A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 235

Garrett excitedly returned to the laboratory.

The necromancer who sat beside him during the meeting actually helped him out. On the first day of his request, by the third night, he stuffed him with a bunch of various molds. Mold in the corner, under the eaves, forgotten mop, moldy cloth, unfinished melon, forgotten bread in the drawer...

Green, blue, half blue and half green, half green and half blue...

With such a large pile of various molds, he would definitely be able to cultivate penicillin!

Garrett didn’t even wait for the banquet to end. After listening to the band play five songs, seeing the big shots leaving one after another, he hurriedly slipped out. It wasn’t until he got on the carriage that he had a chance to fill his stomach: a piece of fish fillet in his left hand, a meat patty in his right hand, gnawing, gnawing, gnawing...

On the way back to the laboratory, all was quiet, and there was no light in the nearby houses. Bernard was already sleeping soundly. When he saw Garrett come in and open the door, he opened his eyes, then turned over and continued sleeping.

Garrett didn’t bother to wake him up. He changed into protective clothing by himself, layer by layer opening the airlock to go in, ready to put the mold back into the red zone first. Making the culture medium, inoculating, and then putting these molds in, this task was too big, it couldn’t be done in a short time, so tonight’s task was just to put the molds in...

The chains rattled. The airlock opened. The sound of machinery whirred, and Marcus Breno suddenly turned around in front of the iron cabinet, gripping the dagger tightly.

- Someone came in.

Should he hide?

Should he use shadow jumping to temporarily leave here, wait for the other party to leave, and then come back to search?

Or - simply take the risk, rush out to hold the intruder, and interrogate them about the location of the treasure?

Marcus listened intently.

The singing outside the room was getting closer. Amidst the pounding of his own heartbeats, it sounded so light, so carefree. Lucky, Marcus thought, that little mage, he seems completely unprepared...

And he didn’t bring his barbarian followers. Marcus carefully identified it. In such a big room, there was only the sound of the footsteps and singing of the little mage. A few days ago, he had personally confirmed in the restaurant that the little mage was only level three, which meant that as long as he acted fast enough and had good luck, he could subdue the other party before alarming the barbarians -

Then, the entire treasure of the dragon would be open to him.

Marcus silently leaped up. His hands and feet spread out, hanging upside down on the ceiling, motionless.

Spider-walking technique allowed people like them who moved in the dark of night to move on the walls and ceiling like spiders. If that little mage would enter the treasure room, then, as soon as he entered the door, he would strike unexpectedly -

He patiently waited, like a spider casting a large net, waiting for prey to arrive. Outside the room, the footsteps of the little mage were getting closer, one step, two steps... Suddenly, the footsteps paused, followed by the little mage’s surprised voice:

"Huh?"

What’s wrong?

Did he notice something?

Marcus’s heart tightened slightly. Everything he touched along the way, the footprints left behind... No, he didn’t touch anything, the floor was clean, there would be no footprints left. Each door was casually closed, the curtains outside the door... The curtains...

He did pull them closed, but, perhaps they didn’t return to exactly the same position! Even a slight wrinkle, a slight unevenness, might be noticed by the little mage outside!

No more waiting!

Marcus leaped out. The dagger gleamed, and on the sharp blade, reflected a creature dressed inexplicably, with a long bird beak on its head.

Garrett suddenly stopped. His hand reached for his waist bag, grabbing a tube of potassium permanganate, while his other hand reached forward, making a casting gesture.

Marcus immediately halted his steps. Dragon’s Breath! The little mage’s Dragon’s Breath, which had once consumed a ninth-level knight’s Dragon’s Breath, was coming!

But he came prepared this time. The thief took out an amulet and squeezed it hard. A red light silently rose, weaving into a semi-transparent barrier, firmly protecting him inside.

Hmph, this is the flame shield given by the court, didn’t expect it, did you? This shield can absorb fire magic, enough to withstand one, even two Dragon’s Breaths! You’re just a level three little mage, without your trump card, let’s see what else you’ve got!

Garrett’s palm, however, did not emit flames. Instead, his right hand closed into a cone shape, facing the thief with a forceful jab. The firelight on the shield gently fluctuated, Marcus’s head spun, feeling his ears buzzing, as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.

Garrett had no intention of using Dragon’s Breath this time.

What a joke, this room was full of bacteria he had cultivated, one blast of fire would blow up half of the glass culture dishes! All his hard work for these days would be ruined!

If there’s going to be a fight, at least let him retreat to the dissecting room! There’s open space there!

So Garrett released another spell. Engraved in his mind during his advancement to a second-level mage, the "Ultrasound Magic" derived from the meditation environment.

Colorless, invisible, and silent - as long as the power and precision of the ultrasound were strong enough, this attack magic would burst eyeballs, burst hearts!

Have you heard of the Ocean Knife?

This is a bigger one!

Of course, Garrett couldn’t achieve the high precision required, such as hitting the eyeballs of a moving target four or five meters away. So he adopted a strategy of headshots: he simply enlarged the circle of ultrasound to the size of a face, then tried hard to increase the power, increase the power, increase the power...

The flame shield had no response to the ultrasound attack. Garrett’s blow did not waste any, all of it landed on Marcus’s face.

The thief’s head tilted back. If he didn’t have the physical strength brought by the advanced physical profession, he would have fainted on the spot. Even so, Marcus wiped his nose and ears with a hand, but also wiped a hand full of blood.

What is this...

What is this!

Garrett still aimed his hand at him, stepping back, retreating step by step. Marcus gritted his teeth and bent over, starting to run forward. Turning left, turning right, falling to the ground, leaping up...

Several quick feints in succession. Garrett’s vision was dazzled, and in his field of vision, he immediately lost sight of the enemy’s location. He accelerated his steps backward, but suddenly, there was a great force in front of him, pushing him backwards -

"Damn it!"

Agility really can’t compare to combat professions! If you can’t create distance and kite the opponent, then it’s

dead!

Garrett fell to the ground, cursing silently. In front of him, Marcus Breno was swearing out loud:

"@#$%&*......"

What did this little mage bring with him! Just now, the dagger didn’t even touch that strange robe!

Garrett: "..." Why do you think I wouldn’t cast a shield! When mages fight, they should at least cast multiple layers of defense for themselves, Mage Armor, Shield Spell, Resistance Enhancement, this is the basic!

Just now, that blow only broke my Shield Spell!

Garrett rolled on the spot and huddled in the corner. Just as he was about to cast the shield again, his pupils suddenly shrank:

The enemy in black clothes and a black scarf covering his face didn’t rush forward again, but instead casually waved his hand, knocking down seven or eight culture dishes towards him!

"Don’t—"

Garrett screamed. These were bacteria! Bacteria!

All kinds of pathogenic bacteria he had cultivated! In just this house alone, there were enough Class A and Class B types to assemble half of the infectious disease list!

You’re just throwing them casually!!!

Garrett temporarily canceled the Shield Spell. He clenched potassium permanganate in his left hand, extended his right palm flatly, and fiercely spewed out blazing flames, sweeping forward!

Clap, clap, clap, clap!

The vessels shattered, glass flew horizontally, agar, bacteria, and spores vanished silently, turned into ashes.

Garrett had deliberately controlled the range of the spell, not to sweep the shelves nearby. However, at that moment, more culture dishes flew up, the entire wall shelf was lifted up by the thief, crashing down towards him!

Damn it!

Do you want to die!

I’m wearing protective clothing, with a bubble spell, you’ve got nothing but a piece of cloth covering your face! And you’re still throwing things at me!

Garrett was furious. He could have used Teleportation to escape immediately, but at this moment, he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to take down the enemy quickly. He cast another Shield Spell for himself, knelt on one knee, and tore off his gloves. His fingertips were exposed in the air, stretched outward, holding a wisp of breeze:

"Induce—"

In this room, all the bacteria and spores floating in the air, let me -

Multiply!

Accelerate!

Grow!

All the culture media spilled out, they are your nutrients!

Clean up later! There’s plenty of white fire! Plenty of disinfectant! I’ll deal with you first, kill you, and then clean up!

A faint green light surged. Under Garrett’s raging anger, he cast the spell with all his might, and the divine art of multiplication swept through the air, the water on the ground, and even the thief’s body wrapped in black clothes. On his clothes, on the dagger, and even on the thief’s scarf, clusters of mold soon appeared.

Marcus was stunned.

As a guardian of the Radiant Church, he had also seen similar dark arts and even killed one himself - when he slit the throat of that priest of the dark god, the dark priest was kneeling on the ground, trying to sprout green wheat seedlings.

But there was not a single plant in this room, not even a hint of green. What is the other side doing? What does he want to grow to deal with me?!

Before he could finish his thought, he suddenly felt a itching in his chest, followed by intense pain. Marcus instinctively bent over, coughing violently. Letting go of his hand, he looked down and saw his palm covered in blood.

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What kind of dark magic is this... is it a plague spell... Is this little mage, a necromancer?

I need to kill him quickly, if I don’t act now, I won’t be able to leave here alive today...

Marcus rushed forward suddenly.

The black light on the dagger shone brightly, and all his strength, all the constant divine arts of the dagger, were launched, wiping towards Garrett’s throat. This cut was without reservation, and the effect was astonishing. The Shield Spell, the mage armor, silently cracked open, the thick leather protective clothing was cut open, and the bright dagger continued to penetrate -

"Boom!"

Marcus was thrown outward. In front of Garrett, a force field shield silently popped up, firmly protecting the owner inside.

Endless Ink Pen.

When the owner’s constant mage armor was broken, the force field shield would be automatically triggered.

Inside the shield, Garrett looked at Marcus with fear, glanced at the crack in his protective clothing on his throat, then decisively cast teleportation, the light flashed, and he disappeared without a trace.

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