Grett's wishful thinking made a ping-pong sound:

It is an excuse that people need to be handed over to produce vaccines, and all the people from the Kingdom of Kent are required to come out in the Eagle Kingdom. If it really doesn't work, all the magicians have to come out.

Well, if this is the case, won’t Brother Lynn escape successfully?

There is no need to hit the door head-on. If you really go to the fight, the other party will use Brother Lynn as a hostage, but instead tie your hands and feet...

However, it is a pity that things went against our wishes. Strictly speaking, it was not that things went against our wishes, but that they hit the cotton with one punch:

The priestess did not notice his speech, but looked at his space bag with a gaze. To be precise, he looked at the direction where the papers disappeared, with a sad face...

"Hey, she really seems to believe that these papers can kill her if they post on the diseased girl!"

In the spiritual connection, Serera said with a smile. Gret's head was full of black lines:

"Stop making trouble!"

What did she think this paper is? Is it a talisman drawn by Master Zhang Tian or a post by Buddha Tathagata?

The golden post with six big words "Om, well, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum" was posted on it, and the whole mountain would take root and be able to press the Monkey King down?

Look at my head, it looks like a bare and without a hair, or it looks like a lump and a lump, all of which are sarcoma?

"Son of God, can you put these... these..." The priestess stared at the place where the paper disappeared, made a gesture, and organized the wording with difficulty:

"Bring us back one? Although I can't understand it, there are older wise men in the mountains, as well as omnipotent eagle gods and snake gods..."

Gret thought about it, but it wasn't impossible. Just like working with someone to do a project, project plan, and related materials, you have to give me a copy of it anyway.

Besides, there is no need to give the original. Isn’t there any copying technique?

The only problem is... the paper doesn't seem to be carrying enough... He stretched out his hand, spread his palms, and his palms were flat and upward:

"Take it."

"What?"

"Paper! Otherwise? What do you use to copy text to record important news?"

The priestess opened and closed his lips, as if he didn't know what to say, and made a few gestures powerlessly. On his right hand, the Great Witch Saint of the Kestrel tribe leaned back slightly and whispered a few commands.

His disciple ran out in a row, and after a moment, he came in with a large piece of stuff.

"Dear Son of God, this is..."

Gret no longer had the strength to complain about the title "Son of God". His eyes drooped, and he looked at the items held in front of him by the young witch priests in both hands.

Looking at a brick at a rough look, looking at it closely, it is still a brick, a brick with patterns... The patterns are quite regular...

"Clay plate?"

He asked without hope. The priestess nodded first, then shook his head:

"It's not the same as what we used... They are burned, and we use it, dried under the sun..."

Gret's eyes were dark.

He really doesn't want to discriminate against clay versions of books.

After all, in human history, the Mesopotamian Basin, Crete, Mycenae and other places, including the Aztec civilization, Mayan civilization, or Inca civilization, have used clay books.

The problem is that the shortest of these papers is five or six thousand words, and the longer ones are tens of thousands, should all be copied on the clay plate?

Not to mention whether there are enough clay plates, even if there are, how do you bring them back!

Towed by a truck?

He was slandering, and a crisp "pop" sounded in the temple. The Great Witch Saint of the Kestrel tribe waved his arm and slapped the little apprentice on the back of the head:

"What are you doing when you stand there! Why don't you go and prepare the clay plate!"

“Yes…yes!”

A group of young witches flocked out. While running, they were still shouting:

"Hurry up, hurry up! Call everyone over! Call the soldiers up! Make a clay version is not an easy job!"

"We need a lot of clay plates! A lot of them! What, I don't know how much you want? How much can you do!"

"There are only these wooden racks that make clay plates? Hurry up and cut them, idiot! You have to wait for me to say this?"

After a moment, the sound of digging dredging, the sound of pouring water, and the sound of rammed earth horns of "Hangyu Hangyu" sounded outside the temple...

Gret closed his eyes in pain. He forced himself to ignore the noise outside, of course, and also ignored Miss Silver Dragon in the spiritual connection, hahahaha, and said seriously:

"I'll talk about what I'm going to do and how to save more than 200,000 people from smallpox. The first method is to copy as much of these powders as possible."

He pointed to the test tube containing the vaccinated vaccine in front of the priestess. He took out a piece of paper, and the oak stick rolled up with the [endless ink pen] and automatically stretched out his pocket, recording:

"In my hometown, these powders are planted on the body of cattle, so that they can grow as much as possible and grow more similar types. However, the types of cows here are different and the strength is different. I am not sure whether these powders can grow."

The priestess looked down at the tube of medicine powder, with a serious but confused expression, like a poor student who was struggling to remember his memory in an advanced mathematics class, hoping to pass the exam at the end of the semester...

Gret paused for a moment. After giving her a little time to memorize, he continued:

"If you cannot reproduce on a cattle, you need to use something else as a carrier for replication of this drug." For example, E. coli, or other bacteria, etc.:

"For this, I need someone to help me prepare a breeding base, ensure a constant temperature and humidity in the pharmacy, and keep records. I need at least 10 people, all of whom must be literate, able to write, and preferably a spellcaster."

The priestess's thick lips, covered with gold powder, opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he had no idea where to start. Gret sighed:

"If both methods fail, you can only directly take the pathogen from the patient and reduce their ferociousness. For this reason, I need a spellcaster with extensive experience in growth, reproduction, and especially plague as an assistant."

Direct reproduction, indirect reproduction, and attenuation vaccine. Two technical routes and three methods were discussed in one go. The priestess' beautiful face was completely stiff, and even the gold powder in the dark green eyeshadow stopped all the flashes.

As for the two Golden Eagle warriors next to them, they were already watching their noses, their noses, their mouths, and their hearts. They were there. Anyway, their task was to fight, and anyway, this kind of work that needed to be thoughtful had never had anything to do with them...

"They don't seem to understand..."

In the spiritual connection, Serira said with a smile.

I really can't understand these passages. These passages seem simple. People who don't have any knowledge of vaccine manufacturing really cannot understand them... So why do you want to gloat like this?

Are you so happy when you find that they don’t understand?

Gret complained silently, waved his hand, and the recording paper floated toward the opposite side:

"Take this piece of paper and give it to your gods, wise men, or anybody. In short, I need assistants, and as many assistants as possible."

He reached out to recall the floating disc and stuffed it under his butt, making himself feel more comfortable at least:

"You must be able to read, write, and you must have the ability to cast spells. By the way, don't attack you. The white ghosts you caught will delay my progress if those troubles are delayed."

"If there are spellcasters who are good at the direction of plague and death, that's the best."

"Don't you go to the Eagle Country?"

The priestess opened his eyes in surprise. The dark eyelashes were slightly raised, and the water waves in his pupils were slightly rippling, reflecting only Gret's shadow:

"When you are and what you want to do, we will definitely treat you as VIPs when you go to us! You need someone, you need something, you need something! Bring the assistant you need here and travel through the territory of the diseased girl, many people will die!"

She is so pitiful and cute, and she is focused on the posture of a certain person, even if the Iron Man sees it, she will feel soft-hearted. However, Gret only has Brother Lin Neng, who is in danger, ignores her posture and is very heartless:

"I won't go. There are people here, there are cows, and the most important thing is that I can start working immediately. Go with you, if there is any shortcomings, will I come back?"

The priestess repeatedly persuaded each other, but he couldn't persuade him, and he didn't dare to rely on his strength to drag others down, so he could only say goodbye to the Golden Eagle Warriors. As for the paper, she wanted to take it back, but the copying thing could not leave the text on the clay plate...

The young witch priests and soldiers who had fought to waste water and mud were poured out more than ten clay plates. Gret cooperated exceptionally and copied them on the clay plates by himself. However, after copying the clay plates, it was not even one-tenth of a paper.

Obviously, copying all the papers and taking them back has exceeded their loading capacity.

The priestess said he was helpless. They bypassed the territory of the diseased girl and returned on a journey, reporting the latest gains directly. The senior management attached great importance to it. The leader of the Golden Eagle Warrior and the leader of the Female Snake immediately received a vaccine and prayed to the gods:

“This thing works.”

“It’s really useful.”

At the southernmost end of Huangquan Avenue, in the solemn and majestic temple hall, Tratoani, also known as the "speaker", the Golden Eagle Warrior and the Female Snake, each sitting in their own position. The two leaders reported the results, and then Tratoani nodded and summarized the statement:

"Since it's useful, then use it. Chivacoto..."

He turned to the leader of the female snake, that is, the woman who can be called "female snake" without any modification, originally meant by "female snake":

"You search in the city, all the outsiders, whether they are caught or traveling, to do business. They gather together and give them to Titlan to send them."

Chiva Koto smiled. For a moment, the city was full of chaos and people were caught everywhere. In the prison under the pyramid, the sound of chain shaking and the sound of the prison door opening was constantly sounding.

The female snakes and the lower priestesses shuttled through the corridor, constantly giving guidance to the prisoners to drag people out of the prison:

"come out!"

"come out!"

"What are you doing? The time has come to contribute to the Eagle Kingdom!"

Suddenly, the person who saw the light of heaven burst into tears. The business was done well. The person who was suddenly captured tried his best to resist the begging. In the midst of a smoky atmosphere, the priestess Nilda rushed straight to the upper level of the pyramid:

"teacher!"

She pushed the door hard and shouted loudly before she could salute:

"The person I locked up cannot be let go!"

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