Warhammer Seal

Chapter 128
"Without talent, but with hard work, although it is difficult to practice one against ten thousand, you can still kill one person in ten steps."

Master Shu's comments are very pertinent. After all, eight years old is eighty years old. If you haven't started any training when you are eight years old, then your life will be mediocre.

Talent determines the upper limit, and hard work determines the lower limit. Most people are far from the time to fight for talent.

"Ruzi can be taught, and Ruzi can be taught!"

The Shu Lord is 83 years old. The Rat Man in Cathay has not been polluted and intrigued by the Dimensional Stone, so he has a lifespan that is almost as long as that of humans.

The number of disciples he has taught is almost the same as the three thousand disciples taught by the Confucians of Zhendan, but the one he admires the most is Wen De in front of him.

Work hard and be serious.

However, kung fu and learning depend on the master to lead the door, and the practice depends on the individual. Now we can only wait for Wende to practice and comprehend it by himself, and we must not encourage it.

Looking back at Ruixi, the dark elf also put away most of his mind after burning incense, meditating and drinking tea, and his murderous aura was hidden in his eyes.

If the two of them were brought to Medicine King Valley to practice, they would become world-renowned generals and leaders within three years.

It's just a pity that the time is short, and now the sun is dusk and the sun has set.

Shu Ye put on his beak mask again, and took the two of them to touch the sewer of Carcassonne Castle under the last ray of sunlight.

"Four or two thousand gold, get up!"

Master Shu's stick was stuffed into the iron grate of the sewer, he raised his breath slightly, and transported it into his dantian.

With a loud shout, the two finger-thick iron fences were directly pried open a big hole, just enough for three people to pass through.

It wasn't until then that Ruixi looked at Master Shu with respectful eyes, since dark elves only respect the strong.

Not to mention the dim light in the sewer, the smell is even more unpleasant, full of feces.

Wende began to regret why he didn't make a reliable bird's beak mask like Master Shu, but heard Master Shu make a tsk sound.

"Waste, the humans in Bretonnia are too wasteful, how much fertilizer can be made with so much feces."

Ruixi may not understand this point, but Wende does know that Cathay has a large population, but there is not enough arable land. The smart Cathay people have learned to use manure to make fertilizer to increase the output of the fields.

And in Bretonnia, the precious "golden juice" was left in the sewer like this, which also made Master Shu feel very sorry.

It has to be said that the Ratman's talent is too strong. They have a stronger sense of direction than the dwarves, and they can still find their way out of this foul-smelling and dark sewer by hearing.

Wen De put his hands together, and a manhole cover was slowly pushed away, and the three of them ran to the street in the dark.

Just after getting rid of the feces smell in the sewer, the smell of dead bodies raging in the city hits his face.

The current guard manpower is completely insufficient. Although there is no one to manage the curfew, in this case, there are only sick people hanging on the road with their last breath.

The small square in the distance was ablaze, and it was the scorching smell of human flesh and blood being scorched by flames.

But there were only two soldiers who could still stand, and there were at least dozens of corpses waiting to be burned.

You must know that the closer you are to the corpse, the easier it is to be infected by the plague. The two soldiers pondered each other, took off their armor, threw the long sword in their hands, and quickly disappeared into the night.

There were wailings and screams of pain from all the facades of the houses.

Acute fever, chills, headache, weakness, vomiting and nausea afflicted every patient, and all of them waited to die at home.

Some people with relatively strong physical fitness gathered at the city altar, knelt down under the statue of the goddess of the lake, and prayed for the blessing of the goddess day and night.

In the wealthy area of ​​the city, in the window of the castle high above, a knight is holding red wine and looking at the city that is constantly wailing.

These serfs are real, it’s not the first time Bretonnia has a plague, why pretend to be so miserable, today is the rest day stipulated by the goddess, these serfs shouldn’t make noise at night!

Forget it, wait until dawn tomorrow to announce the tax rebate decree, and give these serfs some bread, lest they stay up at night and cry there.

There are tons of food and wine in the knight's warehouse, and there are a few mice running around. Instead of letting the mice steal the food, it is better to give the serfs a little bit of knighthood.

Little did they know that at this time a flea fell from the mouse and slowly jumped towards the knight who was drinking wine.

"Master, what is our plan?"

After working hard for almost a year and a half, Wende made plans every time, made plans, and then thought about how to implement them.

Today I can finally get back my temper, leave the work of making plans to Master Shu, and relax for a while.

After all, Master Shu has quite a lot of experience in fighting the epidemic, and most of Wen De's understanding of the plague comes from books.

"Young hero and heroine, our top priority now is to find a safe house for three reasons."

"One is that there is a place to rest and drink water. Excessive fatigue will also reduce our immunity."

"The second is to avoid the censure of officials and gangsters. Now that the world is changing, anyone may attack us."

"The third is to isolate the experimental site. Although I have a vaccine to prevent the plague, I have no experience in curing the plague. I need experimenters, time, and a safe place."

Since it was already night now, and with his face wearing a beak mask, it was naturally difficult for him to find a place to live. This problem could only be left to Wende to deal with.

Along the way, I don't know how many doors I knocked on, but no one was willing to open the door for Wende.

In the end, it was a Bretonnian girl who opened the door for Wende. Through the flickering candles, one could see that the girl's body was already full of pustules, half of which had festered, and had been infected by the plague for a while.

"Are the three of you here to stay overnight? Please, please do what you want. I'm done, I can't do it anymore. I hope that the last good thing I do in my life can be known by the goddess of the lake."

After the girl opened the door to let the three of Wende in, she fell directly to the ground.

The fever and high fever caused by the plague had made her unconscious, and her life was counting down.

Ruixi immediately picked up the girl, although she thanked her for providing a safe house, but well, no source of infection should be left in the safe house.

Just throw this girl out, and then clean the house, wouldn't a safe house come out?
The cool nature of the dark elves immediately aroused the disgust of the Cathay Ratman, who immediately stopped Ruixi and asked her to put the girl on a clean bed in an orderly tone.

"Master Ratman, she is already a dead person!"

"She's alive, she's just sick, and I! am a doctor!"

　"Doctor, don't go. The village has already been plagued by a plague and has been isolated. If you go, you will definitely be infected."

　　"I'm a doctor, and I'm going to a plague-ridden village."

　　Salute to the retrograde.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)