A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 844: Garrett: Forget it, here’s another sweet date for you

"That's basically it." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Garrett covered his mouth with his right hand and yawned widely. Under the reverent, fearful, and amazed gazes of everyone in the meeting hall, he leisurely turned around.

"You all discuss, I'm going to sleep... I'll come back to hear the results... Ah, so sleepy..."

He walked out without any reluctance. After two steps, he yawned again;after three steps, he started to wobble. Before he could exit the hall, he staggered, almost sliding down the oak staff—

The elven beauty following behind him caught him, lifted him out directly, and disappeared from sight.

The barbarian follower beside him didn't even have time to act.

A deathly silence fell. The presiding mage watched Garrett leave, slowly exhaled, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his reverse hand.

This move was like pulling the rug from under them—so ruthless!

Want to feed pigs with acorns? First, you need the oak tree to bear fruit. Want the oak tree to bear fruit? Then, negotiate with the God of Nature’s Church.

You’d better hurry with the negotiations, or when will it be your turn among the many families in the county with tens of thousands of oak trees? There are only a few priests who can talk to oak trees, and they can handle ten or twenty trees a day...

Maybe ten years later, they’ll get to your estate.

Of course, there is another way. Chop down the old trees with determination, or if chopping is too tiring, burn the mountain. Then plant a new batch of oak trees...

The question then arises: will cutting down large numbers of oak trees directly oppose the followers of the God of Nature?

Guess how many years new saplings will take to grow and bear fruit, and then how many more years to produce as much as the old trees?

Five years?

Eight years?

Ten years?

In ten or eight years, the name of Roskan Ham might be forgotten.

To produce stably? Go negotiate with the God of Nature’s Church and accept their conditions.

Whether it means giving up occupied land, allotting more land to peasants for growing food, or allowing peasants to collect wild fruits and acorns in the forest...

And, the presiding mage knew, the council wanted these nobles to distribute more relief grain and allow some landless tenant farmers to leave—this had to be resolved through this issue.

Even for this reason, he had to firmly stand by the nature priests and by Nordmark the mage.

"Ah-hem, after the followers of the God of Nature left, some properties were temporarily managed by the Mage Tower. Since you’ve returned, I’ll arrange for someone to inventory the properties and related revenues to transfer them back."

He nodded pleasantly at Elder Attoft.

"Do you need money or grain? Wheat? Rye? Livestock? What’s more convenient for you?"

Randall the High Priest of the Spring Goddess Temple: "..."

Joudri the Archbishop of the Temple of War: "..."

The Earl's second son: "..."

A group of local noble heirs and minor nobles left behind to manage family affairs: "..."

When the Nature Church left, their properties were divided among everyone. Everyone ate a piece, dripping with oil, so no one tried to bring them back—how could you, with your thick eyebrows, betray us directly?

The mage ignored it. While the Mage Tower's properties were important, more crucial was the council’s assessment.

This year’s disaster meant the primary goal was not starving or minimizing deaths in Roskan County. Without enough local grain, moving as many peasants as possible was the key to assessment. For this purpose, allocating some properties wasn’t important.

It wasn’t important at all! To make Nordmark the mage speak a few good words or fewer bad words, he had to seize this opportunity to establish good relations with the Nature Church!

Garrett woke up from a full sleep, with pillow marks on half his face, came out for dinner, and listened to the news. To his delight, during his sleep, Roskan County’s key figures had indeed reached an agreement:

First, the Earl of Roskan’s family would return the Nature Church’s ancestral land and hold a ceremony to apologize. The income obtained from the land over the past decades would be returned double.

Second, all parties in the county would return the Nature Church’s properties, including forests, pastures, swamps, and villages, along with tenants. The related income plus interest would be returned in installments.

Third, the temples, Mage Tower, and noble families would inventory their grain reserves and provide them to the peasants for free. They would also open forests and other territories for tenant farmers to hunt and gather to survive the famine.

Fourth, due to insufficient grain reserves to feed all the local peasants through the famine, all parties in Roskan County agreed to unconditionally allow peasants to leave.

Fifth...

In summary, the Nature Church had a great victory, reclaiming their losses with collateral. They weren’t afraid those guys wouldn’t transfer properties.

The Mage Tower had a substantial victory, achieving the council’s goals or oral promises. Next was the implementation issue, and in helping the peasants, the Nature Church was the Mage Tower’s most reliable partner.

Representatives of other factions looked grim, especially the Earl's second son. Garrett feared he might blacken his heart and summon demons or explode something big.

In a disaster year, adding insult to injury was intolerable.

Garrett sighed quietly. Forget it, better show them a way out.

"Hey, your premium ham is quite tasty. Want to keep making it?"

He scooped a spoonful of fish soup, swallowed slowly, and asked with a sidelong smile. It’s a flagship product! The highest profit product!

Is the loss painful? Want to reclaim it?

The Earl's second son’s eyes lit up. All stakeholders along the long table lifted their heads.

Make it?

Who wouldn’t want to make it?

Roskan Ham had some reputation, but it was limited. Aeolan Island, compared to the capital and Nevis, was rural. Without a product with some magical properties, it’s hard to open up the market...

But how to make it now?

The Nature Church’s ancestral land was returned, no longer usable. Even if not returned, they wouldn’t dare touch it!

"Hey, cooperate!" Garrett tore a piece of bread, dipped it in fish soup, and took another bite. Hmm, this fish soup was a bit fishy, missing ginger... He pointed with the torn bread at Elder Attoft.

"Cooperate! The church takes care of the trees, you make the ham, and profits are shared—plus the church can certify it as imbued with natural power! Reasonable profit sharing, everyone benefits..."

"This way, the price goes up, the local economy improves, and more land can be freed for farming, giving local peasants more breathing room, isn’t that good?"

Good, of course, it’s good!

But this way, the entire ham industry chain, from upstream to downstream, from raw materials to end certification, would be controlled by the Nature Church. In the future, whatever they said, the local nobles had to listen.

Make money together but have the financial route controlled by others?

Or keep industry independence but make less pleasant money?

So hard to choose!

Nordmark Mage, you… you’re ruthless!