Chapter 387 Travel
Looking at the bill in her hand, Nephnis thought to herself, she was a student of archaeology. Archaeology wasn’t something that could be learned by just staying in school and immersing oneself in research. It inevitably involved a lot of on-site practice.
In the past, Nephnis’ mentor would occasionally take students from their grade to some historical sites in Pritt for short-term investigations, experiencing the various histories of Pritt over a thousand years. Now, in the second semester of her second year, they were about to have their first long-term investigation.
‘A two or three-month practical investigation activity, the target being the countries along the Conquer Sea, and even possibly going south to North Ufeiga. This is the first time we have such a long and far-reaching investigation, and even an overseas trip…
‘It’s just right; recently, the atmosphere in Tivyán has been tense. Staying here makes me feel uneasy. If I could use this opportunity to go out for a while, by the time I return, things in Tivyán might have returned to normal.’
Examining the contents of the letter in her hand, Nephnis pondered. At this moment, she was somewhat looking forward to this journey, but after thinking about it again, her brows furrowed slightly.
‘But there’s another issue. In a sense, I am now part of the Rosy Cross… Now, within Tivyán, I have participated in its activities to some extent… It can be considered as providing some assistance… If I just leave like this, wouldn’t it affect Miss Dorothy’s plans and arrangements in the future?’
Nephnis frowned slightly, thinking to herself. As a member of the Rosy Cross, if she were to delay the organization’s important activities due to academic issues, she would feel guilty.
“Sigh… Regardless, I should first inform Miss Dorothy of what’s happening here and see what she says…”
With a deep breath, Nephnis murmured, then took out a thick history book from the drawer. After flipping to the page with communication details for Dorothy, she began writing.
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Northern Tivyán, Mercy Hospital.
In the extraordinary injury department of Mercy Hospital, amidst the long corridors and numerous wards, doctors in white coats and nuns in white habits busily moved back and forth. The pungent smell of disinfectant permeated the air. On stretchers passing through the corridors lay various wounded individuals, cries of pain echoing throughout the hospital. Tension and suffering spread incessantly.
Since the Kingdom government mobilized forces to retaliate against the Secret World in Tivyán, Mercy Hospital had been in a state of constant busyness.
In less than two weeks, nearly eighty major and minor bases across Tivyán were cleared, which meant dozens of conflicts occurred. A large number of casualties from these conflicts were sent here, causing the entire hospital to be in a continuous state of hustle.
In one ward, Vania, dressed in a white nun’s habit, was treating a hunter severely injured in the chest. Under anesthesia, Vania used tweezers to extract the horrifying broken fang from the patient’s wound. After cleaning the wound, she used the healing priest’s ability to accelerate the initial healing process. Amidst the patient’s unconsciousness and the nurse’s admiring gaze, she completed another rescue. How many times had Vania done this work in the past few days?
Taking a deep breath, after completing the main medical tasks, Vania handed the subsequent work to the nearby nurse. She picked up a water cup, drank the water inside in one go, and walked out of the ward with a weary expression. However, upon opening the door, she unexpectedly saw a figure waiting outside.
“Mother Anre?”
Seeing the old nun with a kind smile before her, Vania spoke in surprise. This person was precisely the one who guided her onto the path of prayer. In a certain sense, she was also Vania’s direct superior in the church at present.
“Hehe… How have you been lately, Mother Vania? It seems… you are facing new tests.”
“Not really… I’m just doing my regular work. It’s nothing much of a test…”
“I just checked your records. In the past few days, you’ve worked continuously and efficiently treated twelve severe injuries, and the outcomes were excellent. Despite not being a staff member of the hospital, you took on such heavy treatment work, truly hard work.”
With her hands placed in front of her, Mother Anre smiled as she observed the bustling hospital, then spoke to Vania. Vania responded respectfully.
“This isn’t a test, and there’s no need to mention hardship. This is merely my duty. With all of Tivyán’s pain converging here, as a servant of the Holy Mother, my responsibility is to do everything in my power to heal them.”
With a devout and humble demeanor, Vania addressed Mother Anre. Seeing Vania’s manner, Mother Anre couldn’t help but nod with a smile.
“Mmm… For the entire church, having such a loyal, diligent, and talented devout servant like you is indeed good news… Mother Vania, in my opinion, you deserve this special reward.”
“A special reward? Mother Anre… What exactly do you mean…”
Hearing Mother Anre’s words, Vania’s eyes showed a hint of confusion. At this moment, Mother Anre continued to smile and replied.
“Recently, you were involved in the chaos at the Bishop Square. During that time, your performance was excellent. You promptly treated all the injured civilians affected and saved many severely injured guards, pulling several people back from the brink of d*ath. Although the tragedy could not be prevented, you timely halted its spread. Your correct on-the-spot handling controlled the damage, making it easier for us to continue our work, and many people have high praise for you.”
“This is what I should do…”
Vania continued to be modest, thinking internally that much of her actions at the time were based on consultation and guidance from Miss Dorothyia.
“Your activity that night left a deep impression… More importantly, you promptly treated Princess Isabel’s wounds, saving her from danger. As a result, the royal family did not lose two important members in succession. Her Majesty personally expressed gratitude to Lord Francesco.”
Mother Anre continued slowly. Hearing this, Vania was initially stunned, then immediately bowed and spoke.
“Y-Your Majesty personally? Truly an honor!”
“In summary, due to your active involvement, our relationship with the Despenser royal family has become closer. Lord Francesco greatly appreciates you. Adding to your previous covert collaboration in eliminating a cult base, Lord Francesco has decided to grant you a reward.”
Speaking, Mother Anre scrutinized Vania for a moment, then continued.
“Mother Vania, Lord Francesco has decided to give you a promotion. He recommends that you go to Iwig, to our Holy Mother’s sanctuary, the Lecher Valley, for a pilgrimage.”
