A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 865: Garrett! I’ll Protect You! If You Don’t Want to Train, Then Don’t!

"Don't wear mage robes when going to the wild! Wear short jackets, long pants, something convenient for movement, the more inconspicuous, the better!"

Led by Garrett, a group of people rushed into the equipment section of the alchemy workshop, eager to shop. The equipment department was bustling with people, at least ten mages were there choosing equipment.

Garrett guessed that they must have received the news and were here to prepare for the battlefield, selecting equipment.

Unlike those mages who freely chose their gear, Garrett's group was immediately attended by a dedicated staff. Upon hearing that they wanted to buy clothes, they were promptly taken to the mage robe section.

Old Morgan scrutinized the colorful mage robes with a critical eye, dismissing most of them with a single glance.

The guiding mage silently rolled his eyes. Mages being picky about their products was one thing, but a warrior judging mage equipment?

"Maybe they can't afford it?"

Someone whispered not far away. The guiding mage silently gave them a thumbs-up in his mind.

Exactly! Maybe they really can't afford it!

Most of these mage robes were made of silk, embroidered with gold, silver, and mithril threads, or woven directly by transmutation mages using magic—

Each one was expensive! The cheapest was 50 contribution points, the most expensive exceeded 1000 contribution points!

However, before he could frown, Garrett was already nodding vigorously.

"The master is right! We need convenient attire for missions! Please, can you show us to another section for suitable mage robes?"

The receptionist mage clenched his fist, then relaxed, smiling broadly as he turned around.

"No problem, please follow me." Going to the wild? Adventure gear is what you need! The alchemy guild has a specialized section for adventurous mages!

The group picked and tried various items, using Aurora as a clothes rack. Finally, they chose a jacket made of grade-six rock sheep skin, reinforced with rock sheep horns. It was cut-resistant, stab-resistant, somewhat fire-resistant, and very durable.

Simultaneously, it was lightweight, soft, waterproof, and windproof. It had adjustable cuffs and hem, a hood with drawstrings, perfect for outdoor activities.

"This one! How much?"

"500 contribution points."

Hey, are you sure you can afford this? The jacket alone costs 500 points, not to mention pants and shoes!

Garrett didn't blink as he handed over his mage badge. The receptionist mage scanned it and gasped.

Before the balance was displayed, the bright discount rate popped up first.

A big customer!

A major client of the alchemy workshop!

Unfortunately, his income would take a hit since his sales commission was based on the actual payment, not the product price.

Garrett remained calm. He had just completed a batch of healing tasks for the council, and treated the high-ranking knights at the temple, accumulating a good amount of money—

Hmm, maybe he could discuss with the Temple of the War God to temporarily assign a few high-ranking knights to protect Aurora?

"Get a pair of long pants too! Same requirements, mid-level beast skin, cut-resistant, stab-resistant, breathable, waterproof. Needs to be elastic, easy to move in, and the cuffs should be able to tuck into the shoes."

"I recommend these, made from blue antelope skin from the New World, reinforced with crocodile skin at the knees and cuffs! Perfect for crawling and rolling, just 500 contribution points—"

"Bought!"

"Don't wear these soft-soled shoes! Hard-soled, non-slip, waterproof shoes with high tops, tightly wrapping your ankles! The worst thing in the wild is a twisted ankle, losing mobility!"

"Exactly! Uh, the shoes are best custom-made. Do you have masters here who take custom orders? We need them urgently! Must be ready in half a month!"

"You can also custom order a cloak, which can protect you when you need to hide..."

"The cloak should be lightweight, warm, and versatile enough to be used as a mat, blanket, or cover! It should have invisibility enchantments!" Mage Norwood added. Garrett nodded:

"Apart from the enchantments, the cloak itself should also have some camouflage... like patterns..."

"The staff shouldn't be flashy, with gold and silver gems shining from afar. The simpler, the better! Less conspicuous is better! Ideally, like his—"

Old Morgan pointed at Garrett. Garrett shrugged:

An oak staff of a nature priest, huh? Unfortunately, it can't be lent. I understand your point...

"Get a long staff, sturdy, lightweight, with wrapped cloth to prevent slipping. It can double as a walking stick for outdoor use. If it's adjustable in length, even better, add a wrist strap for convenience on hills and mountains!"

"......Are you here to choose a staff to boost spell power or an outdoor survival stick?"

The receptionist mage grumbled inwardly but still did his best, recommending seventeen or eighteen staffs. It was much harder to choose a staff than clothes. Garrett's group looked through all of them and finally selected one.

Next came spatial equipment, various potions, and scrolls...

"Don't worry about me, consider yourself first." Aurora watched Garrett spending money without blinking, feeling anxious. He placed his hand on Garrett's shoulder, pulling him in another direction:

"Aren't you going too? You're the most important! If you're safe, we're all good. If something happens to you, we..."

Cirilla nearby grunted unhappily. Aurora quickly turned to the silver dragon lady, smiling ingratiatingly, and stepped back behind Garrett. Garrett spread his arms, smiling to block her: 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Oh, I'm different from you. I..."

"Don't say it here!"

Garrett scratched his nose, shrugged. After the grand shopping spree, they returned to the mage tower. Garrett excitedly continued discussing his task:

"Senior Brother Carlisle said that my task would likely involve setting up quarantine zones at the border. After a major disaster, there's bound to be a major epidemic. We must guard against those coming over with infectious diseases..."

The elite team sent by the council, once they return, need quarantine;

The defeated troops from Nederland needing rest and treatment here require quarantine;

The council is secretly devising ways to attract various craftsmen, workshop owners, artisans from Nederland along with their families, requiring quarantine;

Most importantly, and in the largest scale, the refugees fleeing from the other side need to be gathered for quarantine to prevent the spread of plague within the kingdom...

"I'll likely be in charge of this area, managing a camp or several camps, inspecting their setup, and making necessary adjustments... Don't worry, I won't be on the front lines!"

Bernard moved his lips but said nothing. You not being on the front lines doesn't mean the front lines won't come to you. What was the initial plan when following the lord's army as a healer?

Said everyone would stay in the rear camp, only treating injured soldiers daily... But in the end, running from the injury camp to the scout team, then from the scout team, directly facing off against the Radiant Lord's experts!

Then going to the Dwarf Kingdom, the plan was to stay in the royal court, go nowhere, especially not to climb snowy mountains or dangerous places...

But what happened? Climbed two snowy mountains, encountered two dragons, and raced thousands of miles from the dragon's nest to the wastelands!

Now saying to stay in the rear camp, absolutely safe, definitely not on the front lines. I don't believe you!

You not being on the front lines doesn't mean the front lines won't come to you!

"In short, you need training too." Old Morgan observed the situation and made a decisive statement:

"The previous warrior training only improved your basic attributes like strength, agility, and endurance. Your combat habits and instincts are lacking. Especially you, you're a key target for the enemy!"

Garrett nodded bitterly. Henceforth, Aurora and his daily tasks included a new item:

"Ahhhhh!"

Aurora twisted left, then right, dodging around trees. After a few steps, Bernard caught up, swinging a mud-covered branch onto his back:

"You died again! Start over!"

"Bernard, go easy... it's all swollen..."

Aurora grimaced, reaching back to touch. Bernard swung the branch lightly, making a 'whoosh' sound:

"Run! Run! If your spells are exhausted, these legs are your last hope!"

"You think it doesn't matter because it can be healed anyway..."

Aurora continued running, grimacing. He had to endure seventy or eighty hits daily, his shoulders, back, arms, and legs all swollen!

Although it only required a healing spell—without involving Garrett or Cirilla, even Appa could heal him—it still hurt!

"Ahhhhh!"

Garrett missed a step, covering his head with his hands, rolling down the hill behind the mage tower. After five rolls, Old Morgan caught up and grabbed him:

"Feather Fall! Levitation! ...If not, use Animate Rope!—Nordmark Mage, your reactions are too slow!"

Garrett flailed his limbs twice, landing unsteadily as Old Morgan released him. Looking up, he saw Cirilla sitting high on a tree branch, eating a fruit, smiling with amusement.

Seeing Garrett look up, she waved her fruit and shouted:

"Garrett! If you don't want to train, then don't! I'll protect you!"

Garrett: "......"

Continue!

This time, he must master casting while moving! Running, rolling, these lifesaving low-level spells must be successfully cast!

Letting Cirilla protect him was too embarrassing...

"Ahhhhh!"

Who set this rope trap here?

Who!