The conference room suddenly became quiet.

The group of nobles invited by Gretel are all over 40 years old. They have fought in the palace, fought on the battlefield, managed territories, and experienced coups.

Everyone is instinctively alert to all kinds of ups and downs, conspiracies and plots.

If it was just a group of big-headed soldiers who didn't know the truth, they might just be instigated by the stakeholders to give Gretel a bad look; however, something was wrong...

"What on earth is it?"

Gretel raised his voice and asked. Bernard shook his head:

"I don't know, boss. You'd better come out and take a look. Mr. Thomas said it's best not to open this thing indoors..."

A group of people filed out. When they walked to the open space outside the administrative building, they saw a group of Army soldiers with their heads downcast, tightly wrapped in spider webs, and Navy officers and soldiers watching with wide eyes;

The priests of the Spring Temple stood far apart, wearing as much protective magic as possible on their bodies. The security guards carried homemade shields and stood in front of them;

In the open space in the center of the crowd, the medical mage Mr. Thomas commanded two invisible servants to raise a cocoon formed by the spider web technique. A hole was opened in the upper part of the cocoon, and there was a shining light inside, as if there was something suspicious.

Appa stood next to Master Thomas, his whole body muscles tense, as if he was ready to pick up the Master and escape at any time. Bernard came closer to Gretel and explained:

"At first, Appa stopped people from letting them pass..."

Smart Apa, keen Apa! Gretel gave Silver Moon Deer a thumbs up, waved his mage hand to scratch it, and threw a [Detection Magic] over:

Well, although this magic is used by Gretel as an X-ray every day, its real function is to detect the presence of magic items and magical creatures...

Look, there it is.

A bright light flashed in the meditation field of vision, and the brightness was especially obvious in the hole where the cocoon was dug. Gretel threw another identification technique:

"...Fireball Technique."

"What?!"

Several voices asked questions at the same time. Gretel's face was solemn:

"Back off! Back off! Get out 20 meters away! Mr. Thomas, transport this guy out to the open space outside the back wall!"

Without his order, the female priests of the Spring Temple quickly dispersed. Appa lowered his head, nudged Master Thomas with his nose, and tried his best to urge:

Move it away! Move it away! The boss has spoken, move this thing away!

Mr. Thomas leaned next to the Silver Moon Deer with a serious face, instructing the two invisible servants to keep their steps as steady as possible so as not to shock the thing. Gretel took a deep breath:

"The identification technique tells me that this is a fireball spell. As for whether it is a fireball spell scroll or a related magic device, whether it is detonated by the person holding it or remotely detonated, I cannot tell for the time being."

"He wants your life?!"

Viscount Garter's face looked a little ugly. If he wanted to kill the Nordmark mage, or if he wanted to use a fireball spell at the Royal Maternity and Infant Hospital, the nature of the matter would become more serious.

It's even possible. This is to cut off the Queen's medical assistance and to murder the Queen!

Next to Grete, the royalist nobles all had solemn faces, and knives almost flew out of their eyes as they stared at the cocoon. The cocoon squirmed a few times, seeming to have heard Grete's story, and suddenly began to scream:

"What? Fireball? Why fireball? They told me it's a shield! It's something used to protect your life when you're attacked by a spell!"

There was silence for a moment. Then, Viscount Garter let out a long sigh:

"Can you hand that guy over to us? This conspiracy seems to involve the queen. We have to dig deeper. Don't worry, the royal family will definitely give you an explanation, and the army will also give you an explanation..."

Grete shrugged.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it. In fact, he really wants to get rid of this kind of dirty work of torture, interrogation, and probing the conspiracy behind it immediately without looking into the patient's allergens or the source of the disease.

But the problem is, handing people over like this...

"...Wait a minute? Invite a magician from the Royal Mage Corps. I don't know how to remove this thing tied to him!"

If there is a bang when it is transported halfway, even if it does not kill the interrogators or transport personnel, but who does it count if it kills this person alive?

What? Let Grete get started and dismantle it?

Grete said, I am not a bomb disposal expert, let the professionals do this kind of explosive disposal!

So the cocoon had to be left outside the back wall of the hospital. Gretel looked around and shouted:

"Cerella!"

"Hey!" Miss Yinlong jumped out excitedly and geared up:

"Do you want me to demolish it? I'm not afraid of it exploding! I'll do it!"

"..." Stop! Not to mention whether it will be injured, even if it is removed safely, it may not be a good thing!

You know, the way this kind of thing is made may also have a personal imprint, which may become an important clue! At worst, you can also use magic to track it!

"Serila... go and take a look around to see if there is anyone suspicious..."

"Ok, no problem!"

Miss Silver Dragon paused on the spot and flew into the air. She rose, leveled, and flew outward. Gretel raised his head and watched her leave, murmuring:

"...The king can fly, right?"

"It should be fine, right?" Master Thomas's eyes were duller than his:

"Well, there are slums near the hospital. No one will care about it anyway. You should just fly wherever you want..."

Gretel left a group of people to guard the "cocoon" and sent the medical staff to do what they were supposed to do. After a while, Cerela came back with a sigh and fell to the ground:

"Nothing was found..."

She was dejected. If she had a tail, it would probably have hung to the ground by now. Grete quickly comforted her:

"It's okay, it's okay. Please go out, just in case. If the person behind the scenes was really smart, he would probably have quietly retreated when he saw the two groups of people fighting."

In fact, it is just to prevent someone from coming to monitor and prepare to remotely detonate the fireball. It is a good thing that it is not discovered. It is best for the mage of the Royal Mage Group to come quickly and take the cocoon away. How to check it!

Gretel's worries were also the worries of the nobles. Seeing that the alarm was lifted, Viscount Garter breathed a sigh of relief and came over to discuss:

"Can these unlucky guys be handed over to us first? They are all the guys from the Light Cavalry Regiment who are not strict in running the army. Don't worry, I will ask their commander to come to apologize later and smash the tabloid by the way! You want them to compensate

No matter how many gold coins you have, just mention it!"

Gretel really wanted to say: Just pay the 20,000 gold coins for me. But unfortunately, this kind of thought can only go around in his stomach. He smiled slightly:

"There's no need to talk about money. I do have an idea. I hope to popularize a technology in the army. If it can be done, it will be more beneficial to the safety of the boys on the battlefield..."

"Just say it!"

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Chapter completed!