CHAPTER 723: THIS NORDMARK MAGE... PAH!

Even when working towards the same goal, different departments have different ideas and interests. Garrett wanted to cure that child;

Archmage Edgar wanted to promote this experiment of curing hunchbacks—this technology could be used in creating many undead creatures;

And Mrs. Alva thought, why not have the couple conceive another child? That would solve the problem!

"How can we make them have another child? Can this technology be taught? ...Uh, or you could teach a trusted student, and we’ll protect them to do it?"

Garrett: "..."

"Wait, what’s going on over there?" Archmage Edgar asked for him:

"What’s wrong with that lord? Why can’t they have children? You haven’t told him anything, how is young Garrett supposed to make a judgment?"

Your Excellency, you are truly a good person! But why do you look so sleazy?

In front of a lady, please be a bit more reserved, Your Excellency!

Fortunately, Mrs. Alva was experienced—any mage who rose to high positions in the charm department had to be good at grasping people’s emotions. Faced with Archmage Edgar’s sleaziness, she remained unmoved. She smiled slightly and said calmly:

"He won’t say, and our people can’t ask too much. But since Mage Nordmark said there’s a possibility of treatment, I’ll have them investigate further?

—Of course, the premise is, you have to explain the method in general..."

Garrett silently turned his head.

He would never say it, at any time.

Not to patients or their families, not discussing with medical colleagues, not even in teaching students. Explaining assisted reproductive techniques to an unfamiliar elder of the opposite sex...

NEVER!

I’d rather write a paper, write a PPT, write a report!

Garrett chuckled:

"I’ll go back and write a document! With detailed graphic materials, your people can explain to the other side. Otherwise, what if something gets lost in translation?"

"Oh..."

Mrs. Alva responded softly, looking Garrett up and down, a mysterious smile forming on her lips.

Garrett: ...What are you looking at? I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable! As an old doctor for decades, if I really start talking, you might not be able to keep up with my stories!

"Then I’ll leave it to you!" After a moment of eye contact, Mrs. Alva quietly withdrew her gaze:

"Is there anything else you need help with?"

"...If we really want to save that child, a lot of experiments are needed, you just need to cover the experimental costs..."

"No problem!" Mrs. Alva promised without hesitation:

"I’ll find a few children with similar symptoms and send them over! What else do you need?"

Cover experimental costs? No big deal! Military expenses, special action costs, these have always taken up a large part of the parliamentary budget. Not to mention Garrett has a clear purpose and can report expenses truthfully. Even if he inflated the costs, they could cover it!

Special action costs often come with no evidence and no specific inquiries about their use.

"The patient is not urgent..." Garrett calmly waved his hand:

"Let me do some experiments first, and also, I need to study the examination methods..."

Garrett returned to the Mage Tower, writing and drawing. Soon, the document he created was delivered to the Earl of Ostend across the strait, in the form of a chip.

"This is a document personally created by Mage Nordmark."

The action personnel sent by the Magic Council was a young girl who looked more like a farm girl than a mage, thin and unremarkable. She held out a wooden box with both hands, placing it on the table:

"Recorded with magic crystal, input magic to view. The madam is also a caster, you can operate it yourself, I won’t disturb you."

With that, she turned and left. Only after she hurried out of the room did she feel her cheeks slightly warm. She placed her hand on her cheek and spat softly:

"Pah!"

Fortunately, she had seen it in advance. Otherwise, how could an unmarried girl like her explain such things to a couple!

The countess and the earl looked at each other. After a while, Earl Ostend approached the table, intentionally or unintentionally shielding his wife behind him. His body flared with light, drawing his long sword and prying open the box lid—

Inside the black velvet lining, a palm-sized chip lay quietly, without any sign of explosion.

The countess stepped out from behind her husband, glanced at him sideways, and smiled gently. Then, she used a mage’s hand to pick up the chip, concentrating slightly, and the chip glowed...

"Ah!"

Her hand trembled, and the chip fell. Earl Ostend, on high alert, pulled his wife behind him, crossing his sword in front of his chest:

"Be careful!"

"...It’s okay." The countess calmed herself, picking up the chip again. She frowned slightly, couldn’t help but scold:

"That Nordmark Mage, how could he!"

He started by explaining how children are conceived, without any prelude, and with pictures!

And the pictures moved!

She steadied herself before outputting magic again. Light spread, outlining text and three-dimensional images in the secret room. The images could be magnified, rotated, with every part labeled.

Garrett used silent illusions to create vivid three-dimensional structures, even touchable. Of course, the countess would never touch them!

She’s already touched the real thing enough!

Earl Ostend watched intently. When the image showed the production, transportation, and release of sperm, he quietly held his wife’s hand;

When it showed how his already nonfunctional part should work, he looked at his wife with a complex expression;

When a long needle was inserted deep into the body, between the bladder and rectum, he shivered, reflexively clamping his legs...

"This method seems quite painful, let’s wait a bit longer." The countess understandingly squeezed back:

"Oh, it says here...verification method...use boars and sows? Extract essence from the boar and inject it into the sow? But who would do this?"

"Don’t even think about it!" Earl Ostend turned to glare at his wife. His voice was loud, but his grip on her hand was gentle, fearing to hurt his beloved wife:

"My wife must never handle boars!"

Thus, the decision was made. Whether to send their eldest son for treatment, wait for further news from Nevis; whether the earl himself would undergo treatment, wait for verification results. Then...

"Do you believe what they said about a great famine next year? Should we renovate the warehouse and stockpile food?"

"...Better to stockpile?" Earl Ostend hesitated briefly, his mind quickly leaning towards the other side of the strait:

"Having food in hand always brings peace of mind. Even if there’s no famine, the stockpiled food can be used to brew beer!"

Similar conversations echoed in various places across the strait.

Duke of Nedland, Duke of Saxony, Earl of Askan, these nobles not very close to the Radiant Church and flirting with the Kent Kingdom, all received the notification—

There will be a great famine next year!

A severe famine, leaving lands barren, grass barely growing!

To avoid large-scale starvation and significant loss of power in their territories, it’s best to start stockpiling food now!

Of course, whether they believed it or not, and what actions they would take if they did, was another matter.

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