"Panic" may also be considered a plague, and it spreads at an astonishing rate. In a short time, the bustling port of Damaran became chaotic, and the ships that were able to leave quickly set sail away, some ships could not abandon the goods that had not yet been loaded, put away their pedals but did not leave the port, and only wandered nearby, and some ships stayed in the river harbor, hesitantly watching. In the panic, several ships collided together, and the sound of crashing, spraying, and the roars and angry scolding of the sailors floated on the water surface of the original bustling scene.

The semi-free city of Damaran has revealed its own weaknesses in such a sudden crisis. Of the city's defenders, there were very few trained soldiers stationed here by Count Mindro, who were now firmly guarding the lord's mansion and protecting his wife and uncle, whom the Lord had appointed as overseer, and most of the mercenaries employed by the Chamber of Commerce, even those who did not escape, were not quick to obey orders and blockade the harbor - many of them took advantage of the fire in the warehouses and shops near the docks.

The hotel where Nori and Tess were staying was near the port, and standing in the doorway, they could clearly see the chaos. Pansy looked back a little nervously as she patted the closed door hard, and it was a while before someone opened a crack in the door.

"We're closed!" the long-skinned-faced innkeeper peeked out of the crack in the door, "Let's find another hotel!"

"Hey! See! We're living here!" Tess grabbed her striking red hair and shook it against the crack in the door, "Open the door!"

“...... I'll give you back your luggage, and I don't want the rest of the money. Let's go somewhere else!" The somewhat panicked boss seemed intent on turning away the few guests who had come back from nowhere.

Tess pouted, pulled out her dagger neatly and plunged it directly into the crack in the door, almost stabbing the boss in the nose - at this time. There is no reason to talk about it.

In the midst of the screams, the boss fled backwards, and Tess easily picked up the chain behind the door and kicked the door open: "Don't be scared like this! It's just a plague! If the undead come to attack the city, are you going to jump into the river and drown!"

"Tess ......," Norway sighed, "don't do that. ”

It's all too normal for ordinary people who can't defend themselves to react like this when they encounter an unexpected disaster, but he only hopes that the city's guardians will react in time before things get out of hand.

"Stay here with Gavin...... Close the door. He told Tess. "I'll be back in a moment. ”

“...... Hey!" Tess grabbed him, "Don't tell me you're going to the harbor to see what the hell is wrong with that, you're not a priest!"

"But I have to warn the pastor here...... Or managers. Norway smiled wryly and tried to free his belt from her. "It could just be an accident...... But it may not be that simple. ”

“...... Then I'll go with you. Tess jumped out of the door again.

Novi shook his head resolutely: "Not this time...... I don't want you to forget me. ”

He bent down and kissed Tess on the forehead, reaching out to push her through the door as she was stunned, and winked at Gavin. By the time Tess broke free from Gavin's unexpectedly difficult restraints and ran out the door, the elf was long gone.

"What do you mean by 'I don't want you to forget me'?" Pansy poked her head out uneasily. "Why don't I think that sounds like a love story?...... Or is it so strange that elves talk about love?"

Tess turned around. Glared at him viciously.

Halfway through, Norvi encountered two priests who were hurrying to the docks under the protection of a team of guards and paladins. As priests, they seem to be very calm, even faintly proud, as if they can finally show their strength in danger, which is something to be proud of.

But this is probably not a crisis they can solve—Normi sighed to himself and rose to the occasion.

Perhaps because he was an elf, the guards didn't show too much nervousness, but just shook their spears in surprise. Didn't take much effort to stop him from approaching.

"If you need help with anything, you can go to our temple. The elves, the god of business travel, Dico, will hear your prayers...... As you can see, we have important things to do. One of the older priests spoke politely, a little surprised—the elves of Sandwater had probably never asked for their help.

“...... Can I take a step to speak? "Norway earnestly requests. He didn't want to add to the panic of the people here until he figured it out.

The priest hesitated for a moment, then followed him to the side.

"I'm not here to ask for help. Norway looked the other man in the eye earnestly, lowered his voice, and tried to be as simple and direct as possible: "A few months ago I was in the north, in the territory of Anktan, where several villages were attacked by a plague, and as far as I know, the plague is most likely the work of the necromancer, and even the priesthood can be infected - I can't say that the sailors on the ship at the docks are infected with the same plague, but you better be vigilant. ”

The priest looked at him in disbelief, and it was a long time before he spoke again.

"We've never heard anything like it...... But thank you for the reminder. ”

He nodded to the elf, returned to his companions, and continued on his way. Norway stepped aside in silence and did not stop. He didn't believe his warnings - not surprising. Moreover, even if he believed it, it would be impossible for him to return to the temple and ignore the threat of the plague...... But other than that, Novi didn't know what else he could do. If he could get out of here quickly and return to Collins, he could tell Ed everything that happened here, and see if he could find a way, or if he could find Scott......

He looked up into the distance, where a corner of the golden gable of the Temple of Dick was shining in the sun.

He could indeed ask for a little help—Novi suddenly realized. Normally he would feel that the sword was just as reliable as magic, but at times like this...... What could be better than teleportation?

Along the way, many people looked panicked, brought their families with their mouths, and even hurried to the direction of the temple with their packages. It seems that the people of this city are not completely disbelieving in the gods, at least at this time, there are still people who seek the protection of the gods.

But as he approached the temple, seeing the crowd from afar, Norway stopped with some trepidation.

There are too many people...... Or rather, the temple is a little too small.

The Temple of Dico in Damaran looks resplendent from afar, and it is indeed the grandest temple in the city, but both the square in front of the temple and the temple itself are clearly more than the Temple of Collins...... It is even much smaller than the Anduch Temple in Llewellyn. Moreover, the temple of Anduch was high above, the temple of Collins was located on the surface of the lake, and there was a natural barrier, but the temple of Dico was in the middle of the city with a high stone wall enclosing a square courtyard, and the area of the courtyard was less than one-third of the size of Collins Square, and the temple was in chaos when there were a little more people, and the temple obviously did not expect such a situation. On either side of the gate, two paladins were not greeting those who came to ask for help, but as if trying to prevent more people from pouring into the temple, and in the courtyard, a young priest stood on a stone flower pot, shouting hoarsely, "Calm down, everyone......

But no one seems to listen to him.

There was still a steady stream of people coming from all directions, some like Norvi, who hesitated outside the gate that had begun to crowd together, while others rushed into the crowd even more eagerly, as if attracted or inspired. The door of the main hall had been completely blocked, and the courtyard was crowded with people, and some people held children high above their heads, and the terrible cries stopped panicking in people's hearts.

People gradually lost their patience, and the riots began to erupt somewhere, as if all of a sudden, panic turned to despair, despair turned to madness, and everyone seemed to be swept into a whirlpool of madness, and could no longer be controlled.

People who didn't know what was going on pushed and huddled together, tearing each other apart, yelling at each other in fear and fear, some desperately trying to squeeze out of the crowd, some desperately trying to squeeze into the temple, some being trampled under countless pairs of feet, some trying to climb on top of people's heads...... More screams and cries rang out, and the young pastor stood on a dazed height, looking around blankly, as if completely stunned.

I don't know who grabbed the hem of his robe, causing him to stand unsteadily and fall into the crowd...... Then, in the blink of an eye, it disappeared as if swallowed by a huge wave, and even that faint exclamation was completely drowned in chaos.

Norway instinctively rushed forward and, along with a few others, pulled some of the people who tried to leave out of the courtyard gate, but no matter how much he yelled, he couldn't stop those who were still frantically crowding towards the main hall, and even he was almost swept in.

He had to retreat and stand not far from the door, watching everything, his face pale, and his hand involuntarily clenched the hilt of his sword...... But what is the use of a sword here, and what is the use of a three-hundred-year-old elf here?

With the crisp sound of horses' hooves, there was a heavy footstep behind him. Norway turned around, and a warrior in a cuirass but not a helmet rode his horse, followed by a dozen or so heavily armed, uniformly equipped, but disorganized soldiers.

"What the are you doing here?!" The warrior on the horse roared rudely, and every thick black beard on his big face showed full irritability, "Can you stop making a mess and let me go home and stay obediently?!"

Norway didn't know who it was, but he was sure that his roar wouldn't be of any use—few people in the crowd of screams, cries, and screams could hear him.

The warrior spat the ground, cursing loudly, and drew the long sword at his waist.

(To be continued......)