Stepping out of Joan of Arc's tent, Randy immediately saw a soldier with a very bad face, staggering towards him, bowing and preparing to leave.

Randy frowned and turned around and asked, "Isn't your complexion very good, are you sick?" Why don't you go to the medic for a look? ”

"Medic! No, no, no, they will kill me, Your Majesty. When the soldier heard Randy say this, his face turned pale and he stepped back.

"Your Majesty, don't come here, it's dangerous."

"Danger? You look bad, you must be sick, and if you are sick, you have to see a doctor. "I have to say that Randy still cares about his army, his soldiers. He stepped forward and pulled him straight to the military doctor.

"Nope! Your Majesty! ”

The soldier was completely unappreciative, terrified that he didn't look like a Viking warrior at all, and turned around to run away, but before he could take two steps before he fell to the ground, Randy ran over to see that the soldier spat out a large puddle of yellow water, rolled his eyes and died.

Randy was creepy, as a modern person, although he had never experienced such a thing, but after coming to this world for so long, he had heard what it was.

Pestilence!!!

Randy originally thought that the army had been quiet for so long, and there was nothing going on, but he didn't expect that the plague had spread in a corner he hadn't noticed, and those soldiers must be very scared, once they grew up, they would be isolated, killed and burned, so they carried it desperately, wanting to rely on their physical fitness to carry it, just like this guy who fell in front of Randy now!

"Damn it!"

Thinking that in his army, there are likely to be more, even hundreds, of such soldiers, who hide their illness, and as the plague spreads little by little, Randy may eventually lose most of the army or even millions of people because of this, Randy couldn't help but curse, because he was afraid that he would also be infected, and he didn't dare to go to Joan of Arc, so he quickly ran to Hippocrates to explain the situation, took a good bath to eliminate the disinfection, and brought medicine from Hippocrates that was said to prevent the plague, After pinching his nose and eating the foul-smelling bitter thing, Randy breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that his trip to Rome would be postponed a little.

Although Randy has been dreaming of going to Rome to be crowned emperor for a long time, the plague is not a joke, in case the Holy See knows that he has introduced the plague to Rome, not to mention what the emperor, canonization, and crusaders will soon fight in Gothenburg.

Randy was suddenly a little glad that he had exchanged for Hippocrates in advance.

Although he didn't know what herbs were used, and Randy didn't want to know about it, after half a month of general investigation and drug prevention, the Norman army finally screened out more than 6,000 patients, or soldiers who were suspected of being patients, and forcibly isolated them, and the spread of the plague in the army was quickly and stably controlled.

Randy decides that the good guys will do it to the end, and ask the Norman merchants to sell these preventive drugs for twenty times more than the price of the herbs, but this is only prevention.

Hippocrates made it clear that prevention is very simple, but there is nothing that can be done to cure it.

Randy didn't mean to blame him, no one wanted this kind of thing to happen, those sick soldiers could only blame them for their bad lives, and Randy would pray for them.

But it's clear that not everyone agrees with Randy, and the vast majority of Normans.

For example, Randy largely ignores Nurse Nightingale, a girl who usually seems very introverted, doesn't talk much, and has a low sense of presence, bravely stands up at this moment.

"It's true that isolating these soldiers is one of the ways to deal with the plague, but now that we have done everything we can to prevent it, can we consider lifting their quarantine?" The nurse sister was so brave and stubborn, and a little excited that she came to the field hospital to inspect it, and when she was about to leave, she stopped in front of the Norman tyrant and shouted with tears in her eyes.

Randy was a little stunned, and he thought it was a little funny.

"Nope! Ma'am, this is impossible, and perhaps you have some truth in what you say, but the soldiers' fear of the plague is even greater than that of the physical sword, they will not agree. ”

"But Your Majesty, you are the Norman King, if you order it."

"That's absolutely impossible, do you think it's the lives of 6,000 people that matter, or the lives of 100,000 people? It's true that I'm the Norman king, and I have the right to force it, but if I do, I'll soon not be king, you know what I mean? ”

"At the very least, at least those soldiers should be better cared for, instead of putting them together and waiting to die." Nurse Nanjinger took a step back and persevered.

"If I could, I would have liked to do it, but it didn't work, those soldiers had gone crazy, they knew they wouldn't live long, because of fear and disease, these guys were out of mind, even good people would be driven crazy if they went in, those people could do anything, if a delicate little girl like you walked in, I can't guarantee what would happen."

"That being said, I thought I could give it a try." Randy really didn't expect that the words had already come to this, Nightingale was still insisting, looking at Randy very stubbornly with tears in her eyes, making Randy involuntarily reach out and touch her hair.

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When Joan of Arc invited her, she didn't see Randy sleeping soundly in her arms as usual, in fact, if you think about it for a moment, you can remember that Randy didn't come to her room at all last night.

Although as a nun, this is actually very contrary to the Lord's church, Joan of Arc can't stop it, and feels very disappointed that Randy didn't come.

Because she can't see Randy's face, in fact, Joan of Arc feels that the biggest gain from dating Randy is that she can see Randy sleeping soundly after waking up, and Joan of Arc feels that only at this time, this man who is as cunning and ferocious as the Nordic dragon really belongs to her. And when Randy woke up, everything was different, at that time Randy's identity was not Joan of Arc's lover, but the Norman king, the monarch looked up to by nearly 10 million commoners and nobles in the Norman kingdom, and she was not alone.

Therefore, Joan of Arc felt that waking up early in the morning for a while and looking at Randy's face was a very happy thing, and it was even enough to make up for his betrayal of the Catholic teachings, even if he would go to hell because of it, and it would be nice if he could really go to heaven, but he would never see him again.

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc blushed a little, and felt that her thinking was a bit rebellious.

Randy in her sleep seemed so peaceful, as cute as an angel, but when Randy opened her eyes, that deep turquoise eyes completely transformed an angel into a demon, so Joan of Arc looked forward to this time very much, and even regarded it as the greatest pleasure in her life, after all, in the future, she would never be able to go to the battlefield again, she could not practice swords, and she was not even allowed to hold the sword of white flash, she could not run, she could not jump, she could not even walk faster, if this little fun was deprived again, Joan of Arc really didn't know what it meant for her to live.

The French betrayed her, the French no longer needed her, and she could no longer fight for France, and if Randy was abandoning her, she couldn't imagine how she would live in the future.

"Where did he go? Why don't you come? ”

"I'm sorry, there was something just now, were you waiting for me?" Randy smiled apologetically, sat down next to Joan of Arc, lifted Joan of Arc's jaw and kissed her.

"No, I just woke up."

"Do you feel lonely?"

"A little bit."

"I'm so sorry, I'm a little tired, let me take a break."

Joan of Arc nodded, helped Randy undress and cover the quilt, looked at Randy's complexion, who looked very tired, calmed down a little, Joan of Arc sighed with satisfaction, and also closed her eyes and hugged Randy into sleep.

Randy didn't tell Joan of Arc about the plague epidemic in the general, and Joan of Arc was very observant and didn't ask anything, and the two sides had a good relationship, warm and harmonious, until Nightingale stood in front of Randy today.

At this time, Randy realized that Nightingale had already had a lot of support in the army, and almost all the soldiers who had been taken care of by her during the injury period had a good impression of this enthusiastic, patient, and attentive girl, but when these guys heard that Nightingale was going to enter the quarantine area, they all refused in great fear, which made the nurse sister feel very frustrated, but she still went in.

In fact, after all the prevention work has been done, the possibility of infection has been minimized, and it is basically impossible to be infected, but what if? Vikings are indeed not afraid of death, but they also have to distinguish how to die, whether they died heroically on the battlefield, or died in humiliation because of disease, this is different, so she is the only one who finally enters the quarantine area.

"What if this guy dies inside? It cost thousands of dollars to redeem it. When Randy heard the news from the Norman spy that Nightingale had taken advantage of the guards' inattention and ran into the quarantine area without permission, Randy could only scold like this.

"It's good to be dead! No matter, dead clean. Randy rolled his eyes, stood up, pulled the cloak handed over by one of the Guard Knights, tied it around his neck and turned around it, and asked his spy leader, Nemulis, "Are you ready?" Traveling to Rome to work all safely? ”

"Of course, Your Majesty, the security work is very perfect, and even the perfection is a bit excessive, even if Your Majesty wants to slaughter the Pope temporarily, you can do it with those security forces."

Nemulis's answer surprised Randy a little, and with a light snort, he turned to his diplomat, Foster, and asked, "So...... Did the Pope agree to all the conditions I needed? ”

"Although there were some problems at the beginning, under the patient persuasion of his subordinates, the Pope has fully agreed."

"That's fine." Randy snapped his fingers and pulled out a stub made of pure black stainless steel and inlaid with rubies, and pulled it back into the holster around his waist.

"What's that? Your Majesty! Nemulis felt a little strange, but the killer's instinct told him that it was a very dangerous weapon, but he had never seen it before.

"Nothing, gadgets from special sources."

As he spoke, Randy flicked his cloak and walked out, "Let's go for a walk, just take a turn, you can do whatever you want, you can come with whoever you want, I won't embarrass you." ”

"Your Majesty!"

None of the people present were fools, hearing Randy say this, how could he not understand his thoughts, Nemuliston became anxious: "This matter is not good for subordinates after all, please rest assured, Your Majesty, this matter is handed over to subordinates ......"

"You? It's almost as good that you go poisoning! Randy snorted, half-jokingly.

Here Nemulis was choked and speechless, and the diplomat Foster stood up again: "Your Majesty, a gentleman does not build a dangerous wall, and the son of a daughter cannot sit in the hall, these truths ......"

"I know these truths, but they are all my soldiers after all." Randy's voice choked up slightly when he said this, making it difficult for Foster to say more.

"Your Majesty!" Just as Randy was about to leave, Alpha stopped in front of him.

"You're trying to stop me too?"

"Nope! I'm with you. The corners of Alpha's mouth cracked, and a smile appeared.

"Hehehe...... You're smiling so ugly. Randy said this, patting Alpha on the shoulder and walking out.

"What are you doing? Don't hurry up and keep up! Seeing that the king and the knight captain were getting farther and farther away, Nemulis shouted angrily at the other knights of the guard.

"We don't need to listen to you, you thief......"

One of the knights of the guard replied, but quickly followed, and the king's behavior and the nervousness of the knights of the guard also made many of the idle Norman soldiers feel strange, so they mustered up the courage to ask under the urging of the curiosity of some people.

The Knight of the Guard had no choice but to be angry and tell Randy that His Majesty was going to the quarantine area.

"This is terrible, if something happens to Your Majesty, the kingdom will be over."

Such a thing also frightened the other Norman soldiers, who also panicked, some followed and others quickly ran to other places to spread the news.

The news spread more and more widely, and the more chaotic it became, more and more people were anxious, and gradually more and more soldiers, nobles, and civilian representatives who followed Randy's side to persuade him, but Randy did not reply at all, and with a martyr's attitude, he unswervingly walked in the direction of the plague soldiers' residence isolated by a heavy wooden door.

After questioning the soldiers guarding the area, and learning that Nightingale had sneaked over the wall about half an hour earlier, Randy glanced up at the four-meter-high courtyard wall and looked at the guard level, which was self-evident.

"That...... Your Majesty...... Actually, I accepted her bribe......"

Of course, it is completely meaningless to dwell on this kind of problem at this time, although it is not clear what kind of inhuman treatment the little nurse suffered in it, but it doesn't matter at present.

Randy came over the wooden wall and looked at the growing number of healthy and healthy soldiers who had gathered, as well as the sick soldiers who were gradually gathering together, and Nightingale, who seemed to have nothing wrong but was a little discouraged, and began his speech.

(End of chapter)