Our family is in decline

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 in their eyes. On the contrary, they were calm, without any pity, and just like normal people.

But it is this equality that excites them the most, because it has been a long time... a long time since anyone has regarded them as human beings...

"There was a plague 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 Greendale's appearance.

"Skin ulceration, muscle atrophy, skeletal deformities, and probably internal problems have also occurred. It's leprosy, and it's already at an advanced stage."

Greendale was born in a "medical family" that has been passed down for thousands of years, and with her own experience accumulated over many years of practice, she could determine the specific illness just by observing those people, but she was also a little confused when it came to treatment methods.

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

Lance knew that if this couldn't be cured, she would tell her directly. If it wasn't, it meant there was a way.

This is the extraordinary world. Everything can be shortcuted through extraordinary power. Even diseases that Lance thought were very troublesome in modern times can be treated in this era, but at what cost?

"Are you sure?"

"No, their bodies seem to have been completely destroyed and cannot withstand the effects of the medicine. Even if they survive, the damage caused by leprosy to the body is irreversible." Greendale said calmly.

To put it simply, even if these people are cured, that's it.

Lance knew as soon as he heard that she wanted to give a strong medicine, either the virus would die, or the person would die. Without the host, the virus would still die.

"What if I take action?"

Greendale looked at Lance strangely. She didn't know the price of Lance's ability, but extraordinary power had a price after all.

No matter how you use it on your own people, it has some relevance, 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 have only heard about this disease and have not been exposed to it. It will take a while."

When Lance and Greendale were discussing the condition, the masked man couldn't help but focus on Greendale next to Lance.

"Barbarian wizard..."

Living with Hamlet, Greendale gave up a lot of unrealistic barbarian style decorations. Apart from the long green hair and slightly different face, there is no obvious difference.

This masked man could easily tell Greendale's origin. He was obviously knowledgeable, but he shook his head slowly.

"It's useless. Even the best doctors from the Healers Association can't do anything. Even the bishop's magic can't cure it."

"But I'm not them." Greendale said something. She was gentle, but not someone to be bullied. She seemed to be vaguely aware of his prejudice against her identity.

"I don't mean to offend... Phew~ We don't have money." The masked man seemed to realize that his words were somewhat ambiguous, and explained breathlessly.

He had to gasp for air just to speak a few words. Leprosy may have destroyed his respiratory mucosa long ago. It really makes people wonder how he managed to pull a cart to Hamlet.

"No money." Lance agreed directly.

"Why?" The pain was not enough to make him lose his mind. There was always a reason for such things.

"Because I don't want to see a hero be tortured by illness and end up like this. Or you may die, but it shouldn't be like this."

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

"There is no hero... all there is is a broken sword." The masked man couldn't help but lamented, "Don't waste your efforts. This is a divine punishment, not a curse that can be lifted by human power."

It was indeed gratifying to hear that healing was possible, and perhaps he had had a glimmer of hope, but reality told him that no one could resist God's will.

Those excitements eventually became calm, or to be more precise, numb.

He has learned to endure it. In fact, his reaction to Lance's help is in the final analysis numbness and failure.

"A broken sword can still be reforged! Isn't it time for a hero to return?"

But Lance didn't think so, and his tone became a little more serious, trying to awaken the strong heart he once had.

"You'll have to try to find out whether it works or not," he said, turning his gaze to the bandaged weirdos following him. "Even if it can't completely cure you, it's still good if it can alleviate your pain. Do you really want it?" Is this giving up the last chance and dragging them into death?"

When it comes to them, those people who are wrapped in bandages and whose limbs are twisted like zombies also make hoarse and unintelligible sounds, but they are extremely determined.

"We follow without regrets and cannot be shaken even by death."

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

Starting from this aspect, the masked man fell into silence, and he spoke after a moment.

"what do I need to do?"

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

"A dying man, Baldwin." He raised his hand and waved, still unwilling to make contact.

"Let's go, let's talk about it when we get back."

Lance turned around and went back, not forgetting that there was still something unresolved.

"Why?"

The senses of those patients were basically destroyed by the pain. When they distanced themselves a little bit, Greendale couldn't help but ask questions. She didn't understand why resources were wasted on those patients. This was not his style.

"Do you think the average person can still survive in this situation? Can he still 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 still the strength he had before he was tortured by the disease. It is even more difficult to estimate.

Likewise, do you think most people who are so sick can still go with him? He was already dead, and those who followed him were not ordinary people. "

Greendale was also a little surprised when she heard Lance's explanation.

Why is it that when Wolf Warrior dies, everyone is no longer under Wolf Warrior?

She actually felt that the man was extraordinary, but she didn't have Lance's power to feel flesh and blood, nor did she have the powerful inspiration to spy on the aura, so that feeling only stayed 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 have no place in the “civilized” world, but they may still be of use to us.”

Lance said a cold word, as if these people were just chips in his hand.

But this is also true.

He would waste energy only if it was valuable, otherwise ordinary people would die so many times without seeing any reaction from him...

Lance returned here and focused his attention on the refugees.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Sir, I already understand the situation clearly."

Vic also came up to report at this time. The situation was not too complicated to begin with. He explained clearly what happened at that time in a few sentences.

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

"Didn't he just save you from those madmen? Why do you still do this to them?"

No one answered, and silence was still the majority.

"They are God's Punishers, spreading curses, they must be eliminated!" One person suddenly said through gritted teeth, as if he had a deep hatred for Baldwin and the others.

It is obvious that he is still the one who throws stones. It can be seen from this that he is the most radical, and the reason why he is like this can be heard in his words.

"Then what?" Lance asked them calmly.

But this attitude was considered by those guys as Lance's approval of them, and suddenly some refugees began to show up.

"That is, we will be cursed if we let those people come near us."

"Yes, we are here to protect everyone."

"God said judgment..."

In just a few words, their actions turned them into heroes protecting everyone, even if they just stood behind the administrator and yelled a few curses.

But Baldwin, who drew his sword and faced the cultists to protect them, turned out to be a heinous sinner and a blasphemer who spread curses.

Seeing their excited expressions, Lance suddenly wanted to laugh. I wonder if Baldwin regretted saving them?

The mask covers the disfigured face, but it cannot cover the kind and upright heart. On the other hand, those who add insult to injury do not need masks to cover their faces, but it is difficult to hide the vicious and twisted heart.

These people are basically useless in Lance's eyes.

At a glance, he was playing with the Holy Light.

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

"But they just saved you. They even deliberately avoided you. They didn't come into contact with you at all. They were just passing by. Do they really need to show such malice and want to kill them?

Opening your mouth is a punishment from God, shutting up is a curse. It seems that you are the messengers sent by God to the world, but are you really that righteous? Are you really doing it for other people?

Judging others in the so-called name of God is just to make excuses for your own incompetence by attacking others and to release your twisted and ugly souls. "

Lance was not a good person, and his temper could not be calmed easily. The words in his mouth became more and more harsh, like a bone-piercing sharp knife tearing open their human skin, revealing their ugly and twisted souls.

"A hero is still a hero even if he gets sick, but maggots will always remain maggots even if they are eating the flesh of the hero. Your appearance makes me sick. You guys who are not even human beings are not qualified to join Hamlet!"

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

The fear of the nobles makes them resentful but dare not show it. This twisted psychology almost makes them crazy.

The voice was unabashed. Even Baldwin behind him heard this and was quite emotional for a moment.

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

He even slowly began to think that maybe they were right and that he should be punished by God.

But hearing those words just now made his numb heart feel hot and he couldn't help but have questions.

Do we really deserve to be treated this way?

Lance didn't notice Baldwin behind him, but took in his eyes the reaction of the refugees who just shouted.

He knew that there was resentment buried in the fearful eyes of these people, but he did not pay attention to these rotten fish and shrimps, and instead spoke to urge them.

"Don't wait for me to take action. Come out and get out of Hamlet right away!"

No one dared to look at Lance, but no one stood up and left voluntarily. The one who shouted loudest just now did not respond, but tried his best to hide in the crowd.

The journey to escape was too painful. Who would be willing to give up the place that was finally willing to take them in?

It seems that for these divine envoys, their "just judgment" is not worth a bowl of gruel after all.

But Lance wouldn't be polite to them.

"Do it."

Just saying that, the administrators picked up short sticks and pulled out the most obvious guys with sticks. If they resisted even slightly, they beat them with sticks.

"Ah! Stop fighting, stop fighting."

"Please let me go."

"..."

For a while, screams could be heard at the scene. It seemed that these "gods" clamoring for judgment did not have any special powers. They could not even carry a stick. They danced on the ground and could only cry and beg.

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

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, and Baldwin put down the cart and walked up. After all, he couldn't bear to see this.

"You are wrong. People can be as humble as ants, and they cannot be twisted like maggots. Indulging in evil is more vicious than the evil itself, because you are hurting those good people and teaching ordinary people to do evil." Lance's will was not shaken, and he glanced at 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.

"Him! I just saw him and scolded him!"

Someone immediately reacted and directly pointed out the person next to him.

When this 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, fearing that the other party would do something. For a time, the accusations were spreading, and the scene became very crazy.

Lance didn't care what these people could really point out, because he already knew the target.

There is a deeper reason for this move, which is to break up the relationship between these people. Anyway, after today, they will be full of suspicion and hatred, and the hatred they face towards themselves will be transformed into themselves.

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