Chapter 271

Chapter 271

Three silver stars... Garrett silently calculated in his mind.

Mage badges change color at level five, three silver stars, five plus three, the other party is an eighth-level mage. Even if Garrett calculates as a fourth-ring arcane practitioner—equivalent to a seventh-level mage, he is still one level lower than the other party.

According to the common etiquette of mages, he first nodded slightly to the other party in acknowledgment. The speaker also returned the gesture, then half-turned towards the clergy in the audience seats, bowing gently:

"Throughout, all the healers—servants of the god of nature, priests of the god of war, priestesses of the spring goddess, and the healing mages of the schools of magic—have taken excellent care of our city.

In the city, whether it’s illness or injury, as long as one enters the temple, we can receive treatment.

In the countryside, the servants of the god of nature traverse the wilderness, bringing solace to the villagers between the mountains and fields.

Even the poorest, those with nothing to spare, can receive free treatment. For this purpose, the council allocates 500 gold coins monthly for treatment expenses and 50 gold coins for potions, establishing treatment centers in the port area to provide medical assistance to the city’s poor.

—I sincerely thank all the healers for their dedication..."

He bowed deeply once again. On the listening seats, several high-ranking clergy members smiled and nodded to each other. Behind them, and in the four rows opposite Garrett and the speaker, applause ranged from sporadic to thunderous, almost lifting the roof.

A flush rose to the mage’s cheeks as he waved his arm, continuing his eloquent speech. The applause in the conference hall surged like waves, lasting through three rounds before the mage bowed gracefully to each side and took his seat. The applause persisted for a long time, and the meeting secretary patiently waited for half a minute before raising the gavel and ringing the bell on his right:

"Mage Garrett Nordmark, do you have anything to state regarding the necessity of establishing public health institutions?"

On the podium, the eight members of the review committee exchanged glances.

To be honest, they didn’t agree that the healing power was already sufficient. Just look at the City of Radiance—what it had been reduced to!

But this news was still under wraps. Except for the legendary mages, only a few of them knew that the massive magical ritual that had alarmed the Magic Council was aimed at curing the city-wide plague.

How would young Garrett argue this?

"In the year 1163, 37 deaths from chickenpox, 278 from smallpox, 129 from dysentery.

In 1165, a major cholera outbreak occurred, resulting in 15,237 deaths."

A commotion broke out in the listening seats. Garrett saw the high bishop of the Temple of War nodding approvingly while conversing with Elder Wood. Across from him, in the rear of the mages, voices whispered:

"Yes, indeed, when I was a teenager, there was a major plague once, I spent a summer in the countryside hiding..."

"My younger brother and sister died then..."

"Three people died in my family..."

The mage opposite Garrett’s expression grew even worse. Suddenly, he interrupted loudly:

"Where did you get these records? Over 15,000 deaths—did you count them one by one?!"

"The original records are the weekly death statistics from the City Hall! In the database, records of the past 100 years are kept, and I extracted the last 20 years!" Garrett looked the mage directly in the eye, holding up the papers confidently, rotating them to showcase to the crowd. "Data entry and calculation were done by the Tower Spirits of Thunder Tower. There’s the Tower Spirit’s secret mark in the bottom right corner of the table, which can attest to it!"

A beam of light shot down from the podium, landing on the bottom right corner of the table. With a crackle, a lightning

-like phantom burst in the conference hall, exploding above everyone’s heads. The mage who cast the spell nodded lightly:

"It is indeed the secret mark of Thunder Tower. —Mr. Nordmark, please continue."

Hurray!

Spending 5000 contribution points was totally worth it!

With the endorsement of the Tower Spirits, he no longer had to worry about being accused of miscalculating!

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