The Wizard’s Way Home

The next day, most of the members of the delegation fell ill. Except for the two silver knights, most of the rest were bedridden. A few people who were weak and even had a high fever began to talk nonsense.

This situation scared the two knights enough, and at this time they didn't care about their position and dignity, and hurried to the city lord's mansion for help.

But this time, they did not receive a cold reception, but smoothly met the Viscount Kenan who had just returned. Kenan sat at the desk and listened quietly to their narratives, and after careful inquiries about the situation, he meditated for a while before saying, "According to your description, this should be a kind of plague. You need to ask the Lord Tarona. Forgive (Goddess of Poison and Disease), otherwise, according to the rules of the kingdom, I need to seal up this area to prevent the spread of the plague and the destruction of the entire city."

"My lord, you can't do this. If you do this, they will all die." The two knights were a little anxious, and the plague was something of a change for them in this period. Moreover, in this world, plagues are often related to undead magic, and even some plagues are cursed in nature. Ordinary medical techniques are generally difficult to be effective, and they can only ask for help from the gods. Or get the antidote from the caster.

"I'm sorry, I also want to help them one or two, but Sharpster does not have a temple under the crown of Tarona, so we can't do anything about it. I will write a letter of credit to the capital as soon as possible, requesting Your Majesty Queen Catherine handles this matter. Before that, I could only hire some people with money to take care of one or two. However, there may not be many people that can be hired. After all, you all know what the plague is, if it is not real. If there is no way for the poor, no one is willing to apply for this job. Okay, I'm going to write to your Majesty, you go down first."

Before the two knights could say anything, the guard at the door took them out.

Kenan, sitting on the large desk, slowly drank a cup of tea and began to write a letter to Queen Catherine to report the investigation team's infection of the plague. And the corner of his mouth showed an imperceptible smile unconsciously.

The letter was written quickly, and after it was sealed with fire lacquer, Kenan gave the letter to the newly appointed clerk. The clerk put the letter on the Raven and sent it out-this was an emergency. A common means of communication for events.

The Kingdom is still very sensitive to the word plague. After seeing Kenan’s letter, he hurriedly dispatched the airship that the Kingdom bought from the goblin clan at a high price, rushed to Sharpster, and fell ill to the investigation team. The king is ready to accept the blessing of the goddess of disease and plague to eliminate the plague from his body.

Kenan showed an indescribable smile as he watched the airship slowly moving away in the air.

At this time, Rod Hart, who was standing next to Kenan, said with some gratefulness, "Lord Lord, this plague came really in time, otherwise, this storm is really not easy to hide. It is the division of the city. I have been in quarantine for a period of time, and business will be affected a lot."

"In time? Maybe." Kenan said nonchalantly.

If you want to talk about the plague, others may not know it, but Kenan is not clear enough. This plague is actually a mixture of gas that Kenan has used the residual blood and soul after killing some time ago. , And released them in the house where the investigation team was stationed. The effect of this gas is not strong, it can only make people seriously ill, and the fatal effect is not strong. Even if the investigating team does not accept the blessing of the gods, they can recover from a good rest for a period of time. It's just that it will be greatly damaged.

This is why Kenan dared to release him in his own city. If it were changed to a real plague, Kenan would not release and use it in his own territory.

Kenan is not worried about whether this kind of plague will show his feet to the goddess. The way he prepares the plague is according to the methods used by the necromancers in this world. It is indistinguishable that it is imitated by outsiders. Moreover, Kenan even thought about the reasons for the undead wizards to release the plague, and wanted to use this event to create civil strife in the Kingdom of Elasia, and then they could take the opportunity to send troops to capture Harmondale.

Look, what a perfect plan, if it weren't made up by Kenan, then Kenan himself would have believed it to be true. Who would let those necromancers do all these things that make the creatures angry and resentful, it is simply the best choice for the wrongdoer.

After sending off the pesky investigative team, he left the Sharpster incident to Rodhart, and Kennan took Jamila back to the hunting lodge in the red maple forest. I restarted the daily leisurely analysis of the scrolls, gave advice on Yamila swordsmanship, and occasionally went to see the progress of the mining area~www.readwn.com~ I lived a leisurely and comfortable life.

Time passed quickly, the warm summer passed quickly, and Sharpster began to usher in the long winter again.

This summer, Sharpster ushered in a lot of changes. First of all, they ushered in a new lord. Although this lord is very simple, he has really done a lot of good things here. The most commendable thing is that the tax rate has been reduced. .

Sharpster's own caravan also successfully opened up the business route to the capital, and successfully transported a batch of best-selling items back to Sharpster.

In the Red Maple Forest outside the city, a tall tower is slowly being built, but no one can see it.

White snow floated outside the window, and the white snow slowly covered the entire southern region. In addition to the warm river valleys, some tenacious green plants could occasionally be seen, and the rest of the area was covered by snow.

Kenan leaned on the porch and looked at the snow flakes outside, seeming to be thinking about something. With a pinch, Kenan has been here for decades. Although it is less than ten years based on the calculation method of the main plane, if you skim the time flow of each plane, Kenan has truly lived in this world for decades. During this period, one of him is working hard and never seems to relax, the other is to find the way back home. Now, there are many people outside. The snow fluttering in the wind reminded him of the winter in his hometown.

Yami Lai walked out of the house and silently put a cloak on Kenan's body. Although, based on Kenan's physical fitness, this temperature is not uncomfortable for him, but he did not reject the other party's kindness, but tightened his cloak according to the other party's will.

Kenan turned around and glanced at Jamila who was standing behind him and then smiled slightly, "Will you inherit my mantle?"