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Chapter 261 The Second Trial

Steve's new ability is called Far's Stone.

This is one of the four sacred objects of the Danu clan.

The four divine objects correspond to the four elements of earth, fire, water and wind in alchemy.

From now on, as long as Steve stands on the earth, he can turn the terrain into his own power and become immortal.

Unless your feet leave the earth.

And what makes Steve even more excited is that this is the first trial.

What if more trials could be completed?

Can he hold all four divine objects in his own hands?
Steve didn't hesitate and immediately put the rosary beads on his forehead again.

The familiar scene changes happened again, and Steve came to a new scene.

"Dr. Siriac, we can't do it here!"

Dr. Siriac misunderstood what Steve meant.

Steve said vaguely.

"Don't move, your body can't tolerate any torture anymore!"

"Ok?"

He asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Bird's eye doctor.

During this period of time, Dr. Siriac was busy in the ward and did not bother to take a sip of water.

How is this going?

With doubts in mind, Dr. Siriac approached Steve again.

Steve's eyes were always fixed on Dr. Hiriac, and it was inevitable that he would not be noticed. When Dr. Hiriac saw Steve's eyes, he was slightly surprised.
Although he didn't see the desire to survive in Steve's eyes, he didn't see any despair either.

Steve was frightened by his appearance, and his body felt really uncomfortable, so he struggled to get up. When Dr. Siriac saw Steve's appearance, he hurriedly pressed him down.

Dr. Siriac tried his best to comfort him, but his lack of confidence made his words unconvincing.

It seems that this plague is not simple!

Steve, who had already experienced it once, knew that he could not figure out the reason now, so he was not too shocked. He quickly adjusted and began to observe his surroundings.

Disease...

He is dressed in black, wearing a waxed robe, leather gloves, and a mask with glass eyes and a beak-shaped beak.

Steve was slightly stunned. Dr. Siriac could see people so accurately!
Of course he doesn't care about death, because he is going through all this now just to prevent this death from coming in the future.

A wry smile appeared on Steve's lips: "It's just like that, how can it get better?"

Steve's hands dropped weakly. The signs of death came so quickly this time that he didn't even need to know which era he was in, because the plague did not distinguish between eras.

Only then did he realize that he was lying on a straw mat, and there were patients like him lying around, all of them limp and groaning in pain.

“The end of life is not the end.”

"Doctor, what's wrong with me? Cough cough cough cough -"

He knew in his heart that he was going to die, but why did he still have hope?
Doesn't his hope rest on his own life?

This is the classic image of the plague doctor in the Black Death of the Middle Ages.

"Yes, God is with us."

Steve muttered in his heart, but before he could react, an inexplicable nausea eroded from the inside out, stomach acid churned and refluxed, and extreme discomfort spread throughout his body, making him moan in pain.

At this time, a man dressed strangely came over.

It's just that this persistence in life has not been conveyed to others. All the patients on the straw mat have dull eyes. Like Steve, they no longer have any hope for survival.

This image was so classic that Steve recognized it at a glance.

Steve lay on the straw mat, quietly waiting for the end of his life. He stopped caring about himself and had more energy to observe others.

But of course, you can't say this to Dr. Siriac.

someone yelled, hearing Steve moan.

Seeing Steve's helpless look, Dr. Siriac sighed in his heart and said no more.

This is where?

Is this Dr. Siriac?
Dr. Birdbill came over, gave Steve a basic examination, and then washed his hands with hot water. He remained silent throughout the process.

Steve finished speaking weakly, followed by a violent cough.

Not only did he have no strength at all now, but he was also weak and his health was even worse than that of ordinary people.

What Steve means is that his death here is not real.

"You don't seem to care about your own death?"

"Hey, don't think too much about it. Although this epidemic is terrible, at least some people have survived."

"Ghosts are different from people. In this era, ghosts may have a better life than people."

"The world turns people into ghosts, is that what you mean?"

Dr. Siriac nodded and said, "We live in this world, who has it easy?"

Steve asked: "Dr. Siriac, aren't you afraid of being infected?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Dr. Siriac shook his head gently, "It has already been infected if it is to be infected. Life or death depends on how God arranges it."

Steve said disapprovingly: "But we can't just put the patient anywhere like now, and anyone can come in and out. At least the windows must be opened for ventilation..."

He talked a lot, but Dr. Siriac didn't seem to understand much.

Forget it.

Steve shut up and stopped doing useless work.

These are all scenes from Avalon and cannot be regarded as reality at all.

After the conversation ended, time passed slowly.

Steve had been in this scene for five full days.

This was an unprecedented experience. He had been lying on the hospital bed, feeling the pain that was worse than death.

It reminded him of the time before he received the serum.

At that time, he was sick all over his body and could not feel comfortable even a day.

The free time also gave Steve more time to collect information.

In the past five days, Steve has roughly understood his current situation.

The era he is in now is in the Middle Ages.

The patients around him, including himself, would suffer from symptoms of systemic poisoning, and most of them would eventually die of shock and respiratory failure.

Based on his own observations, Steve found that the red and swollen areas were lymph nodes. With such obvious symptoms, the name of the disease was already obvious - pneumonic plague!

That is, the Black Death who took away one third of the population of medieval Europe and 2500 million lives!
In the 14th century, the Black Death began in Messina, a port city in Sicily in southern Italy, and swept across Europe.

Italian poet Giovanni Boccaccio once wrote about the scene in "The Decameron".

"The city has become a hell on earth. Pedestrians suddenly fall to the ground and die while walking on the street; people who stay at home die alone, and no one knows about it until the stench of the body is smelled; a large number of corpses are killed every day and every hour. Transported outside the city; the cows roam the streets of the city, but there is no trace of people..."

However, current treatment methods in Europe are extremely backward.

When a patient is infected with the Black Death, the doctor's treatment will be divided into three steps. The first was bloodletting.

Use a sharp blade to cut the vein in the patient's most painful area in the medial elbow and place leeches on the wound. If the infection is severe, cut more veins and place more leeches.

When the leeches swell up after absorbing enough blood, they will fall off. The doctor puts them back into the jar and then bandages the wound.

This kind of treatment is not said to be immediate, but it can also be said to be useless.

Then there is medication.

Make a plague potion by mixing angelica, juniper, figs, saffron, and vinegar together. Add a pinch of nutmeg to taste and let the patient drink it while it's still hot.

The effect of this agent is to induce sweating, in the hope that the disease will be expelled along with the sweat.

Or make a hot poultice of lily root, distiller's grains, and cottonwood, apply it to the surface of the boil to swell it, and then puncture the abscess to drain the poison.

Finally, hang incense made from rosemary, sage and lavender around the house, with a bowl of hot vinegar next to it to enhance the effectiveness of the incense and allow the steam to remove airborne germs.

Finally, the above process is repeated.

Occasionally they would provide patients with simple meals, such as chicken or veal, and let them gulp down the food with a glass of beer.

At least this way, they can go a little more peacefully.

Hopeless……

Steve was lying on the straw mat, staring blankly at the top of the ward. Knowing his situation, and thinking about the knowledge he already had, it made him feel the despair of this era.

"Why are you looking like this today?" Someone suddenly asked.

"After all, I am also a person who will die soon after contracting the plague. Isn't it strange that I make any expression?"

Steve knew who was coming without even looking.

Dr. Siriac sat on the floor next to Steve.

"I went back and thought about it, and what you said does make sense. I have tried it in a few wards recently. Although the effect is not obvious, there are indeed fewer patients infected in those wards."

"I've been meaning to ask you something."

Steve ignored Dr. Siriac's excitement, but looked straight at the roof of the tent and asked suddenly.

"You said it," said Dr. Siriac.

"Why do you keep me in this memory?"

Steve turned his head and looked at Dr. Siriac, his eyes filled with determination.

He has seen through it all.

"So you've already guessed it."

Dr. Siriac's expression gradually became stiff, no longer the lively look before. It was obvious that it was his true identity who was speaking now.

Similar to Clint, the butler in Norwich Territory.

This is the will within the scene.

Now that he recognized his identity, Steve had actually passed the initial test.

He is qualified to touch the divine object in this scene.

Dr. Siriac raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips touched the center of Steve's eyebrows.

Memories flooded his mind.

In front of you is an ordinary small village. From the outside, there is nothing special about it.

If I had to say it, I could only say it was too quiet.

It seems like no one lives there.

Steve walked into the village.

"Boom——"

Just as he took a step into the village, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the pattering raindrops fell, turning into a downpour in the blink of an eye.

The rain pours down, as if it wants to wash away all the filth in the world.

An ominous premonition emerged in Steve's mind.

In front of his eyes, the paths of the village began to twist, and blood seeped out of the ground. As the rain gathered into a river, it rushed towards Steve. The waves of blood and countless wailing people were trying to pull Steve into the river of blood. among.

Steve took a step back, and in the blink of an eye, the path in front of him returned to normal.

It's like nothing happened.

"What just happened...was an illusion?!"

Steve opened his eyes wide, feeling the lingering heart palpitations in his chest. The scene just now that seemed to come from hell made him break out in cold sweat.

He let the raindrops hit him carefully, stepped on the path, and walked cautiously towards the village.

The houses in this small rural village are not densely distributed, but they are well-proportioned, with a strong sense of life. Some houses even emit smoke. Steve walked in and opened the lid of the pot. The stew inside had been boiled.

"There's not a single person in sight, it's like they all disappeared at the same time."

Steve walked towards the center of the village. Due to the erosion of the rain, the footprints on the ground had become blurry, but he could still make out a large number of people approaching the center of the village.

"What kind of big event could cause them to not even have time to put out the kitchen fire?"

As Steve walked, he called out, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered him.

The village was eerily eerie.

Steve felt more and more uneasy. If a scary-looking monster appeared in front of him, he might not feel this way, but the unknown fear of not being able to see anything was truly scary.

The road ahead begins to turn red.

Steve thought it was the same hallucination of blood seeping from the ground as before, but after careful observation, he discovered that it was not an illusion, but real blood.

The smell of blood settled in the air, getting stronger and stronger.

The further inside, the thicker the blood stains become.

Until the first body appeared.

It was a man in his thirties. His working life made his skin look dark and rough. His face was frightened. A large hole opened in his lower back and penetrated to the front of his body. His internal organs were spilled all over the floor.

Steve suppressed the discomfort in his heart and stepped forward to watch.

The murderer's movement was very crisp, with one fatal blow. Judging from the wound, it looked like he had directly pierced the man's body with a claw.

"Not human..."

Steve continued to check and found no signs of eating on the body.

"Not an animal...or a man-eating monster..."

Although this body was broken, it was well preserved in all aspects, except... there was a little bit of blood!
Steve confirmed again and again that although it was due to the rain, based on the concentration of red in the rain he saw along the way, the other party's blood was indeed much less.

"After killing someone, it will absorb part of the blood from the opponent's body. Because the corpse was severely damaged, it was not discovered immediately, but the monster did absorb human blood."

After getting the answer, Steve straightened up, his heart getting heavier and heavier.

It is self-evident who the murderer is.

The legendary vampire...

This was just the first corpse he encountered. According to the smell of blood, there was definitely more than one person dead.

Even if the whole village was killed, Steve wouldn't be surprised.

If you want to get the second power of Avalon, it seems you have to face a vampire!

(End of this chapter)