"Good afternoon, Ms. Erebes. Listen to the butler, do you have something important to discuss with me?" As soon as Zhang Cheng came to the living room, he took the initiative to owe a little to the female holy warrior in armor.

He could feel what a fragile and helpless soul was hidden in the other party's outward appearance of forced composure.

The terrible plague of Neverwinter was about to torture Erebeth to madness, she was tired and helpless, no matter what she did, she could not stop the spread of the plague, and the order in the city was on the verge of collapse.

In particular, the Penisoura district, where the prison is located, has completely lost control at the moment, and the prisoners who broke through the cage are smashing and looting unscrupulously, venting their animalistic instincts for the fear of death in their hearts.

The docks weren't much better, and the daring smugglers and sailors even attacked the guards, driving them out of the area and doing whatever they wanted behind closed doors.

It can be said that the Lord of Nasir has now lost control of Neverwinter, and can only order the blockade of various areas to ensure the safety of the city center.

"Good afternoon, Benny, I do have something important to discuss with you. Erebeth barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Oh, what is it?" asked Zhang Cheng pretending to be sincere.

In order to prevent the spread of the plague, the city council has ordered the entire city to be cordoned off, so we have not been able to get food supplies from the outside world for a long time, which has caused food prices to skyrocket, and many civilians have lost their food sources now. I've heard that you stockpiled a lot of food before the plague broke out, so I hope you will step up and help the people at this critical time. Erebeth was straightforward.

After all, the holy warriors are a bunch of straight intestines, and they don't know how to beat around the bush at all, let alone know that things like this should be tested first.

"I'm sorry, Miss Timarand. What do you mean...... Let's donate a large amount of food for free?" the old butler suddenly interjected, frowning.

Erebeth nodded slightly: "Yes! The town hall doesn't have enough money to buy food, and all we can give is gratitude from the bottom of our hearts." ”

When the old butler heard this, he couldn't help but sneer and sarcastically said, "Thanksgiving? I'm sorry, Mandahn Manor never needs any gratitude. If there is no money, we can accept equivalent magic items, potions, and scrolls, but it is impossible to take them for nothing. ”

"Are you just going to watch those poor people starve?" asked Erebeth, with an ugly face.

"What does it matter to us that they starve? that's your problem with Lord Nasir! it's your failure to manage the city, allowing magical plagues, famines, and chaos to spread everywhere, not our responsibility. The old butler retorted sharply.

Erebeth was visibly enraged by these words, trembling slightly, and his eyes burst with angry flames.

But in the end, her duties as a holy warrior made her force herself to calm down and set her eyes on Zhang Cheng: "Benny, are you really not going to take out those hoarded food to help the people?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it. Also, I suggest that you don't try to rob with the guards, my father has placed a lot of blazing glue in the warehouse, so that all the grain can be burned to ashes in an instant. ”

Although at the time of these words, Zhang Cheng's expression and tone were full of sincerity.

But even a fool can hear that this is not a suggestion at all, but a naked threat, and he would rather burn it all than donate it for free.

"Very good! I misread you!" Erebeth was obviously about to go crazy, and turned away without saying a word, not even stopping for a second.

Looking at her slightly slender back, Zhang Cheng touched his chin and muttered, "It's so easy to be provoked, no wonder there are few holy warriors who can hold out to the end, it's too easy to fall into darkness." ”

"Young Master, do you need me to send someone to continue to stimulate her and make her lose her mind sooner?" the old butler asked meaningfully.

"No, no. Her fall is inevitable, it is the arrangement of fate, and there is no escape from it. What we have to do is wait, wait patiently. But before that, I don't mind giving that idiot-like Lord Nasir a little color first. How dare you hit my idea? I really don't know how to write dead words. Go, find a few people to spread rumors in the city, that this plague is actually because he has offended the goddess of plague and disease, and once he dies, then the plague will stop immediately. Zhang Cheng sneered and gave an extremely insidious and vicious order.

You must know that if this rumor spreads, the Lord of Nasir will not be able to explain it even if he has a hundred mouths.

Coupled with the fact that he ordered the city to be sealed down and the various areas completely isolated, he had already offended too many people, and it would not be long before this bottom-up anger would completely tear it apart, let alone continue to rule Neverwinter, and it was difficult to say whether he would survive until the end of the plague.

"Ah, that's a brilliant idea! I seem to have seen the reign of Lord Nasir overthrown, and you become the new ruler of the city. The old butler touched his chest with one hand and bowed, his tone revealing strong anticipation.

"Hehe, maybe. ”

Zhang Cheng did not say that he had never intended to rule the city, but only used the people in the city as pawns and consumables to carry out a huge experiment.

By the time the experiment is over, it will not be certain whether the city will be inhabited or not.

......

Meanwhile, Mandahn, who was hiding under the necropolis, was engrossed in placing a freshly buried corpse on the dissecting table.

Just as he was about to awaken it and transform it into an undead, the orc guard Gromin suddenly ran in, covered in blood and shouted, "Master! Oh no! There are a few mysterious guys out there! They have brought the zombies, skeletons, and mummies you awakened under control, and it seems that they are planning to do something." ”

"Hmm, take control of the undead I created!" Mandahn's eyes lit up.

Because anyone who can control the undead is either a powerful mage or a priest of the evil camp.

Either way, it will help his research to a certain extent, and even greatly speed up the progress.

Without any hesitation!

After a little preparation, Mandahn left the hidden underground laboratory and headed towards the area where the orc guard Gromin was located.

He had no idea what a huge conspiracy was behind this terrible plague, and he didn't understand what a powerful and dangerous race he was going to deal with.