others had about two months left. However, time was running out for the noblemen of Nederland—

The King of Brolin sent his top general, Duke Toledo, leading twenty thousand royal troops in a grand advance.

Among these twenty thousand strong soldiers, more than half had followed the church’s army to land in Kent Kingdom years ago, with exceptional combat strength and firm hatred for heretics. Once they set out, they captured cities consecutively, pushing the front line to central Nederland.

Alongside the royal troops were the Black Knights led by Grand Inquisitor Gravira and a group of divine spellcasters temporarily given by the church, scattered among the royal troops to provide healing and divine support.

The oppressed nobles of Nederland united once again.

“We can’t endure any longer.”

“If we keep enduring, we’ll either be caught and hanged one by one, or everyone will don sackcloth and walk to the Radiant Holy City for a pilgrimage of penance—I’d rather die than reach that point!”

“Earl of Delft was beheaded! General Godfrey was also beheaded! They went to announce the king’s decree, but it was a setup, arrest, and execution!”

“Even if we miraculously survive, what awaits us? Execution of the whole family? Exile? Stripping of noble titles? Whatever it is, what used to belong to us can never be ours again—”

“Fight!”

In the end, all the nobles uniformly turned to the Duke of Nederland, bowed their heads, and pounded their chests with their right fists.

“Honorable Duke, please lead us—as the people of Nederland have been led under the glory of the Tulip family for centuries—”

The Duke of Nederland took a deep breath. He gripped the hilt of his sword, stood tall, and raised his long sword high towards the sky:

“The people of Nederland will never submit to greedy tyranny! We’d rather die free than live in humiliation! Those who call us beggars, let them see the power beggars possess!”

“Long live the beggars!”

The roaring chants from the duke's hall spread to every corner of the castle and beyond, echoing through Nederland:

“Long live the beggars!”

The Duke of Nederland, along with all nobles and wealthy merchants, sold their assets to organize an army. Half were private soldiers, and the other half were mercenaries—

In the vast northern wasteland, many barbarian tribes couldn’t even fill their stomachs. With shiny gold coins, golden grains, and white flour transported in heaps, they could recruit as many as they wanted!

Every adult male barbarian started at least as a Level 1 Warrior; with a bit of training, they could quickly rise to Levels 2, 3, and 4; and when enraged, they could rival human knights without a doubt!

Half a month later, the main rebel force led by the Duke of Nederland faced off against the kingdom’s main force. In one battle, the kingdom’s troops suffered heavy casualties.

“Looks promising.”

“Mages can join the battle now.”

“No, let’s wait and see... The first battle utilized the terrain and was a surprise attack; the kingdom’s main force wasn’t defeated.”

Mages closely monitoring the situation had mixed opinions. Before they could reach a consensus, a second battle broke out in central Nederland, near the eastern region:

This time, Duke William of Orange, the Duke of Nederland’s brother who led a petition to the royal capital, led ten thousand troops and was nearly annihilated, with William of Orange barely escaping with his life.

Losing a large portion of the main force, the Duke of Nederland had to flee abroad, striving to organize more mercenaries for another attempt.

“Are you idiots?!” In the dark forest, Baron Perry Hayes, the Merchant Baron, slapped a tree stump, spitting on the faces of several earls and viscounts:

“Charging at the royal cavalry on the plains? With our limited troops and training, you expect to withstand the royal phalanx with divine support? Don’t you know our strengths? How many of us have undergone rigorous knight training?”

“Then what do you suggest?”

The Duke of Nederland, also splattered with spit, didn’t mind and didn’t even wipe it off, directly asked. Baron Hayes looked at him like he was an idiot:

“Give up the plains! Maneuver around them! In the mountains and forests, I don’t believe they can ride their horses up mountains! And on the sea, release all the fishing boats and stab them from behind!”

“Cavalry can charge on plains, but not in rivers! Dig channels! Build dikes! With Nederland’s low terrain, a slight dig can block their paths with river water!”

“What about our fields?”

“With this year’s harvest, do you still count on the fields? If we don’t drive them out, we’ll have nothing!”

Under Baron Hayes’ planning and agitation, the people of Nederland organized multiple guerrilla groups to fight the kingdom’s troops on various fronts. Farmers in the northern and eastern mountains picked up hoes and retreated into the mountains, forming the “Forest Beggars” unit;

Fishermen in the western and southern coastal areas used their fishing boats as warships, weaving dense nets to intercept the Brolin Kingdom’s ships at sea. They blocked warships and merchant ships alike...

Losses?

Of course, there were losses, and significant ones. However, Nederland’s advantage lay in its numerous small boats and fishing boats, filling the waters.

Using a small boat to take out a big ship, if they weren’t afraid to die, just the nuisance alone could drive the enemy crazy!

Moreover, there were a large number of explosives provided at fair prices by the council—waterproof explosive packs processed with magic, piling up on a small boat, pushing forward with the wind and water—Boom!!!

“It’s time.”

Snowflake-like messages flooded the council. After evaluation and deliberation, the review committee finally decided:

“Deploy our people!—Send mages to join the land resistance squads; send our warships to mix with Nederland’s ships to target and intercept Brolin warships!”

“Also, open coastal shipyards for them to quickly repair ships; open designated areas to allow Nederland refugees, especially women and children, to seek asylum in Kent Kingdom!”

At the command, Garrett and Aurora packed their belongings and headed to their respective battlefields.

“Master, please take care of Aurora.” Before leaving, Garrett clung to Old Morgan, repeatedly reminding him:

“No matter what, make sure he sticks with the team! Don’t fall into traps! If he tries something foolish, even if you have to knock him out and tie him up, bring him back!—Right, should we have Appa go with you? It’ll be easier to escape if anything happens?”

“Enough already!”

Aurora pushed him back impatiently. Appa? With his huge size and wide horns, he was too conspicuous!

At that point, escaping might not even be an option; they’d be targeted

for sure!

“Think about yourself!—Don’t assume you’re safe in the rear! If they find out where you are, believe me, they’ll dispatch an elite force, all over Level 15, to cross the sea and kill you?”

Cirilla grumbled unhappily.

Level 15?

What’s Level 15? If a Level 15 team of five people—no, even ten people came, she could take them all down alone!

She could ensure Garrett stays safely on her back without a scratch!

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