Because there was a death in the house, it was a person with an unknown illness who died. The people of Nishizawa were more or less taboo, and the displaced people who had forcibly occupied the houses moved out on the same day, and since then, the row of houses on the east side of the water has been empty.

Gradually, rumors began to spread in the village, and rumors that those who died had fallen under "black magic" to get sick or even commit suicide.

I'm a magician, and I've been in contact with sick people before, so now they look at me a little strangely.

However, probably because of Bernar's force, they didn't do anything too much to me.

But even so, I developed a bit of a lazy feeling, and the more I didn't want to walk around the village, I only took care of my body every day.

There's no evidence, and I don't understand why these things happened, but ...... I always felt like it was an interlocking conspiracy.

Since it is a conspiracy, in order to achieve the ultimate goal, the person who framed this qiē will naturally appear.

☆★☆

It didn't take long for me to see some unfamiliar faces in Nishizawa.

Ditches and fences were also built on the waterfront wasteland to the east.

I was tempted to inquire what was going on, but most of the people here were perfunctory to me, and only vaguely said a few words to the effect that these strangers were kind people, and that they had come to deliver wheat and bread to Nishizawa.

A few days later, I did receive some food as I was distributed.

I carefully examined the quality of the food, but it was found that they were delicate in material and white, and they were probably delicate things that had been transported here from a distant city. It can be said that they are not suitable as relief food because they are more expensive, but they are more common in the cups, plates and dishes of the rich or low-ranking nobles.

I think I'm more inclined to believe in what they want here than I believe in the hearts of the "good people".

My instinct told me that I couldn't stay here anymore, and even if I hadn't waited for Bena, I should think for myself and get out of here as soon as possible.

With a qiē plan in place, I began to pack the potions and books that I had accumulated over the past few days, and sent them to Luca City, near the northern forest, and spent a lot of effort to brand the name of Master Heber with magic at the recipient's place.

She may not necessarily meet me, but these Eve potions, I think she would still be willing to take a look. I'm more relieved to entrust these to her.

As for me, I'll just be curing my illness while I wander around looking for traces of Bednar and Xavier.

☆★☆

Three days later, in the evening, several columns of mercenaries came to the village.

Looking through the crack in the window, I could clearly see that they were wearing armor that was as cold as ice. The armor was also engraved with a motif of a rose and a sword.

It dawned on me that these mercenaries were not the same as the ones I had come into contact with before - yes, they were supposed to be eagle dogs bred by nobles.

What are they here for?

When such a question popped up in my mind, I was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously reached out and touched the black totem on the back of my neck. Since I plan to leave quietly after nightfall, I still don't think about it, don't go out, don't act rashly.

But there was a knock on my thin wooden door.

Outside the door, the voice of the respected old man of the village, Hai Shizi, said: "Honorable Magician, please go and greet our distinguished guests in place of us lowly people." ”

I don't want to go out.

It should be fine to find a reasonable reason to avoid it.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Haysz, I have some rashes, I'm afraid I'll bump into my honored guest." As I spoke, I rubbed the medicine on my face, hands, and neck a few times. Then he put on a heavy mage robe and opened the door slightly, exposing his hand full of red dots to anyone outside the door.

The old man seemed to be taken aback when he saw me, he took a few steps back, and then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Then you can rest first." ”

After saying that, he hurried in another direction.

Looking at his staggering back, I exhaled softly and closed the door.

☆★☆

At night, I jumped out of the window at the back of the house, dressed in a fighter's suit, wrapped in a mage's robe, some dry food, and a few markers.

I walked briskly down the dirt road deep into the forest, through the forest, and then caught the Augustine bus, and I was out of Nishizawa.

It was so quiet that I could even hear my own heart beating wildly.

Suddenly, torches lit up in front of me, and the sound of crackling firewood continued to sound.

Am I ignoring something?

I was so shocked that I quickly changed my route and ran into the forest on the left.

It was overgrown with vines and tangled, and it seemed to scratch my □□ leg. There was a slight ache in the face, but I didn't dare to slack off.

The next second, I saw four or five people suddenly appear in front of me, and I bumped into it head-on, but a familiar smell suddenly entered my nose.

-- Chelsea.

The mercenary beside him lit his torches, and I could see his face clearly, he was still dressed in an aristocratic gown, with a golden coat of arms on his shoulders, and he still looked reserved and noble.

There was a scolding voice from behind, and I vaguely heard what it was, "He's the black magician!" "He's the one who brought the bad luck!"

I put my hand on the trunk and looked up at Chelsea, who looked at me.

I've been running for a long time, and I'm gasping for breath now, and I'm at the end of my crossbow, but my mind has never been clearer.

- Eyler's death, the transformation of the homeless village, the plague in Nishizawa, the barren land, and...... Now I'm framed.

These complicated clues suddenly became clear in my mind, and became a dense web.

At this point, Chelsea finally finished looking at me, and he chuckled: "I seem to have helped them catch the culprit of the plague." But don't worry, I'll save you. ”

Chelsea stepped forward, raised his hand, and stroked the black totem around my neck with some pity, his hand cold and sticky, like a snake spitting poison.

"Who made you my favorite healing magician?"

A burning pain came from my neck, spread down my spine and throughout my body, and I closed my eyes and the world went dark.

☆★☆

When I woke up, I couldn't move, and my arms and body were bound to a wooden cross by heavy chains.

The place was lit by dim oil lamps, and the man sitting in the ornate chair opposite was none other than Chelsea.

When he saw me wake up, he got up from the chair and walked slowly in front of me.

His face was shadowy, so that people could not see it really, my brain was still a little drowsy, and my head hung down weakly, but he reached out and pinched his chin, and raised it strongly.

"Chloe, how did your healing magic come to be like this?"

Why did my healing magic become like this? Isn't he the most aware of the reason, it's just too much to ask.

I ignored his question, just looked at him in a daze.

-- Look at this Western University 6 who is praised by everyone as a "philanthropist" and "a nobleman blessed by God".

The Chelsea family does not enclose territory.

To be precise, they all use markcoins to buy land that others don't want.

I suddenly wanted to laugh.

The land on the east side of the water in West Zena,

Isn't it the land that no one wants now?

There were so many mercenaries from aristocratic families in the village, and there were a large number of high-quality grain and trenches and fences built for no reason. I should have known that this was a precursor to enclosure.

It's just that...... It was not as violent as other aristocrats did, driving the peasants off the land, and then enclosing the seized land and turning it into private estates and pastures.

How similar this qiē is to the affairs of the homeless village.

A sudden incident, a group of innocent victims, a heinous murderer.

These things are interlinked, but they always achieve the goal of obtaining low-cost land without any infamy.

I was thinking about it, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my jaw. I frowned and stared intently at the distorted aristocrat in front of me.

After looking at it for a while, I said, "Chelsea, how did you poison those people?" ”

(l~1`x*>+``+