A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 852: Garrett: 120,000 Copies of Data? I’ll Take Them All Away?!

"Master Nordmark's suggestion is very important."

In the Tower of Heaven, the committee's afternoon tea was still ongoing. A reviewer from the Illusion Department took a twisted spiral cookie, bit into it, and felt the rich flavor spread in her mouth, lifting her spirits a bit as she slowly said:

"After a major disaster, there will definitely be a major epidemic. Not only will we be relocating refugees from Aeolan, but we may also take in a batch of refugees when we intervene in Nederland soon. If we don't prepare in advance..."

The important thing is to have experimental data and a cost assessment plan. That makes people feel assured!

"Right, who's going to do it?"

"Isn't Master Nordmark going to do it? — Okay, then let's not bother him. Let's assign the project to the Magic Academy, and each academy can be responsible for a plan. We can assign a few teachers, each leading a few senior students, as their annual internship..."

It's cheap!

No need to pay!

Teachers supervise, students do the work, and a little allowance for travel and food would be great, even the paper and pen costs can be covered by the academy...

The gentlemen and ladies of the review committee have always had rich experience in budget-saving!

Garrett wasn't that fortunate. Mobilizing a large number of students from the Magic Academy without compensation? Wishful thinking.

His people, even the necromancers, were all extremely busy. From morning till night, the research building echoed with various frustrated shouts:

"Ahhh— Why did it die again?! It died again!"

"Put on the protective suit! Don't think you can just cast a cleaning spell and skip the protective suit!"

"Are you an idiot? This egg can't hatch a chick, why are you inoculating it with cholera bacteria?! It's been so long, and you still can't recognize an egg. You really are an idiot! An idiot! A super idiot!"

Even Garrett himself, when passing by the research building, would often tread lightly and walk quickly. If there was a big commotion, someone inside might just drop a test tube...

With such a tight manpower situation, it was impossible to spare people for extra work. Garrett had to take the eternally free and idle Cirilla and wander over to the city hall.

After much inquiry, he actually found the source of the original data—

"Didn't you know? All the kingdom's ships need to keep a backup of their navigation logs at the city hall! Otherwise, if someone mysteriously dies on board, how can you explain it? How do you know if they were murdered?"

Having navigation logs was great. This thing probably existed in his previous life too— but they might not have been complete. After all, copying them was really expensive and they could only be collected when a navigation log was retired.

But in this world, 【Copy Spell】 is just a level 0 spell that even apprentice beginners can use. The city hall hired a dozen or so people to mindlessly copy, which was very convenient.

What?

Where do you find apprentices?

Oh, every year Nevis' three major Magic Academies have a batch of graduates...

Garrett got authorization from the review committee and went straight to the city hall. Leading the way was the same clerk who had sprained his back when Garrett had retrieved death records a few years ago.

Seeing an old acquaintance naturally made things easier. The clerk directly pushed open a door and led Garrett into a data storage room. Garrett and Cirilla stood side by side, facing two rows of towering wooden shelves. Each shelf was divided into four levels, each level holding a row of large boxes...

"So many?!"

"Indeed, there are this many." The clerk calmly waved his hand:

"At the end of last year, we counted about 1,000 registered ships in Nevis, weighing nearly 200,000 tons. According to Nevis' law, ships over 100 tons must submit navigation logs to the city hall."

A thousand ships a year.

Back and forth trips.

Old ships retire, new ships launch, increasing and decreasing in a rolling cycle.

And then it becomes such a large, such a large, such a large pile...

Garrett took a deep breath:

"Besides the year, how are these navigation logs sorted? By passenger ship? Cargo ship? Tonnage? Coastal or deep-sea routes? Or something else?"

"By time, sir, by arrival time. Each month is grouped together and sealed yearly."

Garrett held his forehead. Sorting by time was the most troublesome method, meaning he couldn't selectively pick out the data he needed—

Ships over 200 tons, deep-sea routes, passenger and cargo or cargo ships...

Now, he could only pack all the records back.

"Which shelves hold the records from the last 20 years?"

"Master, from this shelf, here, here, and here..."

Garrett glanced at the thick, solid wood shelves with boxes 40 centimeters high and over half a meter wide, densely packed. One row, two rows, three rows, four rows...

"How many are there?!"

"Master, every ship that doesn't sail the deep sea will dock once every month or two."

A thousand ships.

Docking once every two months.

Submitting a navigation log every two months.

20 years of data... 1000620=...

120,000 copies.

What kind of trouble have I brought upon myself?

Garrett's knees buckled. Cirilla quickly grabbed him, raising her voice:

"Can we take these records back, copy them, and return them?"

"It's possible..." Especially since years ago you borrowed 20 years of death records. Borrowing something else today, with the review committee's authorization, is of course possible.

But, so many boxes?

The clerk covered his back. Last time he helped move boxes, he sprained his back, and it was the master who healed him; this time, even if someone heals him, with so many boxes, his back can't take it!

Garrett also couldn't handle it. He stared at the stacks of large wooden boxes, inhaling, exhaling, steadying himself...

Calm, calm, one box is only a few hundred kilograms, definitely not half a ton. He was now a level three warrior, moving a few hundred boxes should still be doable...

How much could his space bag hold again?

As he was calculating furiously, beside him, Cirilla stepped forward, her delicate white hand on a box lid, casually pulling. Whoosh, a large wooden box slid out lightly, disappearing in her hand. Then, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

In the blink of an eye, the shelves in front of Garrett emptied one by one.

"Clap," "Clap," the Silver Dragon girl clapped her hands crisply. Cirilla raised her chin high, looking pleased:

"Which other shelves do we need to take? Garrett, you go register, I'll handle the moving!"

Garrett: "..."

Miscalculated, forgot that Cirilla's space item was basically a bottomless pit, capable of holding anything...