Those who can not take their own lives seriously, most of them don't take other people's lives seriously, especially wizards who are seriously deviating from the crowd, which makes this phenomenon even more serious.

Taking a deep breath, Alan forced himself to calm himself down, and forced himself to think about the good - maybe there was a wildfire somewhere, and they went to put out the fire.

It's a pity that reality is not a fairy tale, and the cruelty is outrageous.

The calm-faced wizard at the head was still pale, but he took a few steps forward and saluted.

A sinister smile appeared on his lips, but his tone was extremely firm, "Lord Merlin, please forgive us for taking matters into our own hands—now that all the plagues have been resolved, and the Muggle Curse has been put in place to prevent people from entering by mistake, the plague is no longer a problem. ”

。。。

Solved – the cleanest and most done way to do it once and for all.

Alan only asked them to investigate, but it was clear that these subordinates had done more than he had told.

"Lord Merlin, all the blame is on me, I called them up, and I also ordered them to go down and seal the village one by one, I was the one who killed people, and I was the one who ordered the arson—I did everything, and I am willing to take all the responsibility!"

It was obvious that the wizard in front of him looked excited at this moment, and he didn't even wait for Alan to reply, he shouted again.

"Maybe you're looking for a cure for the plague, but it's useless - I've seen Justinian's plague with my own eyes, and a whole city has died there! The method you say is undoubtedly the most effective, but you use it as a last resort - what if you can't find a cure? What if the plague can't be controlled?"

"You have never seen the misery of the plague of Justinian, the Emperor Justinian, in order to bury the dead, dug a huge pit the size of seven or eight villages—this cemetery is still insufficient, and the dead are carried and put into it by the corpse-bearers hired at high prices, and they are stacked on top of each other, rich and poor, young and old, like sacks in a warehouse, and hundreds of layers are thickly stacked— Some of the corpse bearers themselves carried the plague with them, and they fell straight down with them, and then they were padded by others—"

"And just like that, the graveyard was built, and the plague continued to do so - you know, England was able to get out of the Roman Empire because so many people died from it. ”

After saying these words with a bit of hoarseness, the white-faced wizard took a long breath.

"Now that there is a way to eradicate this plague, I will eradicate it anyway—I don't want England to be a death sentence, I'd rather be punished. ”

He finished his words with a calm expression—evidently in his heart he had no regret for making those villages a sacrifice for the defence of the land of England.

Even though there were a large number of uninfected people inside, he still did it.

Although the others were a little ashamed, there was no doubt that they were definitely persuaded and followed.

Once and for all - there is no need to treat the disease, because now it is just a lockdown.

They weren't even afraid of death themselves - they didn't say it, but apparently they had untied the Bubble Curse before they could do it, and it was clear that if they were to contract the plague themselves, they wouldn't even let it go.

Silence, then silence.

Alan felt his hands tremble a little - according to statistics, there are at least a dozen villages where there are possible infected people, and the subordinates in front of him haven't even done this statistics.

Closing his eyes, Alan spat out a word.

"How many have been killed, and is there any village left?"

"No, all the conscription villages and coastal villages have been cleared, all places have been released with the Muggle Expulsion Curse, the ports, the cargo ships, everything has been burned clean, the snakes in the area near the village have been summoned by me to drive away the living creatures, and I can be sure that nothing will come out carrying the plague. ”

"What about the lord?" Alan asked, mindlessly.

"Killed, the castle burned down, and we relied on the people of the castle to lead the way to find the full location. The answer was brief, but barely calmed Alan.

Kill so many people - then it would be nice for him to follow.

While this is a bit of a diversion of anger, what can Eren do?

Did he kill everyone in front of him?

Putting aside the fact that killing their dead will not resurrect them, there is no way to do it just by throwing the blame on them Alan - after all, the so-called last resort is similar to what they did, and Alan has already made the last choice in the event of all unsuccessful before taking action.

Rather than locking people up and waiting for them to die to determine who is not sick, they just do it more categorically and cruelly.

It's just that he can't stay with these people anymore - although some of them are probably extremely scared at the moment, Eren is more afraid than they are.

Fortunately, someone can be appeased - since he did this, then whether it is credit or attack, it is good for him to bear it, anyway, his heart is big enough and strong enough.

He even laughed dumbly - sure enough, I still can't play such a bloody era, it's time to go back, this time, the help is enough.

After staring at the wizard for a long time, Alan asked, "Very good, what's your name?"

He suddenly wanted to know the name of the other party - speaking of which, a group of people from the other party followed him to work for their lives, and he didn't even know the name.

"Antonio Slytherin. At this moment, the other party's face was still pale, but he still read the name.

Strange surname - Alan suddenly flustered.

He seemed to have thought of something - probably if he didn't interfere, the other party would take care of it.

Dealing with a plague that could sweep across the country, even if it was done in the form of killing, was still a credit - getting a fief or something, it was almost a certainty.

He didn't even have to think about it if it was there.

In a trance, Alan spoke: "Go back and tell Arthur everything, what the situation is up to him, I'm a little tired, you can rest and go back, and Antonio will lead the team when you go back." ”

Without waiting for anyone to speak, Alan pulled Hermione with one hand, the blue light flashed, and the whole person disappeared.

The light shone brightly, and the next moment, he was already on the land where Hogwarts would be built, and then he began to quickly carve a circle on the ground - he regretted a little why he hadn't left sooner.

However, at the moment when the first circle was drawn, his hand was gently grabbed.

It's Hermione.

She looked at Allen, her eyes full of confusion.

Alan couldn't help but be stunned—he was so focused on the fact that he wasn't in a good mood, completely forgetting that Hermione was in a mood countless times worse than him.

Compared to the fact that he had killed people before he entered school, Hermione was much kinder.

She can even stand up for the oppressed and accustomed to being a slave to call the house-elf, and not shouting empty slogans but with practical actions, you can imagine how she will feel when she hears the news just now.

In fact, when she heard the news, she was stunned - because she couldn't accept this fact at all.

After a busy day, she even ate only a little bit of food, all to deal with the plague - she even thought she would come up with a way to save those who were caught in the plague.

Unfortunately, what she heard was not the symptoms of the patient, the potion of the disease, the potion that might be used, but the cruel and murderous reply.

One can imagine how big a blow this was to her.

Even though she was a little used to the dead on the battlefield, she still couldn't accept it.

Even if she didn't see the scene, a cold sentence of killing was already so cold that she couldn't say a word at all.

Alan held that hand with his backhand, turned around and hugged the trembling body, for a long time...

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll take you home. He whispered, and then lowered his head.