our family is gone

Chapter 398 Leprosy

The masked man looked at the two people in front of him. The most obvious thing was their eyes. There was no disgust, disgust or even fear at all. On the contrary, they were very calm, without any pity, just like normal people.

But it's the equality that excites them the most, because it's been a long... long time since they've been treated as human beings...

"A plague once broke out in our town, but it was cured by this doctor. Maybe I can help you."

Lance raised his hand to signal, paving the way for Grindale's appearance.

"The skin is festered, the muscles are atrophied, and the bones are deformed. It is estimated that there are problems with the internal organs. It is leprosy, and this is already in the advanced stage."

Greendale was born in a "medical family" that has been passed down for thousands of years, and with the experience she has accumulated in practice for many years, she can judge the specific disease just by observing those people, but she is also a little entangled when it comes to treatment methods.

"This disease has existed for thousands of years, and there is no specific medicine. No matter where it is, the general method is to concentrate and isolate it away from the crowd to avoid the spread of infection. As long as those patients die, it will naturally end. If you want to treat it We can only use some special means..."

Lance knew that if it couldn't be cured, she would say it directly. If there was no way, it meant there was a way.

This is the extraordinary world. Everything can be cut through the extraordinary power. Even the diseases that are very troublesome in modern times in Lance's impression can be cured in this era, but what is the cost?

"Are you sure?"

"No, their bodies seem to have been completely destroyed, and they can't withstand the effects of the medicine. Even if they survive, the damage caused by leprosy to the body will not be reversible." Grindel said calmly.

Simply put, even if these people are cured, it will be like this.

As soon as Lance heard it, she knew that she wanted to take a strong medicine, either to die from the virus, or to die, even without the host virus.

"What if I make a move?"

Grindel looked at Lance strangely. She didn't know the price of Lance's ability, but there was a price for extraordinary power.

It doesn't matter how you use it on your own people, but is it really reasonable to use it on these strangers?
But since Lance said so, she could only nod slightly.

"I can give it a try. I've only heard about this disease, but I haven't actually come into contact with it. It will take a little time."

When Lance and Grindale were discussing the illness, the masked man couldn't help but focus on Grindale beside Lance.

"The barbarian wizard..."

Living here in Hamlet, Grindel gave up a lot of unrealistic barbarian-style decorations, except for the long green hair and slightly different face, there is no obvious difference.

The masked man could easily see Grindel's background, obviously a bit knowledgeable, but he shook his head slowly.

"It's useless, the best doctors in the Medical Association are useless, even the bishop's magic is difficult to cure."

"But I'm not them." Grindale threw out a sentence. She was gentle, but she was not easy to bully. She seemed to be able to vaguely feel his prejudice against her own identity.

"I don't mean to offend... Phew~ we don't have any money." The masked man seemed to realize that his words were somewhat ambiguous, and panted to explain.

In this situation where he needs to gasp for a few words, the leprosy may have destroyed his respiratory mucosa long ago. It really makes people wonder how he pulled the cart to Hamlet.

"No money." Lance agreed directly.

"Why?" The illness didn't make him lose his mind, there was always a reason for such a thing.

"Because I don't want to see a hero suffer from illness and end up like this, or you will die, but it shouldn't be like this."

Lance opened his mouth to say that it was a righteous statement, but in fact he had to add a condition in his heart, that is, he must be valuable to be called a hero.

"There are no heroes...there is only a broken broken sword." The masked man couldn't help but lamented, "Don't waste your efforts, this is God's punishment, not a curse that can be lifted by human power."

Hearing the possibility of healing was indeed gratifying. Maybe he once had a glimmer of hope, but the reality told him that no one could resist the will of God.

Those excitements finally returned to calm, more precisely numbness.

He has learned to bear it. In fact, his resistance to Lance's help is in the final analysis numb and rotten.

"The Broken Sword still has a day of recasting! Is there no time for heroes to return?"

It's just that Lance didn't think so, and his tone became a little more serious, trying to awaken his once strong heart.

"You'll have to try it to know if it's okay," he said, turning his gaze to the bandaged weirdos who were following him, "Even if it can't be completely cured, it's good to relieve your pain, don't you really want it? Give up the last chance and drag them into death like this?"

When it comes to them, those wrapped in bandages, whose limbs are twisted like zombies, also make hoarse and incomprehensible voices, but they are extremely firm.

"We have no complaints or regrets in our pursuit, and we cannot be shaken even by death."

Lance remembered the way Vic mentioned the death of those people who followed him, and it could be seen that he had a deep relationship with those people.

Starting from this aspect really made the masked man fall into silence, and only spoke after a while.

"what do I need to do?"

"You settle down first, leave the rest to me and the doctor." Lance said and stretched out his hand towards him, "Lord Hamlet, Lance."

"A dying person, Baldwin." He raised his hand and waved it, still unwilling to touch it.

"Let's go, go back and talk."

Lance turned and went back, but he didn't forget that there were still things that had not been resolved.

"why?"

The senses of those patients were basically destroyed by the pain, and Grindel couldn't help asking when she got a little distance away. She didn't understand why resources were being spent on those patients. This was not his style.

"Do you think ordinary people can still survive in this situation? Can they kill more than a dozen cultists? His strength is no less than that of Wolf Warrior before he mutated. You must know that this is his strength before he was sick when he was tortured by the disease." It is even more difficult to estimate.

Similarly, do you think that ordinary people can still walk with him when they are so sick?He had died a long time ago, and those who followed him were not ordinary people. "

Grindel was a little surprised to hear Lance's explanation now.

Why is it that when the wolf warrior dies, everyone is not under the wolf warrior?
In fact, she also felt that the man was extraordinary, but she didn't have Lance's ability to perceive the power of flesh and blood, nor did she have the powerful inspiration to spy on the aura, and that feeling was only on the surface.

But she could understand and would not question Lance's decision, knowing what she should do.

"I will prepare the potion as soon as possible."

"They, who have no place in the 'civilized' world, may still be of use to us."

Lance lightly threw out a somewhat cruel remark, as if these people were just chips in his hands.

But it's also true.

He would waste his energy only if it was worth it, otherwise ordinary people would not see him reacting after so many deaths...

Lance returned here to focus on the refugees.

"What the hell happened here?"

"My lord, I have already understood the situation."

Vic also came up to report at this time. There was nothing too complicated in the first place, so he explained what happened at that time in a few sentences.

Lance couldn't help but have a strange look on his face when he heard this, and asked those people.

"Didn't he just save you from those lunatics? Why are you doing this to them?"

No one answered, silence is still the majority.

"They are God's Punishers, they are spreading curses, they must be eliminated!" A person suddenly gritted his teeth and said something, as if he had some deep hatred with Baldwin and the others.

Obviously, he was still the one who threw stones. From this, it can be seen that he is the most radical, and the reason for this can be heard in his words.

"And then?" Lance asked them calmly.

But this attitude was considered by those guys as Lance agreeing with them, and suddenly some refugees began to show up.

"That is, if those people are allowed to come near us, they will be cursed."

"Yes, we are here to protect everyone."

"God said judgment..."

But in a few words, their actions became heroes to protect everyone, even if they just stood behind the administrator and yelled a few times.

But Baldwin, who drew his sword and faced the cultists to protect them, became the heinous person, a blasphemer who spread curses.

Seeing their excitement, Lance suddenly wanted to laugh, wondering if Baldwin regretted saving them?

A mask can cover the disfigured face, but it can't cover the kind and honest heart. On the other hand, those who have fallen into trouble, they don't need a mask to cover the face, but the vicious and twisted heart is hard to hide.

These people are basically useless in Lance's eyes.

At a glance, he was playing with Shengguang.

"This is not a divine punishment, but a contagious disease. It's normal for you to be afraid and resist." Lance's calm voice suddenly raised a bit, and he looked at the refugees.

"But they saved you just now. They even avoided you on purpose. They didn't contact you at all, they just passed by. Do they really need to show such malice and wish to kill them?

Opening your mouth is God's punishment, shutting up is a curse, it seems that you are the messengers sent by God to fall into the world, but are you really so righteous?Are you really for other people?

Judging others in the name of so-called gods is just to excuse your own incompetence by hitting others, and to release your twisted and ugly souls. "

Lance was not a good person, and his temper could not be calmed down easily, and the words in his mouth became more and more fierce, like a piercing knife tearing away their human skin, revealing an ugly and twisted soul.

"A hero is still a hero if he is sick, but a maggot will always be a maggot even if he is eating the flesh and blood of a hero. Your appearance makes me sick. You guys who are not even human are not qualified to join Hamlet!"

Those people where the voice spread all lowered their heads, and some of them turned pale. They were not ashamed of their behavior, but just afraid of the nobleman Lance.

Fear of nobles makes them resentful but dare not show it. This distorted psychology almost drives them crazy.

The voice was undisguised, even Baldwin who was behind heard it, and was quite emotional for a while.

Their tongues are tortured by illness and it is difficult to speak, and they are powerless to refute. At the same time, their long-term experience has also made them accustomed to this situation, knowing that no matter how much they say, it will not help.

I even gradually thought that maybe what they said was right, and I should be punished by God.

But hearing what he said just now made his numb heart feel hot, and he couldn't help but have doubts.

Do we really deserve to be treated this way?
Lance didn't notice Baldwin behind him, but took into his eyes the reaction of those refugees who had just shouted.

He knew that there was resentment buried in the fearful eyes of these people, but he didn't care about these rotten fish and shrimps, but urged him.

"Don't wait for me to do it, the one who cursed just now comes out by himself, get out of Hamlet immediately!"

No one dared to meet Lance's eyes, but no one stood up and left voluntarily. The one who yelled the loudest just now didn't respond, but tried to hide in the crowd.

The journey to escape is too hard, who would give up the place where they were finally willing to take them in?
It seems that for these envoys, their "just judgment" is still not worth a bowl of gruel.

Kelansi will not be polite to them.

"Do it."

Just after saying a word, the administrators picked up short sticks and pulled out the most obvious guys with their sticks. If there was any resistance, they would hit them randomly.

"Ah! Stop hitting, stop hitting."

"Please let me go."

"..."

For a while there were endless screams at the scene. It seemed that these "envoys" clamoring for judgment had no special power. They couldn't even hold a stick. They danced on the ground and could only cry and beg.

"Let them go, they already know they are wrong..."

But at this moment a hoarse voice sounded, and Baldwin put down the scooter and walked up. After all, he couldn't see it.

"You are wrong. People are as humble as ants and cannot be twisted like maggots. Tolerating evil is more vicious than evil itself, because you are hurting those good people and teaching ordinary people to do evil." Lance's will was unshakable, and his eyes swept To those guys, "You report each other, and once confirmed, you will be rewarded with a bowl of porridge."

Lance had given them a chance.

"He! I scolded him when I saw him just now!"

Immediately, someone reacted and directly pointed out a person beside him.

And when the sound came out, other people also reacted and began to report the people around them.

They fell into a vicious circle of suspicion, and the eye contact between them became terrifying, for fear that the other party would do something, accusations were spreading for a while, and the scene became very crazy.

Lance doesn't care what these people can really point out, because he already knows the target.

Another deeper reason for this move is to break up the relationship between these people. Anyway, after today, they will be full of suspicion and hatred inside, and transform their hatred towards themselves into themselves.

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