Chapter 473: The Kid Who Made the Cowpox? Kill Him!


    Garrett was deeply immersed in his research, and his papers were being published in an orderly fashion.


    The first one, "On the Prevention of Smallpox Epidemic via Human Vaccination Method," required the mage apprentice who penned it to bury himself in the library, sorting through case studies, to the point where he lost a third of his hair within half a month.


    Of course, with the direction and outline provided by Garrett, and such sleepless effort, the paper was innovative and creative, solid enough not to disgrace Garrett. Once submitted, it landed in the hands of the reviewing editor and did not let Garrett down:


    The methods of vaccinia, dry vaccination, liquid vaccination, and arm-to-arm inoculation—how to operate, what to pay attention to, and the success rates. The structure was clear, and the logic was rigorous; as a review article, it did not disgrace Garrett at all.


    Half a month later, this paper was quietly published in a second-tier journal in Black Crow Swamp, with Garrett merely listed as the corresponding author. Essentially, except for mages and priests who studied plagues or even smallpox, hardly anyone noticed it.


    Even so, for the apprentice publishing for the first time in his life, he was ecstatic enough to run around the research institute twice with the journal, then distributed it to every one of his friends—


    "Beat him up!"


    "Yeah, hit him!"


    "Bash his head! Pluck his hair!"


    The necromancer apprentices rolled up their sleeves and swarmed in. Garrett stood outside the circle, hands folded, watching for a long time before he finally coughed loudly:


    "Stop fighting! Let’s discuss something serious—have all the rabbits been injected today?"


    The apprentices instantly dispersed like birds and beasts.


    Half a month after the paper on human vaccination was published, Garrett’s article on "The Rationale and Effects of Cowpox Vaccination for Preventing Smallpox" slowly made its way to the "General Magicians Monthly."


    With that as a milestone, the implementation phase of cowpox vaccination also progressed.


    With the council’s manpower and resources invested, the promotion of cowpox vaccination became instantly straightforward. Finding healthy cattle, infecting them with cowpox vaccine, and then using the vaccinia to infect more healthy cattle...


    This chain reaction continued unceasingly; within a month, the number of vaccinia cattle exploded from two to ten, then to fifty, a hundred.


    Following the storage protocol provided by Garrett, specialists sent by the council collected the vaccinia, dried it, and sealed it in a refrigeration box at 4 degrees Celsius. After quietly accumulating a batch of vaccines, the powerful propaganda machine roared into action—


    "Did you hear? Last month, there was a smallpox outbreak in the eastern city of Nevis, they say coffins for children were sold out!"


    "What now?"


    "Your Excellency, Lord Arezo mentioned after his last mission that he should not be disturbed for five years..."


    "Tell him that he will receive my treasured piece of dragon bone upon completing the mission!"


    "Yes, Your Excellency!"


    The black-robed attendant bowed respectfully and left. Alas, the Grand Judge was furious, truly sparing no expense... That piece of dragon bone was a war trophy from ten years ago, heavily sealed in the treasury, too precious for even him to use!


    Meanwhile, in another church in the Radiant Holy City, the elder monk, [Saint of the Mortal World] Carnino, flipped through the paper over and over again, lost in thought. After a while, he put down the paper, walked barefoot to the back of the church to the vegetable garden, and picked up a hoe again:


    "He’s a thoughtful child. Pity... Continuously challenging our Lord’s authority, the Black Knights probably can’t accommodate him... Ah, I hope his method can be preserved before he’s eliminated..."


    He carefully weeded the garden, then picked up a watering can, sprinkling water scoop by scoop. The sparkling water droplets formed an arc, and Carnino squinted at the rainbow in the droplets, as if trying to discern additional colors beyond the seven visible ones.


    "Actually, if you talk about blasphemy... those who commit various sins in our Lord’s name, the clergy, are the real blasphemers..."


    The paper on cowpox was like a stone thrown into a pond, creating ripples, neither too large nor too small. However, at the center of the pond, on the streets of Nevis City, a loud shout was heard:


    "Not 750, not 750 gold coins! Not a single [Remove Disease]! Just 10 gold coins, 10 gold coins, and you can be free from smallpox for life!"


    Apa ran swiftly from not far away. Garrett painfully clutched his forehead on the back of a Silvermoon Deer:


    What’s with this hawking-like promotion?


    I didn’t teach them "not 998"!


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