A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Is the world's will favoring?

Garrett Nordmark's heart skipped a beat.

If there really was such a thing as the world's will, he, a trespasser, was probably the least favorite of the world's will. Was his reputation negative from the start?! So, his path to advancement was different from othersprobably save one person first, and the world's will, in appreciation for his act of saving, grants him a tourist visa; save three to five more people, and the tourist visa turns into a green card; develop new healing methods, and permission for citizenship?

So, if the affinity between spiritual power and elements increased, it meant the world's will found him pleasing and granted him a bit of authority?

Wait a minute!

Now is not the time to draw conclusions! Garrett struggled to prevent himself from wandering thoughts. With too few samples, he needed to level up at least two more times!

To level up, he needed to learn first. After seeing off the old mage returning to the council, Garrett, without hesitation, plunged into a sea of books.

Promoted to a first-level mage and an additional level as a priest, the books and subjects he needed to study immediately increased significantly. Pitifully, there were downsides to leveling up quickly. The magical apprentice had not finished memorizing the magical history, continental geography, magical flora and fauna guides, alchemy, and potion-making. Having dual professions meant double the effort. In the dimness of the mage tower, Garrett, oblivious to the passage of time, studied relentlessly. In just over a month, the messenger from the magic council was sent.

"Garrett Nordmark?" The newcomer, a man in his twenties, appeared weary, with a waxen complexion and black hair hanging like a curtain over his forehead for who knows how long without washing. The embroidery on his robe had three wands, indicating that he was a third-level mage.

He received a document from the knight behind him and handed it to Garrett, saying, "The council is initiating a plan to gather young, promising low-level mages for special training. Master Lorenz recommended youlast month, your paper passed review and was selected for this program."

Passed review?

Garrett was a little excited. He clenched his fist with force, revealing a big smile: Passed review! Published an article! In his past life, publishing an article was incredibly challenging, especially those with an impact factor above five, often requiring one or two years of research, preparation, writing, and often multiple revisions. It seems that publishing articles is easier when standing on the shoulders of giants...

This sincere joy also infected the newcomer. His waxen face twitched, and he forced a stiff smile:

"Prepare yourself. In two days, come with me to the magic council."

"Alright!"

To welcome the messenger from the magic council and to bid farewell to Garrett, a small feast was held in the mage tower. During the feast, Garrett heard news that could neither be described as good nor bad:

Sir Roman, dead.

"Dead?" Garrett was stunned. "How did he die?"

"It's said to be suicide." Mage Karen treated this gossip as appetizers on the dining table, saying with relish, "He died miserably, with all his blood drained! According to my servant, he committed suicide in the temple's secret chamber, using blood to draw a large inverted pentagram, lying on top of it!"

Dead...

Garrett stared blankly at his plate.

On the plate, there were fragrant roasted chicken, runny fried eggs, golden-brown and snow-white inside fried cod, and sweet-smelling blueberry jam. Each item was easily accessible in his past life but unaffordable when he first arrived here two months ago.

Two months ago, he was a new recruit in the city guard, and Sir Roman wanted to conscript him for a search operation. He couldn't resist;

Sir Roman directed the gargoyle toward him, and he luckily dodged it, but he had no qualifications for revenge;

Sir Roman had the temple send people to arrest him, and he barely escaped with the protection of the big shots...

And now, he could casually treat the life and death of Sir Roman as gossip.

"Suicide? Why?" Mage Elliott chewed a piece of bread and asked vaguely. Garrett shrugged:

"His right hand was useless. He asked me to heal it, but I couldn't."

"That guy who tried to harm you?" Mage Elliott suddenly realized. Without waiting for Garrett's answer, he put down his right-hand knife and gave a thumbs up:

"Well done! You shouldn't have healed him!"

Garrett smiled bitterly. He reluctantly defended himself with "I really couldn't heal him," and Mage Elliott impatiently waved his hand, looking like he would believe anything Garrett said. He then asked Karen:

"And what about the temple? Will they cause trouble for Garrett?"

"Where could it be! The temple has gone mad!" Kallan made a disdainful gesture. He grinned maliciously, his golden hair shimmering.

"The temple is going crazy. The High Priest leads a group of people in exorcisms every day, almost tearing down that secret chamber! I heard, when they found that guy, all his organs had turned into black water. The ground was about to corrode!"

Black water? Corrode?

Into the underground?

Garrett was startled. He anxiously grabbed Kallan and inquired, "Will the water source be affected?"

"How could it be!" Kallan waved his hand nonchalantly. Seeing Garrett still frowning, he chuckled and patted Garrett's arm.

"What are you worried about? The Spring Goddess's Temple is there to purify water sources; that's their specialty! Besides, it's none of our business. Do you even know where the Mage Tower's water comes from? It directly connects to the Water Elemental Realm!"

"What..."

Garrett was stunned.

The Water Elemental Realm?

Such a high-end thing?

Does their Mage Tower directly connect to it?

"You don't know this?" Kallan, the mage, was also dumbfounded. "Right, you've just leveled up not long ago. It's not yet time to learn about Mage Tower-related matters... But you've been quite diligent these days, haven't you? Not even bothering to inquire about any news?"

Garrett grinned awkwardly.

These days, he had read a stack of half-sized books, learned five spells and three divine arts, completed two experiments, and had one ongoing. Even during meals, with a fork in his mouth, he would be thinking about spell models. Forget about inquiring about news; he didn't even know what he was eating...

"Ah, don't bother about that! It's been about ten days since that guy died. If something were to happen, it would have happened already. If nothing happened, then nothing happened!"

"But..."

Garrett's brow didn't relax. The spread of an epidemic takes time, brother! Even for an intense infectious disease like the plague, from a tiny outbreak to an explosive spread, it takes time!

He finished his meal with a heavy heart. Stepping out of the restaurant, a waiting servant hurriedly approached, bowing deeply.

"Magician Nordmark! There's someone named Raymond looking for you. He says he's your neighbor and it's urgent!"

Raymond, the big brother?

What urgent matter?

Is it related to the knight Roman's death, and his family is blaming Uncle Karen's household?

Garrett was surprised and quickly descended the stairs. Raymond was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the Mage Tower, his brows furrowed in anxiety. Seeing Garrett, he rushed up, grabbing Garrett's shoulder painfully.

"Little Garrett! Save Auntie! She's fallen seriously illcan't find a priest anywhere!"

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