The so-called vassals of my vassals are not my vassals.

The term unification is an absolutely alien word in Europe, at least for now.

Each layer is sealed down, and then layer by layer to assume the obligation, quite in the style of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

Therefore, in the land where Alan and the others are, theoretically speaking, the right to rule is not in the hands of Artoria, but in the hands of the local lords, conscription, taxes, baptisms, beliefs, and even epidemic prevention and even the right to the first night, all in his hands, and it is not Artoria's turn to intervene.

Of course, if he was completely unable to control the epidemic, it was feasible to send someone to ask the king for help—it was also Artoria's business to send someone or not, after all, it was accurate that these subjects did not belong directly to her.

To be precise, even if the people die, as long as the other party can pay enough taxes, it is still in line with the virtues of the nobles, so from the point of view of his request for help, this lord still barely has a little conscience, of course, Alan does not rule out the possibility that he is afraid that the people will die too much and there will be nowhere to collect taxes and ask for help.

Anyway, though, it's definitely going to be like that - after all, it's going to inform them that they're coming, and see if they can get some help from the local lord or something.

But the prerequisite for this was to find out where the lord really was—they needed to find a local to find out about it, but what was usually easy to accomplish was becoming extremely difficult at this time.

Because he had searched the entire road, Alan didn't see a single figure at all.

The travelers, merchants, and peasants of the past seemed to have disappeared from the world all at once, and there were still clods of soil on the fields that had been renovated for less than three or four days, but there was not a single figure in the fields.

"It's strange, where are all the people?, don't you work?" Alan missed Hua Luo very much, and if he was there, it would be extremely convenient to search.

Something is wrong - the news of the plague has just been delivered, and even if the people panic, it is impossible to give up the fields, so it must be a large-scale outbreak of the plague.

Since you can't meet passers-by, you can only find the answer to your question from the village, and spend some time following the road to find your way, since there are fields nearby, then there must be a village.

"Let's go—I don't know what's going on, but we'd better go to the village and ask, for I can't figure out where the lord built his castle. He briefly made the next direction and said to Hermione.

——

Ten minutes later, Alan found the nearest village as he wished, but instead of wine, he was greeted by the people on the haystacks from a high base in the distance.

"Get away, stranger, stay away from our village with your little mare, and if you get any closer, we'll shoot you!"

He wasn't joking - Alan clearly saw a few spears stuck in his side, this thing was much more lethal than the bow and arrow of this era, especially the opponent's hands looked very powerful, and it was estimated that there was no pressure to reach this distance.

Maybe it was because Alan had been looking at it for a long time, and the other party began to speak again.

"Get out of the way, you unfortunate elopements will bring in the damned plague, and leave quickly while I haven't changed my mind, or she'll just hold your corpse and cry!"

Alan rolled his eyes and took several large steps straight ahead, exposing himself to the opponent's attack range - he didn't plan to hide his identity this time to find out the news, but instead planned to use his identity as a wizard to pressure the other party to ask what he wanted to know, so the more mysterious the better.

Especially when the other party's village is so strictly guarded, he can't ask any questions in his life.

Obviously, Allen's provocation again angered the other party - especially now that the other party obviously did not dare to risk the stranger to approach.

So, the spear was thrown out blatantly, piercing the air and attacking directly at Allen, if Allen didn't do anything to prevent - uh, probably, it would break the skin?

I don't know what he is doing now, but apparently he doesn't have the Yaxing to experiment with.

With a little finger, the flying spear came to rest directly in the air, and then the young man who threw the spear was pointed by a finger as he opened his mouth to exclaim—his usual flaunting strength lost its effect, flew straight down the haystack, and then was pulled directly to the ground in exclamation—Allen's eyes closed when he was about to hit the ground.

After a few minutes, the young man who landed on the ground opened his eyes and began to look at his hands, feet and neck with a particularly comic eye - apparently, the other party thought that he would fall to his death if he fell from such a height.

Well, of course this is the effect that Alan wants - how can people say it obediently without scaring and scareping?

What's more, the other party really wanted to kill himself just now, although he died first, but this matter still has to be settled!

Looking at the other party's trembling appearance, Alan had no intention of scaring people.

"Tell me, I'm a wizard who came to deal with this plague - just like you saw with your own eyes, can deal with mysterious powers, and now I wonder what happened, I think you can tell me about the recent anomaly, or I'll have a bit of a grudge-"

As he said expressionlessly, Alan fetched the spear from afar.

As a burst of flame scorched, the spear turned into a pile of ashes, and Allen, still expressionless, threw the ashes on the ground.

As he crouched down, there was a palpable fear on his face—although Alan felt a little unethical in doing this, he kept his face calm in order to get information quickly.

"Great, great, sir, wizard, just ask, I'll say anything!" The trembling lips and pale face directly indicated the horror of the other party—it was estimated that the other party knew everything.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the other party is the only one in ten thousand who can take the existence of the little golden man in the future - but when he really met Allen, he admitted it.

"Very well, let's talk about it, what has happened recently, why has the whole village become like this? Is it only your village that is under martial law, or is it the neighboring villages that have maintained martial law? What about your lords? Is it the martial law they arranged?"

Alan asked all his questions directly - he didn't believe that the other party would dare to lie to him on this issue.

What's more, there is no benefit in lying to him, especially if he has identified himself in the first place - although according to their rumors, communicating with a wizard will lead to hell, but in the matter of whether to go now or later, it is estimated that most people will have a fairly smart choice.