That night, Charlotte and Claire, after a long conversation with Zenas, left Fort Dosse with their disciples and headed north. They must find the core of the Scourge as soon as possible and destroy the terrifying contagion of the Undead Scourge in order to win the main battlefield.

And the sooner the better, because with every day of delay, the Scourge will spread like a virus, and in the end it will develop into unimaginable behemoths. Don't forget, it's not the large area north of Fort Dosse that is threatened by the Scourge Plague, in fact the entire county of Vic is constantly under threat from the Plague.

It's just that the north is breaking out more violently!

So, it must be dealt with before the undead scourge breaks out in full force, even if it's just these five people.

While Charlotte and Claire were searching for the core of the Scourge, and Zenas was fighting against the Scourge on the main battlefield, Elbert was not idle. In fact, in a way, Elbert was probably the one who was most agitated.

The quarrel with the nobles is endless, and blaming each other has become the daily routine of those selfish lords. One of them said, 'You shouldn't just send such a small number of troops,' and the other retorted, 'There are bandits rampant in my territory.'" All in all, none of them was willing to contribute more, and each of them had their own small calculations in their hearts, so that the negotiations on the alliance did not make much progress.

This is also because Elbert's strength and prestige are not enough now, if the Grand Duke of Durali is here, with just an order, these nobles can only pinch their noses, no matter how reluctant they are.

Before another meeting, Elbert lamented to Neam at the resort estate where the meeting was held, "That Malthus and Gloria are really not easy. ”

"What do you mean?" replied Neam casually.

"You see, if they had shifted the outbreak of the Undead Scourge a little further northeast, these damn bastards wouldn't have been able to pass the buck so calmly. ”

Neam hugged his shoulders and shrugged, "Pay attention to the image, Your Majesty." ”

"Fuck it! These brainless fools! Don't they know that no one will benefit from the full-scale outbreak of the undead natural disaster? Do they think that those skeletons can still accompany them to hunt and pick up girls?!"

Neam pouted, "Actually, I think they know very well that the Undead Scourge is relevant to everyone. It's just that they're worried about what will happen after the victory, and they're really confident that you should be happy as their lord. ”

Neham was right! The nobles were indeed worried about what would happen after the victory.

Why do you say that? Think about it. If they fail, why should they blame each other now, thinking about preserving their strength and framing others? Anyway, when everyone is done with the game, what is the use of these conspiracies and tricks?

That's why Neam said they were thinking about what would happen after the victory.

“…… Phew—" Elbert was made laughing and crying by Neham's words, but he had to admit that Neham had a point, "They are so relieved!"

"So we're going to have to change our approach. ”

"Are you really going to do that? ”

"Don't worry! I won't hurt civilians. "If we want to end this endless prevarication as soon as possible, we're going to have to do something that doesn't seem very ethical." But we have a clear conscience, don't we?"

Albert frowned and nodded, "Okay, maybe you're right! But honestly, I don't want you to do such a thing, I can send someone else to carry out this plan." You know what I mean, right?"

Neham stopped in front of the door, and he pushed his black-rimmed glasses, his gaze surprisingly soft under the lenses.

"I know you're worried about my recollection of Lucerne. At this point, Elbert touched his nose in embarrassment, which made the corners of Neam's lips smile, "But this time it was different from Lucerne, and although I thought I was right at that time, it was for my own selfish desires. And this time, we're here to save everyone. ”

"As for the things that are sent to carry out the other things...... I have a good idea, but I have to do it to be reliable, and you don't want any accidents or casualties, do you? Besides, as the initiator of the plan, this kind of practice of covering your ears and stealing the bell is actually meaningless! So, just hold this never-ending meeting, and in three days, I will show you the results. ”

Neam said, pushing open the door of the resort and stepping outside.

The area has not been affected by the Scourge of the Dead, and Malthus and Gloria seem to have done so on purpose to slow down the Noble Alliance. Therefore, on this sunny day in winter, the sky outside the manor is extraordinarily long and wide.

With a faint smile on his lips, Neam looked at the sky and shook his head as if helpless and joyful.

"You're not a good king, my friend. ”

He rubbed shoulders with the lords who attended the meeting, some of whom offered to woo him, others who ignored him. What he had longed for once upon a time, but now Neam felt that it didn't matter, he just maintained his usual competence and calmness, even if he nodded back to others, without a smile on his face.

- Soon you'll be crying!

Neham thought so, looking back at the resort estate with a hint of revenge on his face.

Because these noble lords are really, really fucked up!

That night, a group of zombies appeared in Viscount Lawn's territory. These insane, low-level undead broke into a village and devoured all the pigs in the pigsty. Fortunately, there were no casualties in this incident.

But the people of Viscount Lawn's realm are all in danger, and no one knows if the next victim will be themselves.

The next day, a caravan was attacked by ghouls on the official road, and although the caravan's mercenaries dealt with the ghouls, the rumors intensified.

There were several such incidents in succession, and although there were miraculously no deaths, unsettling rumors began to spread.

It wasn't until the third day that one of the lords present received a letter from home. Several of his offspring fell ill at the same time, with symptoms of fever, vomiting, and slurred speech, which looked like symptoms of a plague of God.

The little lord was completely panicked, and if the lords showed symptoms of the plague, he would not hesitate to order them to be burned to death. But the problem is that it is his children who are now sick!

The poor fellow, of course, did not know that this was actually a non-lethal potion prescribed by Neham, and he just kept thinking and intimidating himself in his heart, and then went to Elbert alone to cry.

Finally, after dinner on the third day. Faced with this seemingly real imminent threat, the noble lords no longer blame each other, but were willing to sit quietly and listen to Elbert's plans, and sincerely discuss the distribution of the alliance next.

After laying out his plans at the meeting, Elbert took a sip of tea and winked at Neuham, who was leaning back against the corner.

The latter tilted his head and pushed his black-rimmed glasses, but a smile appeared on his lips.