A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 907: Unexpected War Outcome

"Well, this little bird is something I made when I was young. A little toy."

Elder Tapros spread his hand with a smile. The small bird immediately flew to his palm, chirping and hopping around like a shiny black comma.

"It can traverse thousands of miles to deliver messages for you, and ordinary confinement

"Well, this little bird is something I made when I was young. A little toy."

Elder Tapros spread his hand with a smile. The small bird immediately flew to his palm, chirping and hopping around like a shiny black comma.

"It can traverse thousands of miles to deliver messages for you, and ordinary confinement and confusion spells can't stop it."

The elder slightly bent his fingers, and a beam of light extended from his fingertips, forming a light screen that enveloped the bird. The Lord of Thunder nodded in praise:

"An exceptionally powerful confinement spell. Garrett, learn well."

Garrett tentatively stretched out his finger and poked it. The light screen did not break but indented inward. Cirilla quickly glanced at their expressions and secretly flicked her finger—

With a "whoosh," a small air bullet hit the light screen, causing a ripple, but still showing no signs of breaking. The bird flapped its wings twice, then suddenly crashed through the light screen, landing on the table.When it broke through the screen, it was the size of a sparrow. By the time it landed on the table, it had grown to the size of an owl. Its wings flapped up and down, covering the three-tiered dessert tower beneath it. As it took off again, it continued to expand:

The size of a pheasant, the size of a peacock, the size of a golden eagle...

Finally, it folded its wings and swooped down like an arrow, shrinking back to the size of a sparrow.

The table was now empty, with not a trace of the dessert tower, coffee cups,

coffee spoons, or even a single crumb left.

"That was my favorite set of tableware..."

The Lord of Thunder muttered lowly. Elder Tapros paid no attention, smiling warmly:

"Yes, it can grow larger to carry items. The exact amount it can carry, you'll have to explore yourselves. It can also carry people—protecting them inside its belly for long-distance travel or breaking out of chaotic battles."

If it can carry "a few people," it should be able to hold ten cubic meters or several tons of stuff, right?

Garrett speculated silently. The elder smiled and stood up, patting him on the shoulder:

"There are some of my notes and journals inside. You can read them slowly. Additionally, it can enhance your connection with nature, assist you in spellcasting, or bring you useful food and herbs. If you have any questions, you can use it to communicate with me..."

With that, he turned and walked a few steps before leaping off the cliff. His arms spread wide, his body quickly shortened and widened, feathers sprouted, and he transformed into a giant eagle, flapping his wings and soaring into the sky.

"Garrett, remember to stay in touch with nature!"

Garrett watched him fly higher and farther, eventually becoming a small dot and disappearing from sight. Stay in touch with nature... It seems like I have a lot more homework to do t_t

The Lord of Thunder quietly watched until this legendary druid of the Nature Church flew away. Then he pulled out the flying carpet and stepped onto it first. The group followed suit, and as the carpet rose, heading north, the Lord of Thunder began to advise:

"You've chosen a good direction to strengthen. The higher you go as a mage, the more it requires your thinking speed and calculation ability. To expand your meditative world as much as possible, interacting with the external world to promote its materialization, calculation ability is fundamental..."

"Besides that, try to expand your meditative world. Pay attention to the differences between the mage's perspective and the druid's perspective... Of course, ultimately, you should base it on your own understanding..."

"Studying fifth-ring spells generally means mages can't learn everything, as it's easy to bite off more than you can chew... However, when choosing your main spells, it's still necessary to consider other related schools of magic..."

"Your performance in this battle was good. With a bit more combat experience, you won't be in much danger while traveling. The war is over, and you're now a ninth-level mage. It's time to get out and see the world..."

"The war is over?" Garrett suddenly interrupted. "Teacher, do you mean the war against Nederland is completely over? What's the situation now?"

The war in Nederland, or rather, the war, had indeed come to an end. Since the massive explosion in Kallas City, the destruction of the Cathedral of Consolation, and the heavy casualties of the team sent by the Radiant Holy City, the Brolin Kingdom had undergone unexpected changes:

In central Brolin Kingdom, a group of high nobles led by Duke Arden declared independence, establishing the Capet Kingdom and crowning Duke Arden as the first king.

"What? Is that even possible?!" Garrett's eyes almost popped out:

"The Radiant Church doesn't care?"

"They'd like to," the Lord of Thunder snorted lightly. Archmage Byerbo explained for his teacher:

"Firstly, Duke Arden has legitimate grounds—he is a descendant of the ancient Salic Empire's emperor. Oh, it's said that the Radiant Church's current direct territory was once a gift from one of the Salic Empire's emperors..."

Uh, okay. According to this world's rules, it seems Duke Arden can indeed become a king. Garrett turned his curious gaze to his senior brother:

"And secondly?"

"Secondly, you know the Brolin royal family has been severely hit—the army sent to Nederland suffered heavy losses, and the royal family declared bankruptcy, seemingly unable to recover yet. They want to suppress the rebellion, but they lack the strength."

"So the Radiant Church won't help the royal family suppress the rebellion?" Garrett immediately asked. Archmage Byerbo showed a mocking smile:

"Kallas City exploded, the divine array in Six-Link City was destroyed, and the divine power stored there was exhausted. As for the churches in those central territories—guess how many priests and bishops come from the local noble families?"

Garrett thought about the priests from the War God and Spring Goddess temples and understood the situation well. He counted on his fingers:

"So now the situation is, the royal family can't afford to pay or exert strength, and the church doesn't want to work for free and can't mobilize enough power. By the way, does the Radiant Church doctrine include 'loyalty to your king' or something?"

"Not really," Archmage Byerbo searched his memory with difficulty:

"There is, however, a saying like 'Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and unto God the things that are God's.' In short, what the Radiant Church can do is probably just mediate, mediate, and try to mediate..."

The group laughed together. Garrett drew on the carpet, sketching the Brolin Kingdom's terrain, and suddenly exclaimed:

"If the Capet Kingdom declares independence, the army sent to fight Nederland will be cut off from their homeland!"

"Yes, so they're in big trouble... I guess the Brolin King is now worried about how to bring that army back... Whether asking the Capet Kingdom to let them pass, going through the Rhine Kingdom, or taking the sea route..."

Any way would be a huge hassle. Garrett clicked his tongue. And the longer they negotiate, the bigger the problem of provisioning the army becomes...

Just thinking about it, Garrett felt the Brolin King's head must be about to explode. Cluster headaches, migraines, tension headaches, maybe even trigeminal neuralgia, all hitting at once?

"In short, the Capet Kingdom has declared its establishment—taking this step, they won't back down easily." Archmage Byerbo looked softly at his junior brother:

"With it as a buffer, Nederland might seize the opportunity to establish its own nation. The continent will be in chaos for some time, including the allocation of ships to the New World and the division of the four major governorates, which will take years to sort out."

"In the short term, the Radiant Church shouldn't have time to bother us. Whether it's the Kent Kingdom or the New World—"

He gazed far into the sunset. Garrett followed his gaze westward, murmuring silently:

"Yes, the New World... How is Brother Lynn doing? It's been so long without news..."