Blood transfusion for a woman in labor?
Garrett blinked and considered the idea feasible. Indeed, many won in labor do need blood transfusions, and often they, or their families, simply cannot afford the cost of divine healing treatnts—
In cases of real need, organizing community blood donations under the banner of dical aid, with the council (or the Black Crow Swamp) providing technical and financial support, even guaranteeing healing magic as a safety net, would be a rational approach to clinical research.
However…
Garrett turned hopefully to the Archmage:
"Are you finally letting
go back to the clinic?"
"Uh…"
The Archmage choked up. Previously, he had brought Garrett to the Sleepless Tower under the pretext of "suspicious activities outside, Garrett needs to stay in a safer place." Now, before the suspect was even caught, to send him back to the hospital imdiately—
The expert who could break through the Ice Wall spell might actually get close enough to kill Garrett!
There’s only so long you can be a thief; you can’t always be on guard. Archmage Grom hesitated and proposed a plan he had long considered:
"Garrett, how about we lure him out?"
"How do we lure him?"
Garrett was clueless. The last spy—the Level 7 assassin he had dissected himself—wasn’t his catch either.
Garrett still didn’t understand what had driven the assassin to enter his bacteriology lab. He only knew one thing:
"We can’t use my hospital as bait! The doctors, nurses, and patients could all get hurt!"
"We definitely won’t set an ambush at the hospital!" the Archmage rolled his eyes. After the vandalism incident that day, he had personally inspected the hospital, and the defensive facilities were practically useless. Could those things even work?!
A Level 4 professional couldn’t even detect it; it was barely a precaution, requiring constant monitoring and manual spellcasting;
An Ice Wall spell trap wouldn’t necessarily cover a person unless under special circumstances;
A few magic circles might maintain order, but would hardly stop a Level 5 knight...
According to the Archmage, the entire hospital’s defenses were less effective than Garrett’s Silver Moon Deer.
"How about this. We find a busy event and have you attend for several days in a row? If that expert is targeting you, he will definitely seize the opportunity..."
"Wouldn’t a busy event harm innocent bystanders?"
Garrett hesitated. The Archmage was prepared for this question and waved it off grandly:
"Don’t worry about that. It definitely won’t be a place with many civilians. Going there doesn’t suit your status, and no one with intent will believe it—we’ll find a place with wealthy people but low density!"
The venue Archmage Grom found was the Nevis City Triennial Expo, organized by the Magic Council and co-hosted by various nobles and rchants. Its main purpose was to showcase local specialties and new products from the Magic Council to facilitate trade.
"So it’s like the World Expo?" Garrett muttered to himself. He quickly flipped through the brochure handed to him by the Archmage and found that the expo did indeed resemble the World’s Fair.
However, the first half-month of the Nevis City Expo wasn’t open to the public. Only exhibitors and people with a certain level of assets received invitations.
Naturally, a mage could get an invitation anyti.
This ant the expo would not be overly crowded. Even if they lured the malevolent individual out, the security wouldn’t be too overwheld.
"And it looks like there are quite a few interesting things…"
Garrett murmured.
Every ti, the expo attracted navigators, naturalists, and shipowners returning from the New World, displaying all sorts of curious and exotic items. Animals, plants, minerals, gems, fossils…
Browsing around might even uncover so useful items. Plus, he could do so shopping with Seraina.
After being dragged to the Mage Tower for several days, he hadn’t seen her; surely the Silver Dragon Miss wouldn’t have run out of patience by now?
Five days later, on the day of the opening ceremony, Garrett, Seraina, and Bernard rode the Silver Moon Deer to the event. As they approached the entrance, Seraina exclaid softly:
"It’s huge!"
The expo was not held in the city center but was situated at the edge of the city, nearly extending to the Whiton Magic Academy. Conjurers summoned earth elentals to level the ground, transmuters summoned golems to construct fraworks, and devotees of the God of Nature accelerated plant growth, creating lush, green walls for the venue.
Seraina cast an Eagle Eye spell, and the magical screen showed an aerial view of the venue, resembling a vibrant green flower:
Five independent pavilions spread out like petals in different directions. Industrial, Agricultural, Museum, Arts, and Magic pavilions each occupied a section. A circular pathway connected the center of the petals,
dotted with nurous white canopies.
Clearly, the dining and banquet areas were centrally located, allowing visitors to stroll and snack after visiting a pavilion.
At the opening ceremony site, two flagpoles stood on either side, with the flags of participating nations fluttering high. The Kingdom of Kent, the Dwarf Kingdom, the Barbarian Kingdom—if the tribal alliance of barbarians could be considered a nation, and the distant Orc Kingdom.
Of course, Garrett suspected that the Orc Kingdom’s participation was not on a national level but rather a group of rchants who were trading here under the kingdom’s flag.
As soon as the opening ceremony concluded, Seraina pulled Garrett, eager to dive in. Almost imdiately, the Silver Dragon Miss, unaccustod to the industrial society, was overwheld:
"Wow! An organ two stories high! Garrett, can I play it?"
"Don’t break it…" The sound of the organ was magnificent! Playing it poorly could embarrass us in the entire hall!
"Wow! A mirror this big on the wall! Hahaha, and there are all sorts of curved mirrors next to it! Look, Garrett, I got fat! Then thin! Fat again! Thin again! And so short!"
"It’s just a funhouse mirror… Co on, let’s go. If you really want one, I’ll order a bunch when we get back, and you can look at yourself all you want at ho…"
Well, he couldn’t afford it, but he didn’t need to. If Seraina really wanted one, he’d just need to produce glucose silver mirrors later, probably enough to trade for countless mirrors…
"Wow! A three-story high crystal fountain! All made of crystal! So shiny! I really want to take it ho!"
"That should be crystal glass…" Garrett sighed.
Even so, to be so transparent and clear, the craftsmanship of crystal glass was indeed strong. Swarovski? As he recalled, their optical glass was also top-notch; maybe he could place an order later…
"Wow! That crystal chandelier has thousands of crystals, doesn’t it… When lit, it’s so beautiful… so beautiful… like countless rainbow-colored stars… I really want to hang one like this at ho, it would be absolutely beautiful…"
Seraina looked up at the crystal chandelier overhead, unable to move a step further. Silver dragons have no resistance to beautiful, shiny objects, especially when a chandelier is both beautiful and sparkling, hitting all her cute spots.
Garrett tried to drag her away, to no avail; tried to persuade her to look at the next exhibit, but the Silver Dragon Miss seed not to hear at all. As the crowd around the crystal chandelier thinned, and more people began watching the elf lady, he whispered:
"I have a smaller one in my villa, if you want, we can take it down…"
The industrial pavilion was about two hundred ters long and one hundred ters wide, surrounded by a ten-ter-wide, two-story gallery. The exhibits in the pavilion were divided into machinery, instrunts, chemicals, textiles, tals, glass, musical instrunts, and many other categories, easily numbering over a thousand.
Seraina lingered, spending a full day inside, especially fascinated by the glassware, precious tals, and gems. Garrett, tempered by modern industry, wasn’t easily impressed, but he found the expo quite interesting:
Especially those life-sized golden clocks, two-ter-high crystal candlesticks, and intricate tapestries large enough to cover a wall…
Fully embodying the aesthetic of "big is beautiful," "expensive is beautiful," "piling up gold and gems is beautiful." Simple and crude, but undeniably, this kind of beauty strikes straight to the soul.
After wandering dazedly for a day, they set off on ti the next day, riding the Silver Moon Deer through the streets and entering the Agricultural Pavilion. The exhibitors here were mostly the surrounding farms and lords from further afield:
The village with particularly excellent cheese, the farm with especially high milk-producing cows, the place with pumpkins over half a person tall…
Even a side hall was filled with the scent of wine and bustling with people. Garrett inquired and learned it was a union of hundreds of vineyards from across the kingdom and even from nobles across the sea, currently grading wines.
Judging from their tone, they seed intent on identifying a batch of top-tier vineyards—first, second, and third-tier vineyards, with future wine pricing based on these grades.
Wine tasting wasn’t Garrett’s forte. As for his companions, Bernard was only good for guzzling, and Seraina—if the Silver Dragon Miss got drunk, who knew what might happen…
Garrett dragged them out of the Agricultural Pavilion, talking them into moving to the neighboring Museum Pavilion. After passing two display tables, he spotted a large crowd nearby, clamoring:
"Mr. Otto, co see what this is!"
"Everyone, calm down, let Mr. Otto identify it! He’s a renowned naturalist!"
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Sothing unfamiliar?
Garrett’s curiosity piqued, he cautiously approached. Across the display table, the naturalist with slightly graying temples and thin lips looked up, locking eyes with Garrett, his keen gaze shining brightly.
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