A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 894: Garrett Observes the Distant Battle

"You all stay here, don't move."

After advancing to a knight, Garrett found that Senior Sister Filby indeed kept her promise and brought him to the narrowest part of the Holsea Strait, directly opposite Kallas City, to observe a possible future battle.

Of course, it was impossible to place them directly by the sea or even near the lighthouse or high points of port cities. The narrowest part of the Holsea Strait was only a few miles wide, too narrow for legends. One spell could fly across it.

Putting Garrett in such a place was like putting a tender lamb in the kitchen. Although not directly on the chopping board, if the enemy wanted to kill, they could easily grab and kill him.

"This cave is several miles from the coastline, and more importantly, the surrounding hills look identical, making it hard for enemies to notice. Stay within the detection-avoidance array's range and observe from here. There's a magic array for observation..."

Senior Sister Filby carefully instructed. Every time she said a sentence, Garrett nodded. Next to him, Cirilla impatiently raised her head:

"Got it! I'll protect Garrett! If something happens, I'll carry him and escape!"

Hearing the word "escape" from the mouth of the Silver Dragon princess was rare. Archmage Filby gave her a deep look and smiled:

"Alright. I'll count on you, Cirilla!"

"Rest assured!"Cirilla proudly lifted her head. Archmage Filby nodded to her, then turned and walked out of the cave. Garrett couldn't help but shout as he watched her figure disappear into the light:

"Senior Sister!"

"Hmm?"

"Where are you going?"

"We have our battlefield," Archmage Filby answered loudly without turning back or slowing down. She just smiled slightly:

"Little Garrett, this time, you only need to watch—you've done enough!"

Then, she strode out of the cave, summoned a magic horse, and rode away. The sound of hooves quickly faded into the distance.

Garrett silently listened. Until the last sound of hooves disappeared, he sighed, sat down by the cave wall, and buried his head between his knees.

In this war, his teacher estimated they would undertake the most difficult and dangerous tasks; his senior brothers and sisters were all on the battlefield; and he didn't even have the ability to assist on the battlefield's edge.

Even as an observer, it was probably an opportunity his teacher and senior siblings fought for him. From selecting the observation location to setting up various magic arrays, considering every detail...

He was really too weak.

He couldn't help at all.

"Garrett, what's wrong?"

Cirilla moved closer and sat down beside him.

The Silver Dragon girl pointed her finger, and a floating disc about a meter in diameter appeared before them. She pointed again, and snacks, pine nuts, hazelnuts, blueberries, strawberries, snake berries, bottles of juice, and various other treats filled the space.

"Want to eat something first? Once you're full, you can start working. What do you want for lunch? I brought roasted meat, bread, pudding, and vegetables, plus a pot..."

Garrett forced a smile at her and slowly shook his head. He gazed at the cave entrance for a while, then began to adjust and familiarize himself with various equipment:

A telescope set up at the entrance, as long and thick as a cannon barrel, capable of seeing directly across the Holsea Strait;

A professional observation magic array, according to the manual beside it, covered a radius of 100 miles, though the precision was less impressive; within 80-100 miles, it only showed spells of the seventh level and above, categorized by color;

Detection-avoidance, protection, and alarm magic arrays, which could completely shield the cave and its occupants, disguising it as an ordinary hill...

"Nothing is happening," Cirilla said, looking over.

"When will they start fighting?"

Garrett didn't know either. Maybe in three days, maybe five... Anyway, when they came, Senior Sister asked them to bring enough supplies for fourteen days.

In case the front lines became stalemated, an intense elemental storm erupted, or some unexpected change occurred... In short, when the front was unsafe, it was best to have enough supplies in the cave to last fourteen days.

Except for Cirilla, of course. Silver Dragons could go fourteen days without food or drink without any issues...

He slowly adjusted the magic arrays. Changing the coverage, adjusting the precision... trying to map the terrain to determine the explosion range of spells...

Cirilla, bored beside him, squatted in front of the telescope, moving the lens, adjusting the focus, trying to see far:

"Hey, I see the port on the other side! There are so many ships! Several are broken... No, they're burning! They're rushing toward the port!"

"The people on the ships... I can't see them clearly. Wow, it's exploding!"

"A white light shot from the city! It blew up the ship directly! Garrett, is there a display here? What level spell is it?"

Garrett operated the manual with one hand and adjusted the magic array with the other, almost burying himself in it. After a while, he suddenly exclaimed:

"What is this? It's so strong!"

"What is it?" Cirilla jumped over to look.

The magic array faintly showed a pattern, sketching the coastlines on both sides and seven cities. At the farthest point on the opposite side, northeast of Ostend City, a dazzling light spot kept flashing:

"What is it? Did you find out, Garrett?"

Garrett frantically flipped through the manual, comparing pages:

"Brightness... seventh level... no. Eighth level... shouldn't be. Ninth level?! What ninth-level spell is exploding here? And it doesn't seem to be exploding, but continuously maintained... Wait, let me check its category..."

Flipping to the beginning, checking the directory, then the "category" classification. Evocation, no, necromancy, no, transmutation, no...

Abjuration, conjuration, and divine spells, these major categories, dozens of possible spells, the colors are similar, so how to identify? White, silvery white, grayish white, flashing white...

I'm not an Eskimo, my eyes can't distinguish dozens of whites! Please, can you at least give an RGB color chart, with values for me to check?

Cirilla was already a bit impatient. She walked dozens of steps into the cave, chose a wide spot, and suddenly returned to her original form.

Her shiny silver vertical pupils half-opened, dragon wings spread wide, trying to touch every inch of this world:

"......"

Flowing wind, sweeping water, all kinds of invisible waves, let me see, what kind of spell is silently gathering on the other side of the strait!

"Cirilla, don't—" Garrett quickly glanced back, immediately pounced on the shield magic array to check the values.

Fortunately, when setting up the magic array, they considered the possibility of the Silver Dragon returning to her original form, even considering her flapping wings, rolling, and kicking the cave walls.

The detection-avoidance, magic fluctuation shielding magic array didn't turn dangerous red, nor did it show warning yellow. A quiet green, as if mocking Garrett's excessive worry.

"Phew." Garrett sighed with relief and continued to flip through the manual and adjust the magic array. Soon, he and Cirilla shouted together:

"Space!"

"It's space!"

"Ninth level, at least ninth level space magic!"

Where does this magic lead? Who is it for? What is coming out of it?

The more powerful the entity, the higher the level of the teleportation array required—just like heavier machinery requires higher-grade bridges and roads. Ninth-level space magic, whether a few legends or several dragons come out, Garrett wouldn't be surprised.

Are the teachers planning to come from there? Or will it open a rift to release some unknown powerful existence?

Garrett watched with bated breath. In the Sanctuary Cathedral, dozens of high-level clergy in Six-Link City's six cathedrals watched with bated breath too:

Should they activate the divine descent spell?

Should they annihilate this space magic?

The vibrations grew stronger, as if something stretched greatly and then burped...

"Ah, utilizing waste is wonderful." In the camp of the Nederland resistance army, the mages tasked with placing space equipment stretched greatly:

"This thing was originally made by the conjuration school to open a portal from the top of Igor Peak directly to the New World... Later, they found it didn't work, the distance was too far, and such a large portal would explode."

"But who says a failed portal can't be placed elsewhere?"

"The key is the power supply! Burning magic crystals is too expensive, human power supply might not be enough... Who thought of using electricity? This thing is so convenient! Connect the power, flip the switch, and we can go!"

"I first learned that chaotic energy waste magic crystals, meteorites, all burn, and burn efficiently! Usually burning coal, in war burning magic crystals, perfect!"

"And electromagnetic conversion naturally fluctuates... with slight modifications, it can simulate the rhythms of space magic. Add an amplifier, a transformer, it can be magnified dozens or hundreds of times..."

"The key is, they don't know, this portal is just like that, it will never fully open!"

With a "bang", two mages clinked their glasses of red wine lightly.

"Time's up. Push the power system inside to the highest level, let's go!"

"What's going to happen at the highest level?"

"We placed an egg in there before... seems to be from another space... maybe... it will hatch briefly?"

"That's the best! Await their grand spell! Give it a push!"

The two grabbed something like a ship's helm and struggled to turn it. Soon, the small hill began to shake violently!