Payne was a little nervous, and he watched as Passa touched the skin of the horses with his fingers, and he was a little worried about what he would do if the horses could not be cured.

This disease is obviously contagious, and it is not ruled out that it has an incubation period, although there are only about 30 war horses that have become ill, but who can guarantee that the other war horses are not infected at all?

If a large number of war horses are infected, then his cavalry regiment plan will probably have to be shelved.

This discovery left Payne extremely sad and depressed.

For now, I can only pin my hopes on Passa, hoping that he can bring a little miracle to himself.

When Passa's magic runs, it is not as conspicuous and brilliant as Orc and Lightning, and Rand can only see a glimmer of light, falling into the body of the war horse like stardust, while Passa himself closes his eyes and begins to look inward.

The magic is an extension of Pasa's eyes.

Rand stood outside the fence not far away, quietly watching Passa's movements.

The horse's body suddenly trembled, and it began to pant violently like a seriously ill and dying old man, and white foam spilled out of its mouth and nose, mixed with red blood.

"Hold it!" Payne immediately took a few steps forward and crossed the fence, but he didn't expect the horse's reaction to be so violent, and it looked like the situation was a little dangerous.

"Don't move!" Pasa suddenly opened his eyes, stopping Payne's movements, he took two steps back to prevent himself from being kicked by the warhorse, "It's detoxifying, don't disturb it!"

Detoxification?

Payne breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the development of the situation was not as serious as he imagined.

The horse struggled for about two or three minutes, then slowly calmed down, and after the vomit was expelled from its body, it looked much better than before, at least able to stand up.

"Whew, it looks like Passa's abilities work!" Rand also quietly put down his heart that was in his throat, whether it was a plague or another disease, as long as Passa could be cured, then it would not be terrible.

"Great!" Payne clenched his fist fiercely.

Pasa's ability did give Rand a lot of surprises, and in this era of medical backwardness, having a doctor like Pasa is simply a gift from heaven.

"I heard Snow say that during this time in the Sky Ferry Realm, Passa also spent his first evolution, and it seems that his ability is much stronger than before," Rand secretly complained to himself, because he was too busy during this time, he didn't pay too much attention to the lives of the demon seeds, but handed over all the affairs of managing the demon seeds to Snow.

Snow is up to you to keep a unified record of the growth of the demon seeds' abilities and evolutionary branches.

"Mr. Passa, how's it going?" Payne couldn't help but ask, "Do you need a break?"

Pasa shook his head, his face still looked very relaxed, the increase in mana after the first evolution was very much higher for him, and healing the war horses was not a particularly laborious task for him, "Please send someone to transfer the horses that have been healed to other places, by the way, remember to feed them some water." ”

"Is that a cure?"

"It's not very serious," said Pasa, nodding his head, hesitating for a moment, and lowering his voice, "but there is something I must tell you." ”

Seeing Passa's serious expression, Rand paused and said, "Please speak." ”

"My lord, through the magical peep I just had, I found that the pathogenic factors in the bodies of these war horses are somewhat special. Passa pondered the words and leaned into Rand's ear, "It's not like an illness caused by an infectious disease, it's like a toxin." ”

"My magic has found a large amount of precipitated toxin in the stomach and intestines of the war horse, it is a fusion poison, it is definitely not some kind of natural poisonous grass branches, some have been integrated into the blood, I can confirm that the pathogen is from the stomach. ”

Rand pondered for a moment, "You mean that these horses are sick because of poison in their food?"

"That's right. Passa nodded affirmatively: "If it is a general disease or a plague, I will not be so easy to treat, because a large number of diseased atoms are fused with the blood, but poisoning is different, fortunately, this toxin is difficult to absorb and digest, and a large part of it is still precipitated in the stomach of the horses, causing the stomach to ulcerate, so it is difficult for them to eat." ”

"Payne!" Rand beckoned to Payne, who was organizing the soldiers, "Who is in charge of the forage for the war horses?"

"Logistics soldiers, there are two teams. Payne was a little confused, "Why are you asking this?"

"Bring them here, I have something to ask them. Although Rand didn't want to link this incident with the poisoning incident, Passa's words made him suspicious, and it seemed that there were still moles around him to this day.

......

The people from the logistics department were quickly brought to Rand, a total of sixteen people, all of whom were from farmer backgrounds, and all of them were natives of the air ferry territory.

As soldiers of the logistics department, their status and treatment in the cavalry regiment are the lowest, and the biggest official position they have ever seen on weekdays is the cavalry leader Payne, and now standing in front of Rand, they can't help but be a little restrained and nervous.

"Relax, I just wanted to ask you guys some questions. Rand took a deep breath: "As long as you answer truthfully, I won't do anything to you." ”

"One by one. Payne nodded, and ordered the soldiers to separate the logisticians for questioning.

The first to be questioned by Rand was old Mike, a farmer-turned-logistics soldier who looked a little at a loss, with a feeling that his arms had nowhere to put them, and he looked terrified.

"Mike, how many people are usually in your logistics team when choosing forage?"

"My lord," said old Mike, bending down unconsciously, "we have always been divided into two groups, each responsible for different stables, and working together in groups of eight. ”

"Isn't there a time to separate?"

"We only separate when it's time to feed in the evening," replied Old Mike, after a moment's thought.

Payne's face changed, those war horses just happened in the early hours of the morning, it seems that the poisoner was really in the middle of the night, and the stable has been guarded by soldiers at night, and outsiders have no chance to approach at all, it seems that the poisoner should be in this logistics group.

"Let's make sure, what stable are those horses in?"

Payne takes the order and leaves, while Rand continues to question Mike Sr.

"Did you know that someone poisoned the hay?" Randt looked at Old Mac with a blank face, keeping an eye on his changing demeanor.