"What's wrong with you, Lord Arsu?"

Roland asked Akajika with concern, "With all due respect, you don't look very good. Would you like to take a break......

"Don't worry, Roland."

The voice of the red tree flower was unusually low and hoarse, her body was slightly rickety, and her upright posture lost her confidence.

His eyes were cold and tired, and he looked like an executioner or gendarme who was confessing to the gods. His look was in the victim and Shi. The delicate boundaries between the abuser, whether he is strong or vulnerable, cannot accurately describe his state at the moment.

He seemed to know something.

Roland's eyes fluctuated slightly.

"Are you...... Got it? Roland also suppressed his voice and asked Akajika.

Akajika nodded heavily.

He looked around and pulled Roland out. The people around him couldn't help but cast strange glances at him and Roland. It looks like a reprieve, mixed with doubt and contempt.

If it weren't for the long red ponytail and Roland's short silver-white hair that proved their identity as foreigners, someone would have come to find fault at this moment.

In Carlar, foreigners are always inexplicably respected. This is probably related to the feelings of the Karars who are swaying in inferiority and arrogance.

They are, after all, outcasts. A humble mortal who is not favored by the gods, has no miracles, and lives in a land forsaken by the gods. Unlike those druid lords, for these ordinary people who have no profession, they do not have the egalitarian and druidic disgust of those high gods.

Today's Caral can be said to be polarized.

Because of their education, most young people don't even believe in the existence of gods at all. In their opinion. The priests are just evil spellcasters who extract power from the world like wizards, or liars who play tricks and tricks, and the so-called gods are nothing more than illusions they have concocted to deceive the foolish.

The old men, who were old enough to remember the founding of the country and the existence of the gods, were secretive about Carral's blasphemy. They simply did not dare to talk about similar topics. lest the gods punish and destroy this sinful country directly.

Caral is still too young. If in a few more decades. When all the old people who remember the truth of the world die of old age, the country can be united. But now, the fierce hedge between the old and the new ideas has given the people of Caral a strange idea mixed with inferiority and arrogance.

They look down on the foreigners who are enslaved by the gods, but at the same time envy the privileged life of Karal because of their backwardness - even if most of them have never left the borders of Karal in their lives to see the outside world. This gives rise to the bizarre situation in which the richer the more respectful the foreigners are, and the more contemptuous they are of the Carrals; And those who have little culture, and don't even know what the capital of their neighboring country is called, are more disrespectful to foreigners, but they have to take into account the mentality of those who have money and power.

It's like now. At the scene of a major disaster, a Suze and a Fararo got together to point fingers, but no one dared to say anything to them.

No one blamed them, and no one dared to step forward and let them join the search and rescue. Instead, they avoided them as if they were drunkards. Suddenly, a large piece was vacant around Roland and Red Oak.

This is also good, saving Roland from using any means of sound insulation.

Roland cleared his throat, crossed his arms and whispered to Akajika, "Let me guess...... Do you know anything about the plague? ”

“…… Yes. ”

Akajika nodded slowly. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he reached out and grabbed something at his waist, but he didn't find it, and took his hand back in a daze. Clasp your hands together in front of your chest.

"You may wonder why I take this plague event so seriously...... Yes, I do take this plague very seriously. Very much taken seriously. Do you feel strange? I'm not from Karar, and I don't know anyone here. Even in my opinion. They are just fools who have turned their backs on the gods, and it is better to die. ”

Akajika leaned her entire weight against the wall behind her. The two hands are firmly hooked into each other. He closed his eyes and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Not long ago, I intercepted a letter from someone to the Marquis of Sayya...... I think you can understand that doing our business, collecting money and protecting people's lives, although it is not a bloody job, but always dealing with that kind of person, if you don't have a few hearts, you would have become a yin long ago. The corpse in the ditch. ”

"I said what's wrong...... Oh yes, I intercepted that letter. And I undid the wax seal with a very wonderful technique, leaving no trace. Above it was sent by an unknown druid, clearly writing the details of the plague...... Very detailed. It's so detailed that it's easy to verify that the message is true or false. But I'd rather the news be wrong, because if it were, it would be a great disaster. ”

Roland raised an eyebrow, no response.

If what he expected, I'm afraid this is another game under Farina. However, unlike the previous situation when Roland's eyes were black, Akajika said this, and Roland basically understood what Falina wanted to do.

What she was going to do didn't conflict with Roland's plans. It can even help Roland a little, and Roland doesn't have to risk entering the game to interfere with her plans.

After a pause, Akajika continued, "As far as I know, this plague cannot be treated in any way. It's a real terminal illness. ”

"Those infected by the plague will have dented blood marks on their bodies, like ordinary bruises. This is the only symptom of this plague. Severely infected people also have blood stains on their clothing and the houses they live in, and all blood stains, both living and dead, will continue to emit dusty spores that infect everything around them. ”

"People infected by the plague will have anemia at first, slight fainting, and decreased resistance. This is followed by fever, general weakness, and a violent cough. After the appearance of blood stains, it cannot be treated, at which point the patient will cough up blood, vision will deteriorate, nausea and nausea, memory will be severely impaired, logic will not be clear, and finally it will quickly deteriorate to liquefaction of internal organs and brain, and all body fluids will begin to dry up. Seven days after death, the corpse will dust and fly in the wind...... Once exposed to this dust, it becomes infected. ”

"In the whole process of infection, the first two links are uncertain according to the individual's constitution. It's about three days to two months. But once there is blood, the bloodstains will spread all over the body before sunrise and sunset, and die completely before sunset the next day. ”

When Akajika said this, she smiled at Roland: "How do you feel?" ”

Roland shook his head slightly and whispered, "A huge loophole." ”

"Yes, a huge loophole, and that's the direct reason why I chose to bring you here," Akajika smiled self-deprecatingly, "Why does Marquis Saya have such detailed information?" Since that druid understood the importance of the matter, why didn't he come over and solve it himself? Don't think I'm from Fararo and don't know anything about druids...... The druid's prophecy was definitely not accurate to that extent. ”

Because Falina's purpose is to let you see this letter—

Roland knew it in his heart, but he pretended to be confused.

So he continued, "In other words, this druid must have some knowledge of the plague, or ......."

He is the developer of the plague. Or one of them. (To be continued.) )