Garrett was confident.


    The innkeeper Borlu was both shocked and delighted.


    Little Larry, who had just been trembling, lit up at the news that his belly wouldn’t have to be cut open.


    Havardan, the young man who brought the Raven Flag, puffed out his chest almost to the point of flipping over and flashed a thumbs-up, casting a defiant look around: See! The person I brought in is impressive, right?


    The priests of the Lord of Radiance didn’t feel quite as good about the situation. The young priest in white robes was about to say something when the priest in red beside him coughed. Straightening his robe, he stepped forward:


    "It’s really good if the child can suffer less. Unfortunately, it’s time for our evening prayers, so we have to leave temporarily. The task of continuing to help this child, we’ll leave to you."


    He bowed slightly and turned to leave. A wave of priests and knights stood up and neatly headed to their rooms. The white-robed priest wanted to say more but got pushed hard by someone next to him and had to join the lineup in silence.


    One by one, the doors opened and closed, and prayers began to echo. After the evening prayers, the red-robed priest, along with the young man in white, rushed out of the inn and didn’t stop until they reached the top of a nearby hill.


    "Bishop Klind, watch your attitude!" The moment they stopped, the red-robed priest began to scold:


    "Do you know what we’re here in the Northlands for?!"


    "To spread the glory of our Lord," Bishop Klind hurriedly answered. Having become a fifth-level priest at 18 and in charge of a church, and at 23, an assistant to a great bishop, his future was bright. Yet, in front of the red-robed priest, he dared not show any pride, bowing and saying:


    "To let the people of this land, especially the dwarves, feel the grace and love of our Lord."


    "And what are you doing now?!"


    Archbishop Jeroni was furious. This mission to the dwarf kingdom was crucial, needing to foster good relations with the dwarves, not about fighting. Not to mention, dwarves worship the so-called Forge God, barbarians their Father God, and various other deities...


    You want to shout "The Lord of Radiance is the only true God" in front of them?


    They’ll beat you to death!


    "We’re here to let these barbarians feel our Lord’s grace! To be charitable! To love! To help others more! Why are you provoking those magicians? They’re helping that barbarian child, too. By doing this, do you want to appear aggressive and brutish?!"


    Borlu, holding his son back from running and leaning on the table, looked up and asked. Garrett looked up at him and smiled:


    "Of course— not right now! Wait a moment, let me ask who has a potion—"


    Who’s ever heard of doing an endoscopy right away! Of course, the intestines need to be cleared first!


    Garrett pulled Mage Simond aside for a quiet discussion. Ironically, despite being a dual-classed priest and mage, a servant of the God of Nature, he hardly had any local herbs on hand. His teacher would surely scold him if he knew.


    Luckily, Mage Simond was prepared. Garrett took a large bag of laxatives from him and handed it to Borlu:


    "Mix this with water for your son to drink, have him drink lots of water— like the cups on your table, at least three full cups. Tonight, clear out everything in the intestines until what comes out is just clear water. The cleaner it is, the clearer the arcane eye will see!"


    Ah, hopefully the barbarian’s constitution is strong enough to not cause electrolyte imbalance. Without polyethylene glycol electrolyte powder, he was a bit nervous. Fortunately, before that medicine was available, magnesium sulfate powder and senna leaves could be used as substitutes...


    Garrett slept soundly until morning. Not that he didn’t want to check on Little Larry for electrolyte imbalance due to diarrhea, but— the cruel rule of this world was that without enough sleep, magicians and priests would be powerless the next day.


    He could only leave a packet of oral rehydration salts with Bernard, repeatedly instructing him: Stay with the child. If anything seems wrong, dilute this in water and make him drink!


    The next morning, the boy was already weak from diarrhea. Fortunately, his intestines were indeed cleaned out. After confirming, Garrett had the boy undress and curl up on his left side, then began to gather his tools one by one. Archmage Serrano secured the best spot, conjuring the arcane eye, and fretted:


    "The arcane eye can’t get in!"


    "It can! Watch mine!"


    Garrett produced a peculiar device. It resembled a duckbill cylinder that split into two parts, with two handles perpendicular to the cylinder at the bottom. Squeezing the handles opened the cylinder until it was wide enough to fit two fingers.


    Garrett lubricated the cylinder, inserted it, and opened it up. With his other hand, he summoned vines that grew at the sight of wind. Wrapping around the arcane eye, they lowered it down, following the path opened by the cylinder.


    "Ah, ah, ah... I see it, I see it!" The magicians jostled for a view, forming a large circle around the light screen provided by the arcane eye:


    "There’s really something inside!... But what are all these?"


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