Alan felt his heart tired.

It was not easy to survive in the Middle Ages, when there were no toilets and toilet paper, and he had to meet all kinds of strange things - God knows what the lord in front of him thought, and actually escaped the plague by getting himself into a pig's nest, which great god told him such a unique idea?

However, seeing the other party's guilt, Allen's heart was still very happy - so, he didn't plan to expose the problem, to be honest, if this cheating lord at least knew about reporting the plague, Alan would have sent him down now.

Resisting the urge to leave, Alan talked a few words with this lord, waiting for the arrival of the butler who is currently handling all affairs - he decided, he will leave immediately after getting the information, and definitely not talk to this lord, because it is too stinky!

However, the butler's arrival still gave him a small surprise, because the butler, like the soldier on guard, had a thick smell of linen wrapped in his face, and his voice was urned, and he ran respectfully with a thick pile of parchment with relevant data in his hand.

Putting aside the issue of information, an extremely terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Allen's heart - if the lord resists the plague so much, maybe the people below will learn the same, then the content on this layer of cloth is simply disgusting...

Trying to shake his head and throw this unrealistic idea away, Alan didn't even give them a good look, and directly pulled Hermione to teleport out, completely ignoring the other party's expression that he still wanted to talk earnestly - he was afraid that he wanted to hit someone.

The location where he reappeared was already the agreed meeting location - if nothing unusual happened, the wizards under his command should be back in less than a whole day, and if everyone looked at the materials together, maybe it would be faster.

After all, the plague is not so easy to deal with.

Spreading out the map population and other information, Alan casually knitted two straw mats and smiled at Hermione:

"I'm sorry, I thought I would have been able to go back today, but I guess you're in a hurry when it comes to this incident, but I'll have to trouble you to help me now-" He said as he moved some of the information over - depending on Hermione's ability, it might be easier to deal with these things than he is.

"It's okay, it's good to be able to help the poor villagers - the understanding of the plague in this era is so backward, I used to read the materials and thought that those who hid in the filthy place in the hope that the plague would not land in such a filthy place thought that they were making it up, but I didn't expect that there were actually people who did it. Hermione simply straightened her hair and tied it up - it reminded Alan of the way he saw the girls lifting their bangs when they were revising, and he had never understood why it was doing this, was it to cool down his brain?

However, he soon lost his ability to think crankily - because the records of the era were so confusing, especially the simple grammar and so on, that made his head even bigger.

Time passed in the process of carefully identifying the information and organizing the thoughts—by the time Alan noticed, it was already dark, and it was impossible to make out the words on the parchment without the light of the illumination.

"I didn't expect time to pass so quickly - why did those guys go and haven't come back for so long?" Alan said as he gathered some things to light a fire and made a large fire as he made a big fire to Hermione, who had put her hair down and combed it.

"I don't know, someone may have made some new discoveries, don't worry, it'll be fine. Hermione seemed to be in a good mood, and although there was no way to cure the plague, she had a clue - she and Alan had already marked the list of conscripted troops, the villages near the port, and the land where the sick might be passing through, and it was a good start.

They can't do more without more information. So, Hermione also put down her work and watched Alan start to boil a large pot of soup - this time it was for multiple servings, and Alan couldn't have made people work while starving.

Unfortunately, until the delicious smell of the soup wafted everywhere, Alan still didn't wait for his wizards.

This forced Alan to push the fire to the bottom, leaving only a tongue of fire to lick the bottom of the pot to prevent the soup from drying out.

After waiting for a long time, Eren and the others had to break the white bread first, drink the soup, and then continue to wait for the people to come back - Alan made a decision, if the magic he had reserved for the bubble head charm was gone, and the wizards had not returned, he would go to find someone himself.

As the minutes passed, the fire was set up again, and the soup in the pot was replenished with water, and it was no longer fresh.

Alan glanced at the moonlight—it was about one or two o'clock in the middle of the night.

It was supposed to be time to sleep, but how could he leave someone to sleep peacefully?

Okay, let's follow the trace analysis space and start looking for people - hopefully they're just being held back by something.

Just when Alan was about to leave a line to prevent someone from coming back suddenly, with several successive sounds, a series of figures appeared in front of him, and at a glance, they were all familiar figures.

Yes, I'm back.

It's good to come back - save yourself and find it.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go and reheat the soup - although he didn't know why he was delayed, but it was estimated that the other party didn't have much time to eat, so he risked his life to come and relieve him of the plague, what was the point of delaying some time?

He was about to pat his companions on the shoulder and say something like hard work, when he suddenly smelled a very choking smell of fireworks.

Even if he stayed by the fire all night, and even added fire a few times, the smell of fireworks on these subordinates was still choking—where did it come from such a big smell of fireworks, did you go to burn the mountain?

Beware, set fire to the mountain, and sit in prison!

Alan complained inwardly and continued to act, but his heart suddenly chuckled - wait, arson?

He couldn't help but look up at all the people, except for a wizard who stood a little in front of him, whose face was stable and pale, the rest of them looked either panicked or remorseful, none of them had normal faces, and even the residual magic of Eren on their bodies could be clearly felt - as if the bubble head spell did not dissipate by itself, but was broken by them.

A haze couldn't help but shroud him, and Alan suddenly had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

His face turned pale at once, for he did not trust his own judgment, but countless details were telling him that his judgment might be true, and it was estimated that it was irretrievable.