Chapter 479 The Killer of the Holy See, the Viper Arezzo Arrives (Bugfield Leader Adds 1 Update)

[Viper] When Arezzo carried his suitcase and set foot on the boardwalk of Nevis Port, spring was already blooming.

I haven’t been here for nearly ten years, and the appearance of Port Nevis has changed a lot from what I remembered. Arezzo squinted his eyes against the sunshine and glanced around. He always felt that something was missing and something was added, but he couldn't find it in his eagerness.

He walked slowly among the endless flow of people. After walking through several trestles and crossing several ships loading and unloading passengers, I discovered what the difference is:

The port area is cleaner. There is less sewage on the ground, and there is almost no cow dung or horse dung. Of course, there are no gentlemen who start wherever they stop... haha.

Instead, there are eye-catching signboards everywhere, pointing to some small houses that emit unknown smells.

Not only is it cleaner, it's also hotter. A wave of heat rushed towards him, and Arezzo subconsciously gave way. He saw the steam in the roadside hut and two large pots boiling with boiling water.

Soon, a row of shirtless dockworkers lined up, opened the faucet under the cauldron, and each filled a bowl of water.

With their backs to the water room, Arezzo could clearly see that more than one person had a sincerely happy smile on their face as they carefully blew the cold water.

emmm…

Public toilets and free boiling water?

Intuition tells Arezzo that these measures can reduce the occurrence of plague and make the poor die less - in essence, they can also cultivate the vitality of the city and make the city more dynamic.

And those who came up with these things...

That's Gretel Nordmark. He made a special trip this time to assassinate the person.

Arezzo continued walking along with the flow of people. After walking down the wooden plank road and stepping onto solid ground, within a few steps, I heard the bustle in front of me, with people and horses on both sides shouting at the top of their lungs:

"Get vaccinated! Get vaccinated against smallpox! It only costs 1 gold coin per person. Once vaccinated, you will never get it again for life! - Sir, I see you are from out of town, do you want to get vaccinated?"

"Oppose universal vaccination! Oppose tax increases! Our legal income should not be endlessly plundered!"

Huh?

interesting.

Universal vaccination?

One gold coin per person?

What is the population of Nevis? Let me think about it...is it over a million? Among them, those who cannot afford a single gold coin for the poll tax must be at least eight or nine million people, right?

In other words, eight to nine million gold coins will be scraped off the heads of the remaining wealthy businessmen and nobles...

hehe……

hehe……

Arezzo raised his eyebrows and showed an extremely happy smile. He followed the flow of people to the vaccination table and asked curiously:

"Can this thing really prevent people from getting smallpox again? Is it so effective?"

"Of course, sir!" In front of the vaccination table, a little man with a clean coat and white collar raised his head energetically:

"It must be effective! There are papers published in "Magic" and "Arcana"! The research of the great magicians is definitely not wrong!"

Haha...are you the only one who still watches "Magic" and "Arcana"? Those two journals cost a gold coin each. Can you afford them?

Arezzo smiled on his face but cursed in his heart. He curiously asked a few questions about vaccination methods, left a silver coin, and left. After taking a few steps, the little man ran up:

"First, sir!"

The little man's face was tender and flushed by the sea breeze in the port. He was obviously still a teenager. He dodged left and right, slipped through the crowd, blocked himself in front of Arezzo, raised his chin high and looked at him:

"I am a student at Lawrence General School! I am employed by the city hall to vaccinate citizens against smallpox here! You don't need to give me a reward!"

Arezzo laughed. He tapped the boy with the chestnut stick in his right hand and raised the corner of his mouth:

"I'm sorry, young sir. Then, this silver coin will be regarded as my apology. Please use it to study hard!"

He walked away. Walking out of the port area, he hailed a carriage:

"Take me to... Oak Grove Medical Research Institute? Is that what it's called? Take a look around the door!"

Grete's hospital has become so famous these days that even a carriage driver at the port knows its name. The coachman was chatting with Arezzo while driving. Foaming at the mouth and extremely talkative:

"Sir, where did you come from?"

"Why go to the Red Cross? - Oh, the place you mentioned has a red cross flag with a white background hanging on the top. It can be seen from a distance. Let's call it the Red Cross, so it's easy to recognize."

"That place is amazing! - A brother who drove the car with us heard from a customer that the magician at the Red Cross replaced an old man with cow's lungs, and he still survived!"

"Smallpox vaccine? That must be true. How can something that is published in "Arcana" not be true?"

"Universal vaccination? - What a good thing! Sir, you don't know, if drivers like us get smallpox, even if they are cured, even the house and carriage will be burned down! I have an old friend who went bankrupt just like this. The only option is to go to the workhouse!”

"Me? I haven't done it yet. A gold coin is too expensive. If I only need a silver coin, I will get it right away!"

"Sir, are you really not feeling uncomfortable at all? - Oh, I see, then you must go to them to help you change the cow...what about that?"

"...You drive well!"

The chestnut cane in Arezzo's right hand was raised and put down, put down and then raised again. After enduring it again and again, I didn't get hit by the talkative coachman. Not long after, the coachman pointed forward and shouted:

"Sir, look, the red cross flag! We are almost there!"

Arezzo looked up and saw a strange-looking flag. Rectangular, with a white background and a thick red cross in the middle, the same length horizontally and vertically. Neither end touches the edge of the flag, it can be said that it does not lean on all four sides.

Arezzo searched his memory and found that no noble family crest seemed to have such a symbol...

Made it up yourself? Or does it have a special meaning in magic?

Does it refer to a specific spell?

Humph, he is a magician after all! I just love to do some deviant things!

The carriage rolled forward. After turning a corner, we reached the intersection in front of the "Red Cross". Arezzo took a casual glance and saw someone planting trees outside the wall, sweating profusely:

"Isn't it ready yet?" he asked the coachman casually:

"Are you still planting trees now?"

"Ah, that's not true." The coachman turned his head and glanced over, his tone immediately changed, full of respect:

"The magicians here are so nice. They say they are treating the poor. It doesn't matter if you can't afford the money. You just need to plant oak trees outside the wall. Plant an oak tree for a small illness. If you have a particularly serious disease, you can plant several oak trees." Tree. Say yes, and be worthy of their name."

At this point, the carriage has slowly slowed down. Arezzo raised his hand and knocked on the front shaft of the car, then threw a silver coin:

"Slow down and keep walking."

At the same time, his eyes glanced. The front entrance of the three-story building has a bronze plaque embedded in it, shining brightly:

Oak Grove Medical Research Institute.

It's here. The assassination master named [Viper] said to himself silently.

The owner of this place is the target of his mission, a young low-level mage. Well, it is said that he is still a priest?

In short, it is a little harder to kill than a simple mage or priest, but it is not too difficult to kill. Then, the key to completing the mission lies in the defense force around the target.

Arezzo leaned on the carriage seat, half-closed his eyes, and observed the medical center through the gap in his eyelids. There were some barbarians guarding the door, but they were not of high rank and were not of any concern;

There is some magic fluctuation inside the wall, but the level is not high, only second- and third-level magic at most, and there shouldn't be any powerful characters;

There is no trace of the mage tower, and there is no tower spirit scan, so the defense here should not be a concern...

So, what about the guards around the target?

What about the magic equipment on the target?

Looking for an opportunity, I want to visit that medical clinic, but there is no need to rush...

When it comes to killing people, it's normal to kill a mage who has a mage tower and conduct a survey for a month or two beforehand. There is no time limit for the Holy See. If you can get it within half a year, they probably won’t rush it——

Arezzo closed his eyes and walked away leisurely, never to look back again.

His external identity was that of a naturalist who came to Nevis to visit friends and publish his work. From proofreading, typesetting to printing, it will take several months. He can plan slowly to hit the target with one hit——

Moreover, the undercurrent surging under the smallpox vaccination incident also aroused his interest. Maybe, besides completing his goal, he can also play a big game?

Arezzo's thin lips pursed into a line, then slowly raised. Thinking that he could set off an unprecedented trend in such a city, his slender eyes couldn't help but shine with excitement:

So funny!

Hiding in the shadows, stirring up chaos in people's hearts, provoking complex desires, greed and fears, taking advantage of the situation in a strange city, and eventually turning into an uncontrollable storm...

What's the point of just killing someone?

If you want to do it, do it in a big way!

"Dear old Stephen——" Because he was in a good mood, his tone became particularly soft, which made the Vatican spy who played his "old friend" shudder:

"Do me a favor and bring me all the recent papers on smallpox vaccines. Of course, especially the writings of the Nordmark mage and the two articles in "Magic" and "Arcane" …”

In theory, the journals of the Parliament are not open for subscription, but it is not that difficult for people who are really connected to get them. The secret agent, who had been rooted in Nevis for twenty years, quickly brought a thick stack.

Under the bright light of the eternal flame, [Viper] Arezzo read the paper with great interest. Watch and laugh at the same time:

"The smallpox vaccine was taken from cows?—Has it not occurred to those who have received the vaccine so far to have thought of this?"

"Are they really not afraid of something going wrong?"

"According to what the paper said, it doesn't cost as much as one gold coin per person to get it from cows...Have those people who are going to be taxed never suspected that the parliament took the opportunity to embezzle?"

"Interesting and interesting... there are so many articles that can be written here..."

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