Kelofel has been restless these days, and since Nadal's death at the hands of the 'Undead Sovereign', he has had a sense of foreboding.

He could feel that a 'devil's contract' had come into effect, but he didn't know what the exact content of that devil's contract was.

As evil as one of the sources of evil in the multiverse, the devils use the most trusted contract power in the entire multiverse.

You don't need any notary public, you only need to get a contract document from the devil, and you can add your own contents, and the signed contract has the part of the 'will of the abyss' that the king of the devil stole from the bottomless abyss as a guarantee, and once signed, it will definitely be executed.

Of course, only evil people use this kind of contract for credit guarantees.

But no matter how much he worries, it is useless, it has happened, and there is no way to undo, so all he can do now is to be careful.

Thinking of this, Kylophil sighed helplessly, before he could get the words out of Nadal's mouth, that guy died like this......

Until now, they only knew what kind of vaccines the Duchy of Sorrow had given the merchant, but they didn't know how those vaccines excreted the virus.

They also tried to feed the infected with the corresponding plague healing potions, but to no avail.

Now the city, except for the merchant and him, the rest of the people are infected with the night ghost plague.

The ruler was terrified, fearing that he too would suddenly become an infected - the plague seemed to be still incubating, and if it did break out, the city would probably be finished!

Nadal did say a 'solution', and although the possibility of referring to the 'antidote' is not ruled out, it is extremely unlikely.

Perhaps they were all wrong, the research was going in the wrong direction, it was clear that the night ghost plague could not be cured by a single cure or a mixed number of healing potions, and he had already proposed to his god to promote a 'vaccine' to all regions of the continent, because no one knew if there would be a second Nadal.

Although he was also a little puzzled now, if Nadal, as a believer in the god of plagues, was able to spread the night ghost plague in this city, why did a similar situation not occur elsewhere, and what was the relationship between the night ghost plague and the group of bones?

Could it be that in fact, the night ghost plague is not in the hands of the plague believers, but in the hands of the group of bone frames, is the real developer of this plague actually the group of bone frames?

Kylofil thought for a moment, feeling that this was not impossible.

But if the city's nocturnal plague was used to attract the attention of others, then the Undead Monarch also spread the plague elsewhere on the continent, but it was still in the incubation period?

Countless problems plagued Kylophil, who had not been able to get a good rest for several days, and was not in a good mental state.

With a yawn, Kylophil stood up and glanced out the window at the setting sun, the sun still spreading its warmth and light to the world.

After saluting to the remnant sun, the paladin took a step out of his room, it was already dinner time, he was going to replenish his strength and energy, and then hope to get a good night's sleep tonight.

At this time, the torches have been lit in the church, and the homeless homeless people have entered the church one after another.

Kelofel's dinner was still three pieces of black bread and a glass of water, and by the time the wanderers gathered in the chapel atrium, it had become a 'filthy place' overflowing with the smell of sourness, but no one dared to deny the holiness of the place.

"Thank our Lord for giving us food......

"Thank you Lord for giving us warm ......"

"Thank our Lord for giving us a place to live......"

Whispered but loud prayers rang out in the atrium, and the homeless on the benches prayed in whispers, bowing their heads quite politely as they received their supper from the clergy.

They were used to all this, but they still had the respect and gratitude they deserved for that deity and for this church, because they had not seen the scoundrels being cast out, and they were not entitled to all this now.

Kelofel ate the brown bread with warm water, the coarse bread rubbing against his throat, but he swallowed it without changing his face, for he was used to it.

He didn't have any money on him, and all the money he 'earned' was donated to the church, because he was afraid that the money would never find its owner, so he simply used that money to help more poor people.

As a holy warrior with strong beliefs, he has always done this, he can't force others to donate all his money like him, it's a personal choice, he has no right to interfere, that's all he can do......

In the candlelight, the humble and happy faces made the corners of Kylophil's mouth curl, which made him feel that all his efforts had been in vain.

Although he can't do it to get everyone to have a job, to lift himself out of poverty, and to take care of himself, at least he can do it.

As the twilight faded and the night slowly fell, Kelofel swallowed the last bite of bread and poured the last sip of water from the glass into his stomach and burped.

This kind of poor life is not acceptable to everyone, but fortunately, there are quite a few kind people in this world.

Turning his head to look around, the Paladin, who was still a little happy, frowned.

He saw that the wanderers and priests were chewing slowly, even though they were eating black bread, they didn't have to be so careful, right?

When will I finish taking a bite of bread and chewing slowly for almost a minute before I take the next bite?

In the dim candlelight, people's bodies seemed a little illusory, and if it weren't for the fact that they were still chewing and talking, I'm afraid that Kylofell would have thought that they were nothing more than a hallucination......

Wait a minute!

The paladin raised his eyebrows, walked over to a cleric, patted him on the shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

The priest slowly turned his head, lowered his head slightly and looked at it again, and wondered, "I ...... Didn't do anything......"

Kelofel looked at him silently, his right hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to look around the nave.

People mechanically raise their hands and tear their mouths at the bread, and the voices and reactions of the conversation are slow.

In the light of the candlelight, their faces were hazy, as if a thin veil had shrouded them.

The candles flickered in the lamps hanging on the walls, and the clergy sitting by the fireplace forgot to add firewood because they were eating dinner, so that the warmth in the church was gradually dissipating.

"Let me go, thank you. ”

Expressionless, Kelofel suddenly lifted his feet and walked towards the door of the church, and the aisle between the two rows of pews was also full of people, who struggled to move their bodies in the crowded aisle to let the venerable cleric pass.

Kylophil settled in the gap between people and walked lightly to the church door.

Standing behind the door, he raised his hands and slammed the door open, a biting cold wind mixed with a little ice and snow blowing in his face.

By this time the streets were deserted, and he saw nothing but the hoarfrost on the roofs and the streets.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight and seemed to obscure all the sounds that should have existed.

Listening to the silence, Kylophil tilted his head and saw the clouds disperse and the moonlight fall.

The soft beauty of the twin moons seems to be so beautiful forever, but the lonely twin moons are too lazy to bother with the stars that set off their brilliance except for the dark night of their siblings.

Once again, the two withdrawn goddesses left the others behind and went to amuse themselves.

As night fell, in the bright moonlight, Kylophil took a deep breath and turned his head to look behind him.

- He saw one pair of hollow eyes after another, and the owners of all eyes were looking at him with cups of water and uneaten bread in their hands, and looked at him with a look of dementia.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of longing slowly emerging...... ()

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