Chapter 717: Famine Relief Plan, Fully Launched!
Garrett was three streets ahead of the legendary mages in inferring a volcanic eruption leading to a year without summer. Of course, he wasn’t relying on inferences but cheating, as in "this happened in history, I read it in the history books."
However, when it came to verifying the results of divination, estimating the extent of the disaster, and responding comprehensively…
Even if you bundled ten of him together, they wouldn’t match half a legendary mage here.
"Is there really a volcano there? And what’s the extent of its eruption? We can send someone to check it out."
Master Steiner of the Abjuration School, with his "Wall of Time and Space," was the first to speak, his face serious. Considering the long distance and the dangers and time consumption of a mage traveling back and forth in person, he immediately suggested an alternative:
"Or, we could ask our dragon friends for help."
After all, dragons fly fast and high, and their bodies are tough. While a mage makes one trip, a dragon could make several, and it’s harder to intercept them on the way...
"As for the consequences of such a large-scale eruption, I’ll arrange for someone to look up the information immediately."
Lady Endorf finally caught her breath, coughing lightly. Although divination nominally studies prophecy, it actually stores the council’s most complete historical records. After all, the richer and more detailed the information, the more accurate the interpretation of the prophecy.
"We can look up the information, and we can also ask our dwarf and dragon friends," the legendary mage from the Transmutation School added."After all, those with long lifespans always surprise us in this regard."
The legendary mage from the Enchantment School had been watching Lady Endorf with concern. At this moment, he casually cast a healing spell, tiny stars falling on her, and added:
"Right, until the information comes back, don’t use divination to look again. Doing such profound divination twice in a row is too draining for the diviner..."
Even though the prophecy hadn’t been verified, preparations had to start. The legendary mages began speaking one after another:
"First, we need to tally the food reserves in Nevis and the entire Kent Kingdom."
"Also, the New World."
"Calculate the total food needed for this year and next."
"Increase the cultivated area and boost grain production to prepare for next year’s famine."
"Ban alcohol production, especially using grain to brew alcohol."
"Communicate with the Church of the God of Nature. If necessary, use divine magic to accelerate the growth of crops to store enough food for two years." ꞦäɴỖBΕS̈
"We might also need to prepare to support the dwarves and barbarians... The dwarves are not a worry, but what about the barbarians? Can they store food properly? We don’t want our hard work to rot in half a year..."
"Adjust defenses..."
There were countless tasks to be done. The legendary mages merely set the framework and granted authorization. The rest would be handled by the council, who would painstakingly do the statistics, calculations, and planning. Additionally, one thing needed the legends to decide:
Should they call back some of the legends in seclusion, in the New World, or exploring other spaces to stabilize the situation?
After all, hunger is an extremely terrifying force. If famine sweeps the continent and starving people are everywhere, who can guarantee that the Radiant Church won’t go mad and direct their forces at the Kent Kingdom...
They were locked in the meeting room, discussing, deducing, and arguing. If it weren’t for the suppressive magic array in the room, the meditative worlds of the legendary mages would collide and explode on the spot.
Discussion, arguments, table-slapping, and throwing quills and draft papers. After a day and night, the legendary mages filed out of the meeting room. The Enchantment School legend deliberately lagged behind, falling beside the Lord of Thunder, and whispered:
"Did you really deduce all this?"
The Lord of Thunder nodded slightly. The Enchantment School legend floated past him, his lips moving, sending a silent message spell to his ear:
"When the divination was activated just now, what was that thing you hid? You even used an anti-detection array to cover it, not letting anyone see?"
The Lord of Thunder walked out expressionlessly, stepping directly into the elevator. Hide something? Anti-detection array?
Impossible. These deductions were all made by me alone!
No one can disturb the kids!
Garrett was unaware of the communications among the legendary mages. He had been locked in the Lord of Thunder’s study for a day and night, finally released, rolling back to his mage tower with a pile of reference books.
Barely catching his breath, a flood of information rushed in:
"Oak Grove Clinic has started accepting patients! Today, they admitted twenty pregnant women, three of whom require a cesarean section, and one paid in full!"
"The rabies vaccine has been validated! Sir, should we test it on patients? Should we write a paper?"
"The new strain that can kill Mycobacterium tuberculosis has finally become a medicine! Sir, should we accept a batch of tuberculosis patients to try the treatment?"
"Absolutely not!"
Garrett jumped up.
The female priest from the Church of the God of Nature, Anita Winvey, who was following that project, had finally produced streptomycin... or gentamicin... or some other mycin.
Actually, the strain had been developed long ago, but from strain to medicine, they had been stumbling for more than a year. This wasn’t the key point. The key point was that tuberculosis is contagious!
"I’ll write a note, no, I’ll take you to visit the head of public health. Then you find a few people to stay in the infectious disease hospital for a while... I’ll visit frequently..."
It’s maddening. He has to study magic, run the hospital, and manage several research projects. He only has 24 hours a day, and he needs to eat, sleep, and meditate. He can’t split himself into pieces!
Maybe... continue recruiting? Expand the team of healers? Where to find people? Black Crow Swamp? Or the Church of the God of Nature?
Considering that treating tuberculosis patients requires frequent interaction with the poor and sufficient compassion, Garrett went to the Church of the God of Nature.
From Nevis City to the headquarters of the church, then back to Nevis City, he finally found Elder Wood at a farm behind Igor Peak. As soon as he made his request, he was immediately rebuffed:
"We don’t have anyone available." Elder Wood, drenched in sweat, squatted by the field, pressing his hands on the soil:
"To grow enough food in one year to feed everyone for two years, we have too many experiments to conduct. Even with divine magic to accelerate growth, at the very least, we need to fertilize the fields! How to fertilize them is still undecided!"
Nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium. Nitrogen for leaves, potassium for roots, phosphorus for flowering and fruiting. Garrett swallowed the words that rushed to his lips:
"Elder, relying solely on intuition is too inefficient. How about we get a few Transmutation mages to do some experiments?"
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