A Hospital in Another World?

As soon as Olga spoke, people rushed to clean up. Some tied up the captives, others carried the injured, and still others cleaned the battlefield.

Garrett and his group were then invited to a large estate surrounded by walls, not far from the Crow Inn, where they were treated as honored guests.

Even the Silver Moon Deer Apa was taken care of by someone assigned to wash and comb it, and it was fed the freshest grass and fruits, with eggs mixed into its corn kernels.

"What a treatment! Is it someone you’ve healed before?"

Seraina curiously poked Garrett. Garrett smiled reassuringly at her, then turned to ask Olga:

"I haven’t seen your husband since I treated him last time. How is he? Has he regained his sanity and clarity?"

"Thank you for your healing, Horik has recovered and is able to return to the battlefield," Olga said with a generous smile.

"The Thinker" Olga, a woman who leads her tribe with the abilities and wisdom of a caster, explained:

"He has gone out to battle, not in Anniya. Otherwise, he would have come to thank you in person."

Garrett politely did not inquire about her adversaries or whether she needed help. He had heard a bit about it in Akula; barbarians say they are going out to battle, but in fact, they are going out to raid.

Nearby, they raid the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom;

Farther away, they raid the Norman Kingdom, which also worships the Radiant Lord but is ruled by another religious order;

Even farther, it is said they raid into the Orc Kingdom.

Elder Brock and their eastern tribes, it is said, raided the Rhine Kingdom and then sold the captives along the waterways to the Orc Kingdom.

Recalling the past, Garrett’s Kent Kingdom had also been raided more than once by fierce barbarian warriors swinging their axes. In fact, the capital had been trampled several times...

If it weren’t for the rise of the Magic Council, which united various forces to fiercely battle the barbarians and continuously made alliances with powerful tribal leaders. At least, the coastal areas and the capital of Kent Kingdom wouldn’t have been so peaceful.

So, it’s better not to ask about the adversaries. What if, by bad luck, you raid someone you know? Would you help them, or fight them?

Just pretend not to hear, wait for people to return, and then provide healing if needed!

Garrett simply smiled and asked about Horik’s recovery:

"Does he have headaches, dizziness, nausea?"

"Does he experience ringing in the ears or blurred vision?"

"Any neck soreness, fatigue, unsteadiness in his steps?"

As a healer, Garrett asked these questions, and Olga openly shared everything. After a round of questions, Garrett carefully advised:

"Having suffered this injury, your husband should take care in all aspects in the future. Avoid overeating or consuming too greasy foods; do not overexert himself or exert too much force all at once; keep emotions stable, and take care to keep warm when going out in cold weather..."

The Thinker lady laughed and noted down his advice, raising her glass to Garrett with a sincere smile:

"You are Horik’s lifesaver, and thus a friend to us all. I had already instructed them to report your whereabouts as soon as they found you. Yet these foolish boys couldn’t find you, and you were deceived by a spy, for which I am truly sorry."

"It’s nothing..."

Garrett tried to be polite for a few more words. To Olga’s right, a young man with five or six freckles on his nose, already dissatisfied, muttered:

"But you spoke of a black-haired, black-eyed human mage and his warrior followers. What they reported to me was a beautiful elven lady riding a deer and her two companions..."

"Dorey!"

Olga scolded. Before she could utter more rebukes, Garrett had already laughed:

"Ah, it’s nothing. My presence is indeed a lot less noticeable than that of a beautiful elven lady, isn’t it?"

Laughter erupted in the hall. Garrett spread his hands amidst the laughter:

"After all, a white deer standing two meters at the shoulder and nearly four meters across with its antlers spread, is more eye-catching than I am, naturally!"

"You really are..." The female caster draped in white wolf skin couldn’t stop laughing. As she was laughing, suddenly a young man rushed in, came up to the female chief, lowered his posture, and hurriedly whispered a few words.

Olga listened with a smile, her expression unchanging. After a long listen, she turned to Garrett and sighed seriously:

"The one who sent you the message... might no longer be alive. My people interrogated the imposter, and he revealed the location of the body; someone has

already gone to check."

Garrett’s expression darkened. He took the magic badge and letters handed to him by the young man and slowly caressed them, unsure of what to say. After a moment, he stood up and said:

"Thank you. ...Please send someone to take me there; he died for me, and I want to bring him home."

"There’s no need for you to go personally." Olga smiled reassuringly:

"Our people will take care of it and bring him here. There are many spies active outside now; before your ship arrives, it’s safer for you to stay here."

Garrett remained silent. Soon, Olga’s attendants brought more news:

The "Albatross" had docked at the port of Anniya seven days ago, with Third Mate Gerlant Pope disembarking to wait for Garrett. As for the ship itself, it continued its patrol, expected to return to the port in about ten days.

The person who killed the third mate was a spy from the Radiant Church planted in Anniya’s port. Taking advantage of the third mate’s vulnerability, he captured him and interrogated him for information. He also attempted to act against Garrett but was unfortunately exposed.

Moreover, according to the spy, a team from the Radiant Church will soon arrive in the Northlands. What exactly they intend to do, he did not know...

"Could they be coming for me?" Garrett speculated. Olga, sitting opposite him, said seriously:

"If they are coming for you, you should stay here a few more days. Once your ship arrives at the port and you board it, there will be nothing to worry about. —Rest assured, we’ll handle anyone who tries to act against you in Anniya’s port!"

Three days later, the "Albatross" concluded its patrol in the north and arrived on time at the port. The captain, with two subordinates, familiarly came to the Crow Inn.

One was to look for his own third mate, and the other, of course, was to inquire whether Garrett had arrived and if they could immediately set sail.

He quickly got his answer.

"So... this guy Gerlant... didn’t wait for us..."

The red-haired captain stood in silence for a long time. He stood before the body wrapped in white cloth, his fingers trembling, several times he wanted to lift the cloth to see his comrade’s face, but each time, he ultimately shrank back.

"Sorry... I came too late..."

Garrett whispered by his side. The captain shook his head:

"It’s our fate. For men of the navy, dying in battle is not disgraceful. Sir, please give me a few hours to arrange his burial. I promise it won’t delay our return voyage."

"Wait... aren’t you taking him home?"

"Seamen, unless they die as they are about to dock, are rarely fortunate enough to be buried on land."

The captain’s face was grim. With a wave of his hand, two sailors stepped forward and carried their comrade’s body. Garrett quickly intervened:

"Wait! I have a space bag! —I’ll take him home!"

The weathered-faced captain’s expression softened momentarily. He moved his lips, removed his hat, and bowed deeply to Garrett.

A magician with a space bag, his ship had carried more than one; but no one except a necromancer had ever been willing to take away the body of an ordinary sailor...

"Alright, Sir! We’re going home!"

He turned to lead Garrett out. Polite to the barbarians, and when he saw the beautiful elven lady, he maintained a perfect gentleman’s composure. However...

"What is this..."

He pointed at the large Silver Moon Deer in front of him, his fingers trembling, his voice somewhat broken:

"Is it coming with us?"

"Ah, this is Apa, my mount." Garrett blinked guiltily, trying to add a bit of merit to the beast with antlers over three meters wide:

"Please, take it with us. I’ve prepared its food for the journey; it’s all in the space bag, you don’t need to worry about it..."

"But our guest rooms, the captain’s quarters, the cargo hold, none have doors wide enough!!!"

In the end, it was Miss Silver Dragon who solved the problem. She casually cast a shrinking spell, and the over two meters tall giant deer instantly became small and cute. As for whether it was convenient for Apa to move around in its original form in the cargo hold...

"Are you all made of wood? Run! Clean the cargo hold!" The captain shouted, hands on hips:

"Lord Apa is a tier-eight magical beast, his combat power is stronger than all of you idiots put together!"

Hurriedly, a large group of sailors, each carrying a bucket or cloth, ran off.

"Uh, it’s really not necessary for everyone to go to so much trouble..." Garrett showed an embarrassed smile.

He followed the crowd down to the cargo hold, waving his hand randomly:

"Cleanse! Cleanse! Cleanse!!!"

That night, a longship with a narrow body and pointed ends at both ends led the way, cutting through the moonlit sea surface. Under Olga’s command, the most capable sailor personally steered the "Albatross" out of the harbor.

All night long, after leaving the bay, the "Albatross" opened its sails on the open sea, heading southwest. Sticking close to the coast for half a day, just as the coastline was about to disappear, it crossed paths with a high-speed boat flying the flag of the Rhine Kingdom.

Garrett stood at the ship’s rail, peering through a telescope at the fluttering flag on the mast, silent for a long time.

Behind him, the captain coughed deeply.

"Fortunately, Sir, you arrived ahead of time. These ships are always troublesome; we have to fight every time we encounter one at sea."

The "Albatross" sailed away. Riding the cold wind from the Black Gate Peninsula, it circled the southern tip of the peninsula and headed full-force to the east. In just three days, it crossed the deep sea and reached the eastern coastline of the kingdom.

After another full day of sailing, Garrett finally stepped onto the solid ground of Nevis Port, holding his mage’s robe.

In front, Lynn and Aurora, two long-lost friends, stood shoulder to shoulder, greeting him with warm smiles.

"Garrett, you’re finally back... um... who is this?"

Garrett sadly realized that he had fallen out of favor in his friends’ eyes in just a second. Whether it was Lynn or Aurora, their attention had drifted to Miss Silver Dragon...

Only the Golden Skeleton by Lynn’s side clacked its jaw, its hollow eyes still staring at him.

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