Chapter 129: The Fate of Mortals

The old woman brought the cold and dry bread and the unseasoned vegetable soup, and then sat down opposite Roland, holding a roll of black linen tightly in her trembling hands, and wrapped it tightly around her mouth and nose.

Roland suddenly understood.

This is to prevent themselves from being infected, or to prevent their own diseases from spreading to Roland and them. In the early days of the plague revival, such simple masks were standard for almost everyone.

Being able to realize such a skill before the Plague Revival has officially started can only be attributed to the wisdom of life unique to the elderly.

"Sorry, kids...... I don't have anything to eat here. That's all. ”

Her somewhat timid voice was muffled and muffled through the linen, and with her rather severe karal accent, the content of her speech was indecipherable. But fortunately, several people present could understand it, otherwise communication would have been a problem.

"You're welcome. Madam. ”

Roland lowered his eyes and replied gently.

In the dim light of the fireplace, he could clearly see a hint of nostalgia in the old woman's cloudy eyes.

"This table hasn't been full in a long time...... I'm the only one left at the table of four people......"

The old woman muttered.

Then, as if it dawned on her, she picked up the spoon and scooped up her share of soup and poured it onto Roland's plate.

"You eat...... You eat ......," said the old woman indistinctly.

Roland was unusually submissive. He picked up his spoon and took a sip of the broth.

In all fairness, it doesn't taste good. Because there is no salt, it has no taste at all. And the vegetables are almost rotten when they are boiled, but you can still eat some stuffed vegetable tendons.

Watching Roland eat the vegetable soup, the old woman smiled with satisfaction and nostalgia.

She muttered over and over again, "Eat more...... Eat more......" while standing up. Stretching his arms as hard as he could, he was about to serve Lilia and Gahalad food.

"Ma'am. I'll do it. ”

Gahalad hurriedly helped the old woman, who was almost unsteady, and asked her to sit down slowly, and then took the spoon in her hand.

The old woman's eyes drifted for a moment.

"Oh yes, forgot about ......"

She muttered and pulled out a small bag from her bosom: "Old man." Go add some salt...... Cure ...... colds"

Catching a certain word, Roland's movements froze slightly, and a fine light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Receiving Roland's gesture, Gahalad nodded solemnly, and then took the old woman's pouch.

Realizing a possibility, Roland straightened up with a frown, and looked at the old woman.

She wears a rather ordinary dark brown linen outfit. Practical clothing that is more suitable for housework than work is heavy and neat.

Her countenance was sunken, and her eyes were cloudy and glazed. Dull skin, dull skin, wrinkles and age spots. Her hair is gray, the skin on her wrists and hands has lost its elasticity, and her muscles are loose, but the flesh on her shoulders is still fairly strong.

He looks like a pretty old guy.

A mortal without any profession lives only in his fifties. The old woman in front of her looked like she had lived sixty or seventy years, but she seemed to be a little confused, sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

"Where's your son?"

Roland paid attention in his heart and asked as if nothing had happened, and Lilia was taken aback.

Meet Lilia's gaze. Roland shook his head slightly and motioned for her to leave it alone. Lilia was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Little Paul......

The old woman trembled and propped herself up. In a vague voice, he replied, "Didn't you come back...... Lady Farina's side...... Said to come back at the end of the year, come back at the end of the year...... Young people are just busy......"

"Paul is not as good as you......"

Suddenly, the old woman's cold words startled Roland.

But then, he knew that the old lady had recognized the wrong person: "You have become an 'adult'...... How much can you help your brother...... ...... in black robes What's it called......"

"The Blighter."

Roland answered softly.

"Ahh......h

The old woman stood up, as if emphasizing a certain word. His voice raised slightly: "Little Paul is on Lord Farina's side...... You're also a druid, so it's okay to talk to Lord Farina, Lord Farina has practical learning, learn more, I can't lose your ......"

"Yes."

Roland replied softly.

The old woman nodded in satisfaction. Then he sighed again: "Guard...... The guards don't make much money. Also busy...... I haven't been back for more than half a year......"

Roland was silent.

Farina's Guardian?

If Roland remembers correctly, they were the first experimenters when Falina had just started the plague.

If nothing else, the old lady's second son will not come back.

Wait a minute...... Guard? Old lady? The town of Ram?

Suddenly, Roland's fingers trembled slightly. Put the spoon down without leaking.

He remembered the plot.

If that's right......

Roland groaned, reaching out to Gahalad for the paper bag. The moment it got its hand, its name was revealed:

- [Ashes of the test subject].

Really.

Roland sighed.

This is quite a questline with the characteristics of Plague Revival. is the middle part of the "Just a Mortal" quest series.

At that time, the player was given two tasks at the same time, one to guide a blight to a small village, and the other to help an old lady in another village make a bowl of porridge.

The old lady's second son was killed by the plague of Farina, and she burned his bones to ashes, part of which was mixed with salt. She was convinced that a vegetable soup with salt from her son's ashes would cure the bloodstain syndrome. And give the vegetable soup to everyone who passes.

Then, the player watches as the old lady gives the porridge to the withered man to drink - of course, the player doesn't know there's something wrong with the porridge at this time.

And the Blighter, his mission is to completely cleanse another infected city. After the player brings the Blight in, he will watch the player leave, and then proceed to destroy the city.

But at this time, the old lady followed them to the city for some reason. And after the blighter had killed all the life in the city once, he would find the old lady who was dead in the streets, her life force had been drained, and when she took off the linen, she found that the person had somehow run from Ram, his old mother.

At this point, the player will find a bag of salt in her hand, which she considers to be a treasure, called "Testimonial's Ashes".

Eating his own brother, then killing his own mother, and contracting bloodstain syndrome - the withered have no other way but to die.

In the face of natural disasters, he is just a mortal. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's hard to change the wrong name...... Just look at ...... I'm going to figure it out......