Let's go back to the Iron Axe Tavern half a day ago.

"Sorry, I don't drink." St. George rejected the ale that Sivi had pushed over, and then asked curiously, "What do you mean by the rumors?" ”

"It is said that people who are injured by the walking corpses of the plague can also become infected and become part of the walking corpses."

Sylvie took back the cup, took a sip, and frowned.

He finally discovered that the Age of Mythology was inferior to the Age of Mythology...... The brewing techniques here are really poor.

So he raised his hand and called out to the bartender: "Bring me a glass of juice and a glass of honey milk." ”

In later generations, it has long been common knowledge that if you are injured by a plague walking corpse, you may be infected with that plague. After some militia members were injured by the walking corpses in the cemetery during their missions, regardless of whether they were plague walking corpses or not, they would go to the church of the pure white church and buy a small jar of holy water for a few silver coins to wash their wounds, which proved to be very effective in preventing the plague caused by the walking corpses.

It's just that the pure white church in the mythological era still doesn't know where to retreat, and even if Xiwei really digs them out, God knows if they now have the technology to make holy water.

Regardless of the high-grade holy water that requires the blood of the Holy Maiden, the low-level holy water manufacturing process is not simple, otherwise so many amazing alchemists in the Mythological Age would have come up with it a long time ago, and it would not be the turn to become a specialty of the pure white church......

"......" St. George did not answer, but sighed.

This guy is so bad at lying that he writes everything in his heart on his face.

Sylvie sighed inwardly.

If only those old foxes in the future could be so simple.

After a while, wait until your juice is served. St. George whispered, "Can we change the subject?" ”

His voice was full of bitterness, so that Sivi couldn't think of the young man who dared to go with him to slay the dragon six years ago.

"These are extraordinary times, and if the news of 'once you get injured, you will become a walking corpse' is leaked all over the streets, it will definitely affect morale, so the command should try to secretly block the news...... For example, kill all the infected people or something. ”

Xiwei took a sip of his honey milk, and then nodded with satisfaction: "I think, with your character, you must not be able to do such a thing, right?" ”

St. George, who was struck by Sivi's words, could only continue to remain silent.

Six years have allowed this former hot-blooded teenager to grow up, and I know that many times, even if I don't agree, I can only compromise with reality.

"For the final battle, this is a must...... I understand it very well...... But I just can't ......."

St. George clung to his head in some pain.

"I understand."

Sivi nodded. Then he patted him on the shoulder: "Then do you want to just do it with me?" ”

"What?"

St. George's mind didn't turn a corner for a moment.

"I'm going to treat those who are infected. Would you like to help? ”

Sivi looked at him. Said word by word.

"Really? Do you have a way to treat those people! The young knight had a look of surprise on his face.

"There's no way to be 100% sure, that's why we need to be real."

Naturally, Xiwei would not be full of words, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "So what about your answer?" ”

"If you can do it, I'll send my resignation to the Order right away!"

St. George tapped on his breastplate. Make a banging sound.

"It's not a question of handing in your resignation. You also know that the upper echelons are now hunting down the infected. Words that we want to help those people. It is bound to be antagonistic to the top, and you are really willing to abandon your great future and become a thorn in the side of the other party. Or even become a wanted man? ”

Xi Wei said solemnly.

"I'll make sure." St. George also straightened his face and asked seriously: "You really want to treat those people, and you don't have other bad thoughts - such as fighting for power and profit with the current high-ups, right?" ”

"I can swear on this that from now on, I will never do anything bad to humanity."

Sivi drew a circle on the table, and countless oath inscriptions faintly appeared in it, he took out a knife casually, slashed it on his finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood and dropped into the magic array, and completed the oath.

"In that case, I can also swear to the glory of the knight."

Ignoring the surprised expressions of the guests around him, St. George raised the fire of infamy: "Before you betray humanity, I will definitely do my best to help you, become your sword blade, and fulfill all your dreams!" ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, then high-fived and swore an oath.

――Dividing Line――

It's a dark world.

Haisen. Ingneyhill stood in the middle of it, a little confused.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of running water behind him.

Turning around, a rushing river appeared in front of him.

Then he immediately noticed that his men and companions were on the opposite bank, and seemed to be planning to go that way.

"Really, don't leave your lord behind!" He sighed, lifted his robe, and planned to cross the river, catch up with them, and then reprimand them as usual.

"Don't come here!"

At this time, his once best brother, as the deputy general's left and right hands, shouted loudly across the river: "Boss, don't cross the river!" It's not time for you to cross the river yet! ”

"What don't cross the river, what the hell are you talking about......"

Hayson replied with some impatience.

"Boss, think about what happened before!" The figure continued to shout, his voice a little anxious.

What happened before?

Ah, right. He received orders from the top to clear the territory of a large number of walking corpses, but because the number of enemies was much larger than reported, although the battle was won, almost everyone was wounded after the battle.

Just as they were returning to the city, a group of knights appeared to attack them because they had mistaken them for the walking dead......

Everyone but him died.

After that, in order to regain people's recognition, he returned to his hometown and began to hunt demons everywhere, hoping to make the people of the city know that he had not become a walking corpse......

However, now that you think about it, those demons that he hunted seem a little strange......

"Boss, you seem to have remembered." On the other side, his once best brother smiled: "Then I should go too." ”

"Wait, where are you going!" Haisen came back to his senses and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the other party.

"Boss, I'm dead. But you're alive. An open-minded smile appeared on his face: "I hope you can avenge us...... Ah, certainly not to go to the trouble of those knights. If you can, help me kick the Lord of Plague in the ass hard. ”

"Filet ......"

Hazen bit the corner of his mouth, desperately suppressing his desire to cross the River Styx and reunite with his brothers.

With tears in his eyes, he nodded vigorously, then turned around: "I understand. When the time comes, I will definitely let you see your boss and me underground! ”

With that, he ran headless and thoughtlessly ahead.

Because if he didn't get out of here soon, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop crying.

The last time I shed tears was a long time ago, when my mother was skewered into meat skewers with wooden awls by those damned orcs.

The soul named Fili, who was on the other side of the River Styx, looked at Haysen's figure as it faded into the darkness, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

"Boss...... No, General, I wish you good luck, and I will watch over you in Valhalla. ”

Valhalla is a place of legend in his hometown, where it is said that the souls of all the warriors who died in battle eventually go there, where they guard their loved ones and friends.

Not only him, but countless of the warriors under Haysen's former command appeared on the banks of the River Styx, and together with Fili, they saluted the back of the figure that had disappeared from their vision.

Many times, it is far more painful to live than to die.

――Dividing Line――

When Hayson opened his eyes, the light of the white magic lamp stung his eyes.

He felt that his whole body was aching, but perhaps it was more comfortable than not feeling pain at all, because he would feel alive.

It wasn't until he got used to the glow of the magic lamp that he saw the figure in front of him.

Sivi held out his hand to the warriors who had just returned from death.

"Welcome back." He smiled and said, "If you can, do you want to join my mercenary group?" (To be continued......)