A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 871: Who to Let Garrett Fight?

As soon as the old man in the black robe spoke, the expressions of the people around him involuntarily changed slightly. The hooded man instinctively shrank back, then quickly returned to his original position after realizing his mistake.

The strong man tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

The long-armed man touched the pouch at his waist, his fingers moving as if to pull something out...

Only the elder with the prayer beads wrapped around his wrist remained silent. He didn't even move his eyes, keeping them downcast as if he were solely focused on repeatedly reciting prayers in praise of the Lord. What did the man in the black robe say?

How did the others react?

Sorry, he heard nothing.

The old man in the black robe was accustomed to his teammates' reactions and was not offended. He rolled his eyes sinisterly—more black than white in his eyes—and said coldly:

"Have you all not looked at the target's profile? A healer, soft-hearted, concerned about the lives and health of civilians—where is the best place to tie his hands? Of course, among a group of villagers!"

In an instant, the gazes of his three teammates and the spy also changed slightly as they looked at the old man in the black robe. He continued coldly with his planning:

"Of course, it's best to throw a few sick people among the poor, the difficult, and the dangerous ones, to drain his healing power. While he's fully focused on healing, especially when his power is heavily consumed, that's when we strike."

"And then?"

The warrior stepped forward, his voice low, worried about alarming the surroundings but still boiling with a bit of anger:

"If we fail, do we use the civilians as a shield, betting he won't strike back hard?"

"So what?" The old man in the black robe rolled his eyes, looking half-dead:

"We are here to complete the mission and then return alive. Do you want to pity those lowly people and drag us down?"

"You—" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Wilson brothers, watch your attitude." The elder with the prayer beads spoke for the first time, but he wasn't addressing the old man in the black robe, but the strong man:

"Our target is a heretic who has repeatedly blasphemed against the Lord's glory. To achieve our goal, we may use certain methods. Moreover, those below are all people who refuse the Lord's light—"

The strong man fell silent, bowed his head, and made a prayer gesture over his chest. The elder said softly:

"For the glory of the Radiant Lord."

"For the glory of the Radiant Lord!"

The others echoed in unison.

Led by the spy, the five descended the thorny path in single file. Shortly after leaving the mountaintop, a colorful bird flew out of the bushes, chirping as it flapped away.

Moments later, a middle-aged mage with a rosy complexion quietly appeared at the deserted mountaintop.

The colorful bird landed on his shoulder, chirping and squawking. The mage tilted his head to listen, and without chanting or making hand gestures, nor setting up a magic array, a wave like water ripples appeared in front of him, revealing the six figures from before.

The sound replayed simultaneously, every word and action, every dispute, and how it was resolved, without a single word missing.

"Oh dear, oh dear..."

The middle-aged mage watched with a smile, nodding and shaking his head in turn, clicking his tongue in admiration:

"Not a single mistake... Nordmark is indeed like this. Hmm, should I let these people through?"

He tilted his head and pressed the bird on his shoulder. The bird immediately stiffened, its feathers flashing metallic. The mage said to the bird:

"With us watching, it's safer than letting him go out on his own and suffer setbacks..."

"Better not." Suddenly, a bright figure appeared, a woman in a long dress with a serious face. She listened to the replay for a few moments and shook her head:

"Garrett is very soft-hearted. If civilians were hurt because of him, he'd be devastated. Let's intervene mid-way and let them encounter outside the village."

"You're his senior sister; it's your call." The middle-aged mage spread his hands amiably:

"Shall we set some obstacles together? Or find a reason to draw Nordmark out so they encounter outside?"

"No need, I'll handle it." The woman in the long dress, a 16th-level thunder mage named Philby, waved her hand indifferently:

"You've been patrolling this area diligently, no need to trouble you further. These people are at most level 13; I can handle them alone."

"Then I'll be off!"

The middle-aged mage waved his hand, and his figure vanished in a flash. Senior Sister Philby gazed down the mountain, and after a moment, a smile tugged at her lips:

"Better let fewer through... Garrett is not good at fighting. His little silver dragon is strong but inexperienced. If too many come at once, they might be overwhelmed... Hmm..."

She flickered and disappeared from the mountaintop. On the path below, the spy led the group of five, whispering as they walked:

"From here is the closest way down, but it's dangerous... Up ahead is a narrow curve with a cliff on one side, so be careful..."

"Stop talking and move faster!" The hooded man snapped impatiently. As a rogue, this path was nothing to him: at level one, he could traverse it freely; at level three, he could run along it.

If not for being in the Kent Kingdom where spies are hard to find, he wouldn't tolerate this guy's whining!

The air grew colder behind him. The hooded man shivered and reached out:

"I'll carry you! Just point the way!"

"Hey!"

The spy instinctively dodged. But in doing so, he stepped into thin air and rolled down. The hooded man was startled, lunging to grab him, but his foot caught on something. Just like that, he was short by a hair:

"Ah—"

The spy screamed as he tumbled down. The hooded man leapt after him but had terrible luck this time. By the time he found him, the spy was lying face down in the woods, twitching, no longer groaning.

The hooded man cursed his bad luck and reached out to lift him. Only then did he see a long, hard branch had pierced the spy's eye socket deeply. Red and white, it stained at least half a foot.

"Damn..."

He resignedly lifted the body and leapt back up the path. The elder with the prayer beads took one look and shook his head:

"He's beyond saving."

He then strode forward without a backward glance. The old man in the black robe crouched down with interest, spreading his fingers over the spy's forehead. The black robe rustled, and countless tiny black bugs crawled out, pouring into the spy's orifices.

The hooded man shivered, carefully stepping back. He had just turned when he heard:

"You stay to lead the way."

"Yes, Your Grace."

The hooded man bowed respectfully. The heavy footsteps ahead marked the two warriors flanking the bishop. The hooded man sighed and stayed within sight of the old man in the black robe, hugging the mountain wall silently.

Please hurry up...

Please hurry up...

He silently chanted, his heart suddenly pounded as if missing a beat. Startled, he tried to call out, to warn, but felt weak, unable to move.

His last consciousness faded, seeing the old man in the black robe silently fall.

"Oh, Garrett's electric current spell is really useful."

In the silence, a soft laugh rang out. Mage Philby slipped in, surveyed the three fallen bodies, and nodded in satisfaction:

"This spell consumes less than similar lethal spells, and is silent and traceless. If I wanted to take down these two before, I'd need at least two fifth-level spells..."

Garrett's spell was only level two. Even increased to level three to penetrate high-level defenses, it struck perfectly. It couldn't kill but could stop hearts in an instant. For those around levels 9 or 10, with weak bodies, it was perfect.

She walked on air, electric light underfoot, touching the black-robed elder and the hooded man. Then she casually waved, sending them off in another direction.

"Clean up the traces, create a fake target, eliminate suspicion." She hummed, controlling the two bodies to roll down a bit further before collecting them:

"Now to watch their movements and draw Garrett out!"

She stealthily followed, watching the church action team track back. The warrior and archer flanked the bishop, wary.

The experienced level 16 mage smiled, laid a barrier to conceal magic waves, and teleported. She appeared outside the village where Garrett worked, changed her form, and took out a letter:

"Urgent message from the council for Mage Nordmark! I must go to the next stop!"

Handing it to the guard, she summoned a low-level magic horse for show and sped off.

After a few turns, she dispersed the spell, became invisible, and found a comfortable rock to sit. Enjoying the wind, she set up tea and snacks for an afternoon tea:

"Encounter or ambush, this is the only path. Garrett, you better step up!"