First to show his identity, then to show his strength, after the two-pronged approach, Alan easily got the answer he wanted to know.

The current hamlet is part of the fiefdom of the Earl of Hilton, who is almost the nobleman with the largest land on the border - of course, it doesn't really work.

Because of the proximity of the territory to the sea, the Vikings who later beat Europe would still do their jobs when they were resupplying, even if they disliked this barren land—of course, they didn't pay for their supplies.

However, at this moment, the Vikings have not officially developed, and the fight is also petty, so that in the eighth century, the rebellion of the official will directly enter the history books - of course, this has nothing to do with Allen.

Compared to the abundant mountain woodlands, the land near the sea is almost worthless - especially since they don't know how to dry salt, which is even more useless, and as for seafood and whatever, no one touches it when spices are more expensive than gold of equal weight...

The only places where a few taxes can be collected with some economic value are probably the small towns that have the purpose of a port - of course, they are still of little use in the undeveloped seas at the moment, and those who dare to put their heads on the nautical skills of this era will definitely not go to normal ports, and these ports led by the Earl of Hilton accept expensive goods in small sampans that are divided by others, and the taxes are not too much to pay—if he dares to collect heavy taxes, there will really be no one to come.

In short, the Earl of Hilton has always been quite aggrieved.

But the situation has improved in the last month, when one of the Earls of Hilton's ports has discovered a sea-going ship—a long-distance ship that can sail from the Middle East to receive precious silk and tea from the East, not a small sampan for dividing goods!!

Although there are still middlemen who make the difference, the profit can at least be multiplied several times!

So, the Earl of Hilton was rightly moved, and he gathered the knights to prepare a cameo appearance as a Viking - yes, of course, he wanted to put the pot on those unknown people who hadn't done much at the moment, how could he, as a nobleman, do such a despicable thing?

In short, the great profit made the poor and crazy earl red-eyed - if he could take the ship down, even if no one came?

He himself could send a caravan to pick up the goods and sell them, and he didn't have to snort, and he felt that as a noble earl, he should not live as he had been in the past—if he knew a word from the East, he would have shouted it out loud.

God doesn't take it, but suffers the blame!

Obviously, the earl was absolutely kicked in the head by a donkey, and he had no idea whether he could afford the human and financial resources needed to form a caravan—even if he gave him a good ship, he would not be able to form a caravan.

Let's put it this way, before Allen came over, there was a person named Third Brother who didn't fly around with all kinds of planes - rich and capricious, not to mention, the experience that people eventually accumulated may be different from other families, it is rich experience in protecting pilots...

Moved over, with his current sailing experience, he organized a group to deliver food to the Sea Dragon King - so Alan wanted to know, if it was down, would the name of this ship be called Meituan or Hungry...

The above is Allen's brain supplement for the stupid fork lord from the other party's intermittent descriptions and praises - it is estimated that eight or nine are not far from ten.

Because this guy in front of him was actually one of the troops who was conscripted at that time - according to him, after participating, this year's tax will be exempted!

Anyway, Alan doesn't know who gave the lord the courage to attack an armed merchant ship with militia - that's right, the one who dares to do this job, after changing the skull flag, it is estimated that together with the pirate station, it can be used as material for everyone to find fault...

However, to his surprise, the other party actually succeeded.

Because the whole convoy of merchant ships stopped not to show off their might, but to really hope that they could be helped—more than half of their members were already paralyzed.

Thus, the lord happily got his hands on the ship, the precious cargo from the mysterious East, the disobedient crew slaves who dared to disobey him—and the plague from the Mediterranean that made the revival of the Roman Empire come to naught.

The best doctors were brought in, and they held up the thick benzene scissors that had just been cut off and held their inherited three-piece set for all the sick people - bloodletting, vomiting, and, cough cough, anyway, hate the high.

For the great Earl said that they were still useful—for example, the precious charts and the contact methods with the second-tier dealers, and that in order to maintain the dignity of the nobles, they could be treated as a reward for their attack and salvation from the Great Earl.

Well—no problem, after all, it was the great Earl who saved them from the Vikings, and they either either paid or were not grateful to Dade for being enslaved—or the Earl would have to kill them.

Unfortunately, such a great idea did not come to fruition.

Because it is obvious that the European doctor trifecta at this moment has no effect - for the plague of these people, it is more suitable for Bian Que trifecta.

That is, it can't be cured, wait for death, say goodbye...

Regardless of whether it was three or several companies, the people were not saved in the end, and after discovering that the dead had the same symptoms and the same problems were found among the doctors and soldiers, all the sick people were gathered together and waited for the doctor's treatment.

But alas, after the same problem with the doctor, the whole barracks collapsed - the earl ran first, and then the soldiers who were in a hurry.

Even though the earl had a bit of a conscience, he reported the matter to the royal capital after running away and returning to his hometown, although it was a little late, but it was still too late.

The people in front of him don't know what happened to the soldiers who ran back to their respective villages—but he was arranged to come and guard the border, because the village chief told him that outsiders were strictly forbidden to enter the village, and that people were not allowed to visit relatives, and even if their sick friends in the barracks approached, they would be killed.

That's all Alan knew from this guy and what he had made up in his head.

So, what he's thinking about now is - it's over.

The soldiers transferred from various villages will definitely return to their hometowns as soon as possible, and it is okay if they do not get sick, but if they get sick, the consequences will really be unimaginable.

One can only hope that all the villages are as wise as this village chief - although Alan thinks this is more unreliable.

One can only hope for the less developed herbs of this era - or some other way to deal with it.

Well, the location of the lord's castle is already known—it's useless to go, but let's go.

With a sigh, Alan pulled Hermione and teleported away directly, leaving behind a scared soldier.