Chapter 144 Epidemic
"How long have you been unwell?" Lu Yi asked.
The middle-aged man hastily withdrew his bloody hand and said tremblingly: "Sir, it happened in the past few days. It might be because I caught a cold at night, and my health was not very good, so I coughed up blood..."
Seeing that the two men did not answer, the middle-aged man shook even more violently.
"My Lord, I am really just sick, I am definitely not doing any witchcraft!"
As if he was afraid that they would not believe him, the man rolled up his sleeves, revealing the skin of his thin wrists, and said, "Sir, look, if you don't believe me, you can check my body. There is absolutely no dark magic..."
Who doesn't know that the Vatican is vigorously cracking down on witchcraft and sorcery? If he is convicted by the people in the Vatican in front of him, he will definitely not survive tonight!
"Rant?" Gary frowned slightly, "What are you worried about?"
Lu Yi didn't answer, but reached out and held the man's wrist.
The magic power flowed along the two people's crossed hands, and Lu Yi's expression relaxed slightly.
——It was really as the man said, he was just weak and sick.
Not an epidemic?
Lu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and stepped back to a proper social distance.
"It's okay, sorry, I was just worrying too much."
Instead, the man became very nervous because of his apology and kept shaking his hands and saying "It's okay, it's okay".
Lu Yi half-knelt beside the man's stall, picked up a simple hand-woven item, left two or three silver coins, and then stood up and left.
Two or three silver coins are not too conspicuous, but they are enough for a middle-aged man to rest at home for several months.
After this little episode, the two lost the mood to go shopping at the market. They just bought some rare things and returned to the Vatican.
Before leaving, Lu Yi still thought of the middle-aged man with the swollen neck from time to time.
His symptoms were too similar to those of the plague.
It's hard not to make Lu Yi feel resentful.
He even wondered if this incident was related to the sudden appearance of Mios.
"What is Lanter thinking about? Why is he in a daze?" Machi asked curiously, "Have you packed everything? We are ready to leave."
"Him?" Gary raised his eyebrows. "He's just worrying too much!"
Ma Qi became interested and asked, "What's going on? What happened? You guys went to the market this morning but came back so early... something must have happened, right?"
As he spoke, he frowned and asked, "A romantic encounter?"
Gary was speechless. "In this remote place, a romantic encounter?"
"...You two are getting more and more outrageous." Lu Yi on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore.
He briefly explained it to March and also addressed his own doubts.
Machi's expression became more serious after hearing this. "You suspect it's a plague? Lante, you can't just say that. You need evidence."
Lu Yi nodded and said, "I know, so what I said was just a suspicion, not a confirmation.
"I once saw books about the Black Death in the library of St. Dover, which included images of people suffering from the Black Death."
There is no plague on the continent of Isaiah, but the name of the Black Death is consistent.
"Then you should also know that the last large-scale Black Death occurred several decades ago. The merciful God of Light had mercy on us and granted the Pope pure divine power so that the Black Death could be erased from human history and this dark disaster would never come again..."
Machi paused, "Lant, what you said is already rebellious."
Lu Yi remained silent, his light amber eyes staring at Machi as if they could speak.
March sighed, patted his shoulder helplessly and said, "I'll pretend I didn't hear anything this time. Let's go, we won't be able to stay in Boyak for a few days.
"Once we return to the Holy See, everything will be over."
Whether he becomes the Son of God or a bishop close to the center of power in the Holy See, the distance between March and Rant will become farther and farther.
They should return to their rightful places and be well.
…
In the evening, they returned to Pauillac as scheduled.
The residents of Pauillac remained enthusiastic and lined the streets to welcome their return.
"Oh, little Jasmine, how come you're even cuter after just a few days of not seeing you!" Heller was visibly happy after returning to a familiar place, "...Oh, that's not what I meant. Little Jasmine was also very cute before! She's getting cuter every day!"
Lu Yi was also stuffed with a bag full of bread, vegetables and fruits. His refusal was of no use at all, and in the end he could only helplessly carry these things back to the Vatican.
They traveled all afternoon and after a simple meal in the evening, Lu Yi went to bed early.
[“I still feel something is wrong.”] Lu Yi said faintly.
[Lu Yi, are you still obsessed with that man? ] 857 asked.
【“More than that.”】Lu Yi shook his head slightly.
[“Mios will definitely come to see me again, and soon.”]
[…Are all gods so idle? ]
[“Who said it wasn’t?”] Lu Yi half-closed his eyes, allowing sleepiness to creep in.
[“Because I have everything, I don’t care about anything.”]
Over a long enough period of time, the battlefield of the gods quietly shifted from the sacred mountain to the human continent.
One after another, the gods began to die. It seemed that the continent of Isaiah was in turmoil, but in reality it was still a struggle between different forces of gods.
[“After all, they are just toys in their hands to entertain themselves.”]
They, the tiny but numerous human race, were involved and became the lightest yet most important pawns.
Is this a blessing or a curse?
And what kind of treasure is hidden in the treasure map of the gods in his hand?
With his head full of mixed thoughts, Lu Yi fell into a deep sleep.
The next day.
Luo Saiqiao has brought new news.
The night they left, an epidemic broke out in the city of Luo Saiqiao, and nearly one-third of the residents showed symptoms of varying severity.
When Lu Yi learned the news, he was treating his team members. He suddenly heard the word "Black Death" and the light magic power in his hand dissipated instantly.
It was just one night, one third is such a terrifying ratio.
The injured team member let out a "hmm" and his cheeks instantly turned red as if he was drunk.
He looked at Lant in front of him dazedly and said slowly, "Lan, Lant, what's wrong with me? Why do I look like I'm drunk? This is weird. I haven't had time to drink today... I can drink a lot!"
Lu Yi looked apologetic, but without further ado, he pushed him down onto the back of the chair.
"Sorry, I was distracted. I'm just slightly intoxicated. It's not a big deal. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
"Ah? What oxygen? What's the drunken thing? What am I drunk on?"
Lu Yi turned around and gave a few words of instruction to the person next to him, then quickly stood up and followed Gary outside the house.
Gary's expression was rare and serious, and he walked anxiously towards the temporary meeting hall.
"You just said, the Black Death?"
Lant's voice was soft, but loud enough for Gary to hear and confirm.
"Has the source of infection been found now?" Lu Yi asked.
"We were still investigating when the news came. I don't know if it has been found now." Gary replied.
"How did you find out? How many people died in one night?"
"Nearly a hundred people died." Gary said solemnly, "If the deaths were not so tragic, we wouldn't have determined it was an epidemic so quickly.
“And most importantly, this doesn’t appear to be your run-of-the-mill Black Death.
"—at least not in the way that was written in books decades ago."
"Different? Different cause of death?" Lu Yi repeated subconsciously.
"Yes, and the middle-aged man you suspected that afternoon also died." Gary said depressedly.
"The bodies of each of the deceased were covered with dense black lines, like a curse engraved into their souls."
curse.
Lu Yi was stunned when he heard this.
Gary didn't care about Rant's shock. In fact, when he heard that the Black Death had really reappeared, his reaction was even more exaggerated than Rant's now.
"Does it sound scary? That was the Black Death. In that dark and heavy epidemic era with tragic casualties, humans were the weakest little ants! The Black Death, which had long been banished by the gods and became a thing of the past, was a thing of the past."
Gary deliberately prolonged the ending of his tone, revealing an extremely strange sense of weirdness and indifference.
Lu Yi covered his mouth with his backhand, "I didn't know you had the talent to sing opera."
For the nobles, performing opera on stage was not something they should be proud of.
But Gary did not react to Rand's slight verbal offense.
He was still in a trance over the fleeting warmth on his lips just now.
"arrive."
The door of the palace was wide open. March, Father Heller, and a group of candidates for the Son of God were sitting inside, seemingly arguing about something.
Lu Yi was crouching and was about to sit down in the corner near the door when he was noticed by the sharp-eyed Heller in the front.
"Rant, Gary, come sit over here!" Heller said.
Under the gaze of the rest of the people in the hall, Lu Yi walked forward calmly.
This palace was originally unused, and the only temporary use it had was to send people to move in chairs.
With March and Heller sitting in front, the seats around them were full of people, but the two seats closest to Heller were empty.
Okay, is this reserved for him and Gary?
"Rant, Gary, you came at the right time. With you two, all the candidates for Boyak are here," said Heller.
"We are currently discussing whether to leave for the Vatican and return to Kadivan two days in advance."
…
Above the dark eternal night.
Six people in black robes stood in a circle, with the one at the top sitting high on the throne.
Under the feet of these six people and one god, dazzlingly complex spells are linked together, and black and gold light shines upward from the invisible bottom. The divine formation is extremely complicated, and behind the faintly flowing light is the god's power that is enough to destroy the world.
Only rules can suppress this barely achieved balance.
Behind the throne was also a huge and mysterious spell formation. Occasionally, a trace of divine power escaped, directly suppressing the six people present and making it difficult for them to breathe.
Mios leaned his right elbow on the throne, his palm resting on his chin, and looked at the six people below the throne with boredom. The huge magic circle behind him seemed to be his absolute authority.
"If you have something to say, please speak up. I don't think you are very idle people."
He was the first to speak and broke the silence, and people came forward one after another, making gestures as if eternal night was coming.
"Eternal Night, my Lord, the newly victorious Vincent family has been completely replaced, and the Death Valleys in the Orc Forest and several other large orc settlements have also been properly arranged. We can attack at any time with just your order."
Mios nodded without interest. "It's time to send these stupid beasts to meet their beast gods... They are really as stupid as pigs and don't know how to adapt."
"My Lord, the believers are incompetent. There is no news about the insiders who have infiltrated the elves, but the life lights are still on, so the plan should be proceeding as usual."
Mios narrowed his eyes slightly and stared closely at the man in black robe.
"Then you are doing really badly as an elf - very badly! If there is still no news next time, you should pack up and return to the elf tribe."
The man in black robe swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat and bowed his head and said, "Yes, praise the gift of my Lord!"
——This is an elf tribe.
The other five people silently watched the man in black robe retreating back to his original position, each with their own thoughts.
"Eternal Night, my eternal and almighty Lord, the construction of the Abyss has been preliminarily completed, and the altars have been successfully built. My Lord can descend at any time!!"
The uniform black robes worn by the six people not only have the effect of hiding their figures, but also blur the tone of the wearer's voice.
Even so, the fanaticism in the black-robed man's tone was still unusually clear.
This was good news. Mios cheered up and reached out his hand to him.
"Very good, the believers who performed well deserve praise."
Feeling the pure magic power flowing slowly in his body and his own realm being loosened again, the black-robed man was overjoyed and excitedly retreated back to his original position. As he retreated, he still shouted: "Praise my Lord! Praise my God!"
"Eternal Night, my Lord, the benefits are increasing day by day, may all the glory and treasures belong to you——"
"Eternal Night, my Lord, our followers are really incompetent and still haven't found the exact location of Dragon Island..."
"They are surviving with their tails between their legs. It's normal that we can't find them, otherwise the Dragon God would have died in vain! Once I recover some of my strength, I can do something."
After the five men in black robes finished their report, the one at the end, facing Mios, slowly stepped forward.
"My Lord, everything in the Church is normal." The man paused, "It's just that the Black Death has appeared in the abyss near the Death River."
As soon as the black-robed man said this, the six people immediately started whispering to each other.
——The Black Death?
——How could the Black Death appear again? !
Mios smiled, as if he had thought of something or someone worth celebrating, and said excitedly: "Black Death! This is not an ordinary Black Death!"
"This is a gift from me. What do you think? Do you think he will like it?"
--he?
--who is he?
Several people looked at each other, all of them were extremely shocked.
This moody god rarely mentions others, let alone sends any gifts!
And the gift they gave was such a terrible gift - the Black Death!
"My lord, I think he will definitely like this gift!" The quick-witted man in black robe immediately complimented.
The other black-robed men also reacted and spoke in agreement.
"Yes, my God, this is an excellent gift. No matter who receives it, I'm afraid they will be very touched!"
"Praise the Lord!"
Mios glanced at the six people below and said slowly: "At the next gathering, he will join you and become the seventh core member."
"And you shall call him—"
"The Son."
Above the eternal night, the Son of Darkness.
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