CHAPTER 679: NOT KILLING THE MASTERMIND? GIVE COMPENSATION!

Garrett handed over the witness and immediately immersed himself in performing cesarean sections, paying no attention to external affairs. Meanwhile, the queen’s secretary, Baroness Veitag, took the authorization from the queen and conducted a sweeping investigation throughout the capital.

First, she interrogated the journalist again to confirm his testimony.

Then, accompanied by the queen’s guards and the Royal Mage Corps’ spellcasters, she conducted on-site inspections to trace the clues backward.

Simultaneously, a team was assigned to visit each of the mothers who had been discharged from the Royal Maternity Hospital the previous day, asking why they had flocked to the hospital and tracing this line of inquiry upward.

Under the intensive use of manpower and divine spells, the mastermind was quickly identified. However, this mastermind...

From Baroness Veitag to Queen Anne, all were speechless.

"I didn’t intend to harm the queen!" protested Lord Norton, grandson of Queen Anne’s grandfather, Edward II’s youngest daughter, Princess Margaret. He was the eleventh in line to the throne, his face throbbing with veins.

"I... I just wanted to test that mage’s abilities... They said if the mage was a fraud, we could expel him sooner..."

"They?" Baroness Veitag keenly grasped this word. "Who are they? Who incited or instigated you to do this?"

"Um..." Lord Norton’s eyes rolled upward as he tried hard to recall. "I forgot... At a banquet a few days ago, I was dating Davina in the garden when I overheard them talking... I didn’t recognize who they were..."

Baroness Veitag had a headache. The Davina he mentioned was the newlywed wife of Viscount Linley, renowned in the capital for her beauty. Dating this lady would certainly be done covertly, so it’s likely he truly didn’t know who was discussing the matter.

Lord Norton’s grandparents had already passed away, and his father, Earl Elster, was an eighth-level knight serving in the war against the Radiant Church. At this time, it was indeed difficult to mete out severe punishment.

The queen was speechless for a moment. She looked at the seer from the Royal Mage Corps, who, after a long contemplation, shook his head, gently rubbing his crystal ball.

"He’s not lying."

"If it wasn’t you, why did you bribe the newspaper and smear the hospital? And who sent the person to silence the witnesses?"

"I don’t know!" Lord Norton exclaimed in aggrieved innocence. "The servant did such a thing without reason. I want to know who the mastermind is too!"

"You... you are to go home and stay grounded!" Queen Anne finally slapped the armrest of her chair. "Wait for further investigation results! And after we communicate with Mage Nordmark, you must give him an explanation!"

That night, Baroness Veitag personally went to the hospital to explain the situation to Garrett.

"We enlisted the Royal Mage Corps’ Grand Mage Rafael Seymour and seers to trace the clues," she said, her expression a mix of fatigue, apology, and anger towards the troublemakers. "The clues are very vague, and there’s no conclusive evidence. The queen can only reprimand them and ensure they won’t act again. After all... they are high nobles and also in the line of succession. It’s not something we can deal with lightly..."

Garrett opened his mouth in astonishment. Someone involved in tampering with the queen’s childbirth, regardless of their rank in succession, should face severe consequences!

Even without concrete evidence, some heads should roll to set an example!

He silently repeated to himself, "The vassal of my vassal is not my vassal," swallowing all his doubts. Fine, fine...

Every country has its national conditions, and every world has its customs. Maybe in this world, you just can’t arbitrarily execute people?

Besides, even if the queen made the wrong decision, it had nothing to do with him. The concerns of the powerful are their own. He just needs to ensure safe deliveries after getting authorization for surgeries and then quietly retreat. Even getting the authorization for surgery is their prerogative.

After all, it’s not him or his close ones having babies, requiring him to go out of his way for surgeries. Oh, if possible, he should ask for more medical fees—

"These matters don’t concern me," he said nonchalantly, shrugging. "As long as you don’t send so many mothers to me without prior notice. Although I can manage, there’s no time for pre-assessment, in-process teaching, or post-surgery summaries. Look," he pointed to the medical records on the table, "the surgeries performed yesterday, the records are still incomplete..."

Baroness Veitag’s face showed a trace of faint embarrassment. However, he did have the right to be indifferent: 53 mothers discharged from the maternity hospital yesterday, most of them cesarean sections. All mothers and babies were safe, not a single failure.

She forced a smile.

"Rest assured, the queen has sternly warned them and informed the Thunder Sword Saint. If anyone dares to act again, the Sword of Roses and Thorns will not spare them!"

Garrett chuckled. The baroness pretended not to notice his gaze, lowered her head, and flipped through the medical records on the table.

A thick stack on the left, a thick stack on the right. Besides names, ages, and surgery processes, there was a lot of information she couldn’t quite understand. The only thing she could be sure of was that these records were useful for improving medical standards...

"Mage," she mustered a smile to begin her second task of the day.

Before coming, the queen had personally instructed to properly console Mage Nordmark—after all, he had been tormented for no reason and couldn’t be given justice. They had to compensate him somehow.

"Her Majesty the Queen is very impressed with your work. Today, I came to ask if there’s anything you need here?"

Compensation?

Anything he needed?

Garrett’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he started listing his requests.

"First, I need midwives. I came here to promote safe childbirth techniques, at least to let midwives know what to pay attention to during deliveries and when to immediately switch to cesarean sections. At least train the midwives in the capital?"

"That’s no problem." Baroness Veitag nodded immediately. Whoever caused the trouble should clean it up, whoever provoked Mage Nordmark should use their power to atone—

You managed to intimidate and manipulate so many midwives, now use your influence again to get them to come for training!

She mentally calculated the people who would do the work and readily agreed. Garrett raised his second finger.

"Secondly, I need something to store data. The magical images we capture during patient examinations are very precious. With these, we can better determine how to treat the queen. But right now, we can’t store them..."

"What do you need?"

"Preferably, something like a tower spirit..."

The baroness’s face turned black on the spot.

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