A Hospital in Another World? C.280

This hearing ended with Garrett’s great victory. When the meeting ended, the Archmage representing the Review Committee for the Protection System announced the establishment of the Public Health Department. The applause from the audience was like a torrential rain—

The leaders of the commercial guilds, in particular, applauded vigorously.

There was no way around it. Garrett not only controlled their profits but practically held their lives in his hands.

If this little mage was unhappy and labeled them as "lacking social responsibility," or postponed the evaluation of "safe products" and "reliable products" by two months, allowing their competitors to get certified first—

Then nobody would survive!

So, even though they had been criticized before, everyone had to curry favor with Garrett. Whether they had been named by Garrett and saw the road to wealth right in front of them, or whether they hadn’t been named or directed by him, they all searched for opportunities everywhere:

"Which school of magic does Mage Nordmark belong to?"

"Who is his teacher?"

"Where does he live? Are there any relatives in Nevis City?—Hmm, how can we send gifts to him..."

Garrett didn’t know that someday, or for a period of time, there might be a constant stream of people coming to give gifts. At the moment, he was being led by the magicians of the Review Committee towards Igor Peak. The great mages even summoned a magical carriage, rushing as fast as they could, as if afraid of being blocked halfway.

"No need for this..." Garrett looked around. He hadn’t even said a few words before being dragged away so urgently!

He hadn’t greeted Elder Wood or thanked the High Priest of the Temple of War. Oh right, there was also that female knight. Last time during the castle-wide physical examination, he was taken away by Archmage Carlisle halfway through, leaving her hanging. The follow-up work was completed by Elder Wood for him!

The female knight helped him today!

"Is it necessary?" Old Sam followed closely beside him, never leaving his side. The Archmage representing the Protection System chuckled on the side:

"If we don’t drag you away now, countless families will come to snatch you. Not to mention the followers of the Nature God, I bet the High Priest of the Temple of War would love to grab you and hide you away.—Hey," he patted the necromancer in the front seat:

"Do you agree?"

"That’s right." The necromancer in the black robe greedily glanced back at Garrett. "This little guy is really something. I didn’t expect that without our help, you could make those merchants bow down. Hey, Old Sam, let’s make a deal. How about we take him to Black Crow Swamp? You name the conditions!"

"Get lost!"

The abjurer on the Review Committee spat fiercely.

Garrett smiled and lowered his head. He had seen this kind of exchange countless times before. At first, he was nervous, afraid that the great mages would fight, but after seeing it many times— he just regarded it as emotional communication. It was the old transmuter shaking his head and sighing on the other side:

"You’ve really gotten yourself into trouble, little Garrett. Do you understand about those organs, grapes, wine, salt, iron smelting, sulfuric acid? When all those guilds come knocking at our door, we’ll need someone to go out and guide them..."

Garrett blinked and laughed. Old Sam glared at him forcefully:

"Do you still have the heart to laugh? Even if they’re just merchants, the council can’t just take their money for nothing! When their donations come in, if you can’t guide every one of them, you should at least be able to guide two or three, right?—If there’s anything you don’t understand, speak up now, and we’ll allocate resources to research it!"

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"What’s wrong?"

"But, I really understand all of those... at least I know the direction! I have a general idea!"

"Hand it over!"

Garrett confidently reached out his hand. With his palm facing up, he extended it in front of Old Sam’s eyes, one shake, two shakes, three shakes.

"When the project is approved, give me the Mage Tower! Where’s my tower? Also, it was agreed that when the project is approved, the rent for the Tower Spirits will be included in the research funds and waived for me! Get the approval document! I’m going to the loan department to clear the accounts!"

The members of the Review Committee looked at each other and laughed one after another.

The necromancer of the enchantment school knocked on the wall of the carriage, and the magical carriage immediately turned. With the wheels rolling, soon, everyone stood collectively on the mountainside, overlooking the chosen site for Garrett’s Mage Tower.

The more Garrett looked, the more satisfied he felt. Even though the Mage Tower had just laid its foundation, it didn’t prevent the corners of his mouth from curving up little by little.

This Mage Tower was satisfactory in every way!

Garrett personally chose the location of the Mage Tower. According to the requirements of Laboratory P4, the tower should be located downwind from the city, downstream of the river, to prevent any leaks from endangering the city.

However, Nevis City had prevailing southwest winds year-round. Warm winds collided with Igor Peak, turning into rainwater and forming streams. If it were placed downwind, it would be equivalent to going upstream of the city...

After much deliberation, Garrett had no choice but to place it southeast of the city, separated from the city by a ridge. Transportation was still convenient, just across the hill was the train station. A path was cleared through the bushes and paved with stones—or rolled twice with "Fossil to Mud" and "Mud to Stone" spells. With magical horses driving, crossing the mountains took less than half an hour.

A separate stream flowed down from the mountaintop, passing near the Mage Tower, winding into the sea, making it convenient for Garrett to set up a pasture and raise experimental animals nearby. Pollution from the pasture could also be easily dealt with by digging a settling pond and a filtration pool, just a simple water purification solution.

"How about it? Are you reassured now?"

Garrett was lifted onto a Shadow Stallion and effortlessly descended the mountainside, standing next to the foundation of the Mage Tower. He walked around the foundation happily, sometimes standing up, sometimes squatting down, sometimes touching the ground. Then, he returned to the side of the committee members and raised the first question:

"Is this ground made of solid stone?" He hadn’t seen such large stones when he came last time! And they were seamlessly integrated, without a trace of gaps. Were they whole stones or...

"What else?" The old transmuter glared at him. "Who said we must make it waterproof, and that it must not leak, or it would cause a disaster? These large stones were turned into mud and then turned into stone again using a magic array. The bottom two layers are only 9 meters deep, and the foundation goes down to 15 meters below! "

"Oh, thank you so much!" Garrett quickly bowed. The stone structure under his feet was dense, with fine textures, looking a bit like obsidian—perhaps it was basalt? Anyway, it looked sturdy and waterproof. The

old mage snorted and pulled him aside:

"No need to thank me, just make sure to cause us less trouble in the future. Kid, take a good look. This is advanced ’Mud to Stone’ magic, different from the ordinary version, and it shapes different kinds of stones—up!"

With a wave of his hand, the mud beside them flowed and moved closer. It stood up, transformed, and solidified. Soon, a dark, smooth stone wall stood before Garrett.

Fine powder fell from the gaps between the old man’s fingers. Garrett crouched down to look:

"Sand... lime... water... Wait! ’Fossil to Mud’ is used to make cement walls! Can we change the formula?"