The unsheathed sword glistened in the sunlight, and Norway was shocked—the violent suppression of such chaos would normally result in a tragedy.

But the people around them didn't seem to be frightened and avoided, on the contrary, many people had a look of anticipation on their faces.

The elf frowned, and reached for the light crossbow behind his backhand. The warrior on the horse raised his sword and waved it, but instead of giving any order to attack, he turned around and yelled impatiently: "Still waiting for fart?! Gresham, blow your trumpet!"

Behind his horse, a young soldier with long, messy sand-colored hair grabbed an old horn that hung around his waist like a bull's horn, wiped it slowly, took a deep breath, and blew it in the sky.

Norway was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitch.

It was an indescribable voice—loud, thorough, but with a strange tone, and if Tace were to describe it, she would probably say it was a long, loud, serious, and striking ...... Fart.

The sound was loud enough to penetrate everyone's eardrums, and ridiculous enough to dispel fear and panic. At the sound of the horn, the chaotic crowd gradually calmed down, let go of each other's hair, ears or clothes, and looked at each other in embarrassment and confusion, dazed and bewildered.

The sound of the horn finally stopped, and there was something strange in the sudden silence.

"Have you recovered your brains, you idiots!If I were a god, I'm going to just fart and kill you all!" the warrior on the horse roared with his sword, "those who want to stay stand still, and those who want to go home come out slowly-go!You know what 'go' means?!Look at my sword!Who's step is half longer than it." I'm going to lie down and collect my body!"

From his expression to his tone, he was still fierce and cruel, but the elf saw trust in the faint smiles on the faces of the people outside the courtyard...... and respect.

A smile involuntarily stretched out of the corner of his eye. Once again, Norway remembered why he was fascinated by such a short-lived race as humans - they always amaze you.

A small half of the people obediently walked out of the courtyard. The rest chose to stay, but no longer frantically trying to squeeze into the main temple. Norway was slightly relieved when he approached the door and saw the striking white robe—the priest who had been pulled into the crowd had somehow risen to his feet, his blood-stained face dejected, but he did not abandon his duty, but healed the wounded with his companions.

The elf realized that there was nothing he could do to help...... And probably won't help him much.

"Hey, you, the pointy-eared one!"

The rude voice came from behind itself. Norway looked back and smiled.

The other party probably didn't expect that his rudeness would be exchanged for such a bright and sincere smile, and he was stunned for a moment before he shouted angrily: "Hurry back to your forest! I don't want any elves dying here!"

Norway nodded obediently, not explaining that he wasn't from the Antler Forest—he probably had to go back anyway.

The warrior seemed to be surprised to meet such an obedient elf, and he stared at Norway in confusion and shook his head. Turning back to his staggered soldiers, he yelled, "Keep up, you boneless slackers!"

He rode his horse in the other direction. A muttered curse came to Norway's ears with the wind: "How have all the fools in this city become rats......"

Norway pondered, frowning slightly, there was something in this sentence that he had to care. He knew how terrible the plague was to humanity and what a great power panic was...... But people here do seem to be overreacting.

If someone is inciting in it......

The elves looked around, and the horror and uneasiness could still be seen on everyone's faces. He doubted how much useful he could ask them about - most people were usually just blindly following the group.

He turned and walked back to the hotel with suspicions, growing more and more worried about the drift to the docks. A ship full of dead people is not an accident...... Rather, it was an attack.

But why at this time? Why here? Does it have anything to do with the attack on the Collins Temple on the night of Mayday?......

He quickened his pace. The uneasiness in my heart was like black smoke rising from the direction of the pier, gradually enveloping the clear spring sky.

Of course, Tess couldn't have been obediently "in the room" as he had been told. The red-haired girl sat in front of the hotel, her shiny dagger spinning between her fingers, glaring viciously at the empty street.

She jumped to her feet at the sight of Norvi's figure, as if she was about to throw her hand and plunge the dagger into his chest.

"Who are you?!" she yelled at him, "I don't know you!

Norway smiled helplessly, picked her up by the waist, dragged her into the hotel, and closed the door.

The first floor of the hotel was empty at the moment, and the people who usually gathered here to eat and drink were probably hiding in their rooms or running away, and even the boss and all the guys were nowhere to be seen. Pansy sat at the table, surrounded by piles of wine and food that apparently didn't cost anything, but apparently had no appetite.

“...... Where's Gavin?" Norway asked, letting go of Tess, who was writhing unhappily.

"How do I know? he's going to have to 'go out and have a look!'" Pansy casually threw away half of the lavender sausage, and replied with some indignation, "You say, he's not an elf who doesn't get sick, and when he comes back, should we let him in or not let him in?" He might kill me...... Probably kill your little Tess and everyone here!"

Elves actually get sick - but Norway doesn't bother to explain that to him.

"Pack up, and we'll go back to the Antler Forest as soon as he returns. He said.

Pansy's eyes lit up and she jumped off the table.

"I told you should have done this!" he exclaimed, not hiding his ill-intentioned excitement.

"If you dare to touch that white leopard, I'll cut off your fingers. Norway glanced at him, his tone calm, but Pansy could tell it wasn't a joke.

The flesh on his chubby cheeks trembled slightly, and his eyes flickered. Gavin wasn't there, and he didn't even dare to grunt...... Elves rarely threaten people in this way, but if he says it, he can do it, and Pansy doesn't want to use his fingers to verify it.

The wait was even longer in silence. Tess sat sulking on one side, Norway stood deep in thought, Pansy looked at this and that but didn't dare to speak, so she could only take food to vent her anger. By the time Gavin pushed the door in, the ground was in shambles.

The warrior frowned, stepping over half of the greasy roast duck, but no closer to the others.

"Something isn't right. He turned to Norvi, "I saw the ship—before it burned down. That's the one we were looking for, the Summer Solstice. ”

Novi was stunned: "...... I remember you said that the boat was heading south. ”

Gavin nodded heavily: "Either the news we got is fake, or ...... It's a ship full of dead people going up the river on its own. ”

Either possibility is not a good thing for them...... Or worse, it was their pursuit that killed the ship's most likely unwitting sailors and brought disaster to the city of Damaran.

"It is also said that when the ship arrived in port, the people on it did not die...... The sick sailor got out of the boat and blended into the crowd, and it is likely that he is still hiding in some corner, and has even spread the disease to many more people. The guards are searching from the docks, but as far as I can see, they are understaffed, and most of them prefer to escape......" Gavin continued in a deep voice, "The only reliable ones are probably Komen and his dozens of men. ”

"Komen...... Square face, big beard?" Noway gestured at his chin.

Gavin nodded: "They are all locals, and they are somewhat different from foreign mercenaries. ”

“...... Did you see those two priests at the docks? What do they say?" asked Norwe.

"See, I don't know if they got on board, for when I got there they were on the docks with Lord Levid...... The head of the Chamber of Commerce here is arguing. I couldn't get closer, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but whether or not Dickor's priest was purifying, Levid was clearly not very reassured. He ordered the ship to be burned, along with the bodies on board...... This may have been a wise decision, but it also burned any clues that might exist. ”

“...... You weren't going to get on the boat to 'see,' were you?" Pansy finally couldn't help but speak.

Gavin glanced at him and ignored him. He clearly didn't like his cousin, but for some reason he always acted with him.

Norway bowed his head and was silent. It is indeed reassuring that the rulers did not abandon the city and fled when the crisis struck, but showed up in the most dangerous places and acted with great caution. If it was just an ordinary plague, the city of Damaran might be able to deal with it on its own, but the elves feared that if it was really an attack, the appearance of the ship of death might just be the first step.

"If we want to leave, it won't be too difficult. Gavin folded his arms, "The port is not blocked, as long as you spend a little money you can find a small boat to take us out, and there are quite a few big cargo ships doing this kind of business...... Although I know the danger. ”

Norway knew what the danger he was talking about was - if one of the people on board was sick, it would be difficult for the boat on the river to find a cure in time, and the whole ship could be threatened with death.

And if such a ship arrives at the port of another city......

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and Norvi's face turned pale involuntarily. He couldn't imagine the same chaos in the more densely populated cities of Visa or Stunbuch.

- He must let Ed know everything that is going on here as soon as possible.

(To be continued......)