A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 916: Setting Foot on the New Continent, Pursuing Lynns Tracks!

With the guidance from the guide, Garrett quickly accelerated his preparations for departure. Baronsimo, perhaps never having worked for such a wealthy employer in his life, quickly made a list:

"These shoes won't do! They're not breathable, durable, or waterproof—deerskin boots used by the natives are much better, especially for walking in the wilderness. We probably can't buy the boots, so let's get some deerskin, and I'll make them..."

Next to Garrett, the Oak Staff, equipped with the Endless Ink Pen, swiftly jotted down: one hundred pieces of deerskin. Baronsimo's eye twitched immediately:

Do you think I'm a shoemaker?

A hundred pieces of deerskin, how long would that take me?

No, this boss is just a wealthy man who wants to be thoroughly prepared for everything. He warily eyed Garrett:

"I'll only make two spare pairs. If we need more, we can buy them when we reach the New Continent, or pay the natives to make them!"

"Don't worry, if it comes to that, I'll step in and help." Garrett smiled:

"I'm a mage too! Simple crafting tasks aren't beyond me!"

Baronsimo snorted and continued checking the list. Mages are so impressive! They can make anything they want with a flick of their wrist, unlike us who have to painstakingly make everything by hand!Alright, mages really are impressive...

"Right, we also need to stock up on herbs. Although your healing spells are powerful, sometimes herbs work better. Buy a batch here, and another batch of New Continent specialties when we get there."

"Get plenty of water bags and buckets! The New Continent has vast deserts, and even water-creating spells won't produce much water there!"

"Bring extra tents and sleeping bags. There will be places too cramped for a mage's hut!"

"If possible, buy a few flying carpets or other flying tools. They'll be handy for climbing mountains."

"And get materials for setting up traps. Here's a detailed list..."

Next to Garrett, the roots of the Oak Staff paused. The nine leaves on the staff wobbled, and together with Garrett, they looked up:

"You can make traps?"

"Of course!"

Money solves everything. Garrett halted outpatient surgeries for a day, and the hospital and mage tower's apprentices and barbarian security guards ran around. By the next afternoon, before the sun had set, they had bought everything the guide required.

Aurora even took the mage badge and accompanied the guide to the Alchemy Guild, fitting him with spare leather armor, dual blades, daggers, bows, and shields. They also equipped him with a 1000-pound space bag.

"Just this alone is enough to hire me for a trip."

Baronsimo sighed deeply multiple times. Then, full of energy, he sprang up:

"Now that we've got the money, let's get to work! We'll find a safe, stable, and fast ship to ensure the mage arrives safely and can read during the journey without losing any time!"

Baronsimo was indeed experienced. He didn't look for people; instead, he went to a tavern near the dock, ordered a few drinks, and talked to the landlady. Aurora watched as several tavern boys ran out...

Soon, people started arriving. Baronsimo met seven or eight people and inspected three ships, quickly deciding on one:

The Moonstone, a new ship from two years ago, had made four trips to the New Continent. A one-way journey took only a month and a half, which was half a month faster than other ships seeking passengers.

The cabin was spacious, not luxurious, but clean enough. The ceiling was high enough for the barbarians to stand upright without hitting their heads. The crew had experience with mages, and there were specific attendants who understood etiquette and wouldn't be annoying.

The cargo hold could carry large animals, and when the sails were furled, the Silver Moon Deer could run a few steps on deck.

Most importantly, the ship could depart in three days!

Garrett was very satisfied. He didn't have to manage everything personally, and someone was taking care of it all meticulously, which was wonderful. As for money, what was money?

Besides not being able to pave a bed of gold coins for Cirilla, would Garrett, the inventor of dynamite, penicillin, cowpox, and the co-inventor of streptomycin, lack money?

He spent a day receiving the Glibness and Mindlink spells as permanency spells;

Another day with Cirilla, receiving gifts from the archmages and checking various equipment;

The last day, he listened to his teacher's teachings, brought back a pile of magical books, scrolls, and notes, and left a heap of notes for Carlos and Anita;

And they were off!

The voyage was neither smooth nor as dire as Aurora had once exclaimed, "I'll be seasick to death halfway through." Sometimes, the Moonstone spread its white sails under a clear sky, gliding lightly across the sea like a bird;

Sometimes, the weather changed suddenly, and in the storm and rain, the crew risked their lives to furl the sails and secure the ropes (Garrett secretly threw out an animated rope to save a few unfortunate souls who fell into the sea);

Sometimes, the waves towered, and the whole ship was tossed up on the crest of a wave, then pressed down into the trough. Garrett sat in the cabin, watching Mr. Troka's short legs running desperately on the floor, but he still slid towards the door and crashed into Garrett's arms...

In short, after a month and a half of ups and downs, Garrett and his party finally arrived at the New Continent. During this time, Garrett made three sets of leather robes and boots for himself, Cirilla, and Bernard;

He learned four fifth-circle spells, and although he hadn't yet conducted his own research, he could cast them proficiently;

He healed and treated injuries for more than a dozen crew members and passengers;

He even learned how to set two types of traps from Baronsimo. Unfortunately, his craftsmanship was so rough that the guide commented, "Anyone with eyes would definitely avoid them"...

And he continued to question Mr. Troka about where they had encountered trouble. The worst part was Mr. Troka's map-reading skills were truly abysmal. Looking at the map Garrett spread out, he basically had no idea where to start...

The Moonstone furled its sails and slowly approached the shore under the guidance of a pilot boat. Garrett flew up to the top of the mast, overlooking the shimmering port and the forest of masts, and took a deep breath:

Whether Brother Lynn can return safely depends on this journey!

He flew down from the mast top to the dock. As soon as he set foot on the land of the New Continent, Mr. Troka lifted his head and let out a long "meow":

The kitten, who had been lethargic for over a month and only occasionally woke up to eat, was now full of energy. It sprinted into the grass, rolled around a few times:

"I feel much better! Garrett, let's go quickly!"

It seemed that upon reaching the New Continent, Mr. Troka had gotten closer to the part of himself that had been torn away, thus recovering a bit. Garrett speculated inwardly and turned to ask the guide:

"How do we proceed?"

Baronsimo, already carrying his pack and with dual blades at his waist, walked over briskly. Without hesitation, he replied:

"Of course, we follow a caravan. If there's a native caravan, that's even better. I'll go gather some information, and you can all take a stroll—"

He pulled out a map from somewhere, spread it out before them, and pointed to a red dot in the middle:

"Meet at the Mayflower Tavern in the town center for lunch. Remember, it's the Mayflower Tavern."

Garrett: "..."

Who came up with that name...

He headed straight to the mage tower with his cat. After visiting the port mage tower and the other two mage towers in town, he still hadn't received any letters from Lynn—none in the past six months.

Lynn's previous letters were sent to the port mage tower and then forwarded to Nevis by the mage tower. None had arrived in the past six months, which meant that since Mr. Troka had fled for his life, Lynn hadn't sent a single letter?

No news is good news. Garrett comforted himself silently, holding Mr. Troka, and went to the edge of Walsingham town, to the tallest oak tree. He stepped into the circle of stones, placed his hand on the tree bark, and silently asked:

Have you seen a person like Brother Lynn?

—Yes. Several springs ago.

And this black cat I'm holding?

—Yes. Several full moons ago. Back then, it wasn't like it is now... It was stronger but more unstable, as if it were about to dissipate...

The oak tree conveyed an image to him. Mr. Troka was running desperately, trailing faint black smoke, without looking back. His form was blurry, and small fragments seemed to fall off in the oak tree's vision.

Garrett gazed deeply through the oak tree's eyes, only to see that it had come from the depths of the New Continent, with no pursuers nearby. As for how far it had run and from where, the oak tree's sight couldn't reach that far.

Can you ask the surrounding vegetation where it came from?

The oak tree remained silent for a long time. A gentle breeze stirred, and the plants swayed. The natural power within Garrett's body flowed into the oak tree like a floodgate. Garrett couldn't help but smile wryly:

This oak tree was indeed upholding the principle of equivalent exchange, not giving him any discounts. But that was fine, as long

as it helped him—

Maybe it was dozens of breaths, or perhaps hundreds, before Garrett's consciousness lit up bit by bit. Trees, shrubs, wild grass, and reeds outlined a vast map in his mind, stretching into the wilderness:

Then, a black line cut through, crossing the wasteland, streams, and hills, deep into the forest. The map in his mind had no scale, but from the big oak tree's location to the gradually fading edge of the map, it was probably about a hundred miles?

That's great. With Mr. Troka leading the way and occasionally asking the surrounding nature, there's no fear of getting lost...

Garrett smiled, sent another wave of natural power to the big oak tree as a thank-you, and returned to the town center with the black cat, gathering information along the way until he reached the Mayflower Tavern—a name he wanted to scoff at.

Pushing open the door and seeing Mr. Baronsimo, Garrett hesitated and immediately wanted to turn and leave.

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