You and me under the world tree

At this moment, as if he understood what he said, the ghoul that had been roaring and struggling just fell silent.

The ghostly will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes was still burning, but now it was erratic.

Those fragile eyes just stared at the man in black robe in front of him.

No one knows whether he really recognized the sage, and no one knows whether he has the ability to think.

Because no one can understand the thinking ability of the so-called ghouls, these dead should theoretically only have their obsessions left.

"Ho..."

At this moment, he just made a rough sound.

"coming."

He roared, as if trying his best to make such a sound.

"I'm sorry... I... what..."

He bit his lip like a traveler carrying a heavy load.

After all, it was difficult for him to speak.

Theoretically speaking, he should be dead, and his soul is gone.

But even so...

"Can't do it... I, nothing... can't... do it."

"No, you've done well, boy, you've done well."

Gently stroking his head, Hodder whispered.

"Paper... I... wrote..."

Eventually, the will-o'-the-wisp, a symbol of the ghoul's activity, dissipated completely, and he could no longer make any sound.

His broken residual will can no longer support his physical activities.

And Huode also gently closed his eyes for him.

"You are worthy of anyone's trust, child, you have fulfilled your obligations perfectly, so sleep peacefully."

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Three more today_(:з」∠)_

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Chapter 11: A message from the young mayor

For a moment, the entire mayor's office was silent.

A sliver of light shone through the cracks in the shuttered windows, but the tiny gleam was of no avail.

There is no heating, let alone lighting.

Speaking of which, it was obvious that the outside was always sunny, and it was also in the morning when they arrived here.

However, there has always been an almost suffocating cold atmosphere.

But at this moment, Hodder stayed where he was.

He just squatted on the ground, staring at the young mayor who had closed his eyes forever.

His hands were stroking his hair lightly, as if he were smoothing it out.

In the end, Dietrich couldn't stand it anymore.

She walked quickly to the window, and then slammed her fist fiercely under Hela's surprised gaze.

'boom'

'Crack'

The windows sealed with iron nails and planks were smashed open with a punch.

Accompanied by Dietrich's seemingly random punch, the broken plank flew out and fell on the supposedly bustling street.

However, her movements did not stop.

There are three windows in total in the office, but the mayor has completely sealed all of them.

But now, the Gothic princess who came here broke all the planks with her brute strength.

'boom'

'boom'

She didn't need to punch a second time, and those wooden boards were torn apart by her.

I don't know if it was Hela's illusion. When Dietrich punched, she always felt that the temperature in the room seemed to be rising.

But then, she realized that this was not an illusion.

Because at this moment, she could clearly hear the woman's heavy breathing.

With the inhalation and exhalation of Her Royal Highness, sparks that appeared out of thin air could even fly out of her breath.

And at this moment, her skin was indeed glowing red.

Because the woman's skin was slightly pale, this flush was particularly obvious.

"??"

After seeing this scene, Hela couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

Because she couldn't help but think of the tall war horse named Falk, the war horse that has been staying in the manor for a while, sometimes does the same.

What kind of horse should have what kind of owner?

No, what should I say at this time?

For a moment, Hela's thoughts couldn't help being a little confused.

Because she realized that the current atmosphere was getting worse and worse, both Dietrich and Hodder remained silent, and in this situation, someone should liven up the atmosphere.

"what……"

And just when she was about to speak casually, and even uttered the first syllable, she heard the increased exhalation.

"Huh, it's better like this." Dietrich said.

At this moment, the redness on her skin that seemed to be on fire seemed to fade away.

And when Hodder raised his head, Dietrich took a few steps back.

"I think the room is too stuffy. Since there is sun outside, it's better to let the sun shine in."

"Ah."

Hodder just stared at the young Princess Her Majesty.

Under the gaze of the sage, Dietrich just walked slowly to the table.

"Here is a piece of paper with many things written on it."

At this moment, she didn't say any other nonsense words, but just reminded him vaguely in her own way.

After all, it's not over yet.

Whether it is for the gods or Hodder, what happened now is just a beginning.

The current contest is just a start.

The Kingdom of the Netherlands has always been a thorn in the eyes of the gods, so those guys in the sky tried every means to revive their reputation without affecting their own reputation.

And there was only one thing he had to do.

Solve this plague, and the speed must be fast, and it must be resolved quickly before the public grievances boil!

Prove that the Kingdom of the Netherlands, prove that human beings can solve this kind of problem by themselves, instead of asking some guys for help.

"call……"

The sage took a deep breath.

Because the government affairs hall is full of ghouls, the air is not only cold, but also smells bad.

But Huo De didn't care about these anymore, he just slowly lifted the mayor's body, and let the mayor who had already fallen asleep sit on the animal skin bench.

As for himself, he walked to the desk and gently picked up the somewhat messy paper on the desk.

There are a bunch of messy things densely recorded on it, and at first glance it looks like a child's graffiti.

At least, Hodder felt that he couldn't see at a glance what the author was trying to express.

However, once he observed carefully, he found the source from the 'graffiti'.

After sorting out all these words, Huo De's expression gradually became gloomy.

Because what the words on this paper symbolize is the mental state of the recorder.

From the fear and trembling at the beginning to the helplessness later, the handwriting of these words fully proves this point.

In the end, his own consciousness gradually became blurred, and he couldn't even hold a pen, but he wanted to leave something behind desperately, so he became graffiti.

And what he recorded was his own speculation about the plague.

The mayor knew that he had no way to explore the truth of the plague, so he decided to leave as much speculation and ideas as possible to provide guidance for those who came later.

Among the guesses made by the mayor, none of them were related to common diseases.

As a character from the northern seas, the young mayor of Diffintel has experience that ordinary people don't have.

He discovered something unusual about this so-called blight.

For example, the ground became pitch black and the plants withered. This has surpassed ordinary infectious diseases.

However, his inference is limited to this.

After all, he is just an ordinary warrior, and no matter what, there is no way to figure out the game between the kingdom and the gods behind it.

And more importantly, he still doesn't know the source of the disease after all.

After all, this is also very normal. Diffintel is just an ordinary town, and neither the Raven Legion nor the Fog Demon Legion are recruited here.

It is simply impossible to say that the disease was brought by the corpse.

And in this case, the mayor couldn't make a complete deduction in the end.

He didn't know anything, and in the end, when his consciousness became more and more lax and his body couldn't control himself, he finally thought of the last possibility in despair.

'crash'

Hodder just turned the paper over, and on the back of the paper, several huge keywords were depicted in graffiti-like handwriting.

The northern seas, epidemics, Hela...

Realizing this, Hodder suddenly turned his gaze to that desk.

He felt as if he could see the pain of the mayor struggling to write at the end.

"Maybe I'm... sorry."

At the last moment, he may have felt that the disease was brought by himself.

Chapter 12: The Simple Schemes of the Gods

From the crazy graffiti, Hodder felt that he could feel the pain of the writer.

However, it is not known whether this is the physical pain and torture caused by the disease, or the spiritual remorse and pain.

However, he left a few conjectures that seemed more reliable and in line with common sense.

Northern sea area...

With the special experience of the mayor of Defentel, this is the only place he can guess.