Leona was escorted to Bedwin's room by two senior priests (Cranvo and Ilmot), dressed in the full costume of Reverend Cranvo, which, along with the priest's magic, ensured that she would not be easily invaded by the plague, but she could not stay long.

The princess took out a ring encrusted with fluorite, which glowed blue and illuminated the sleeping face, Baldwin was thinner and paler than Leona remembered, but Leona was not sure if it was due to the crystal lenses that were stuck in her eye sockets and made her feel very uncomfortable - as we all know, crystal lenses must be made of pure white crystal, like spring water or air, and they must be polished to be large and thin, otherwise it is easy to distort what you see, which is the characteristic of crystals. Dwarves, gnomes, and sophisticated merchants, when they lacked a testing apparatus, often placed crystal beads on parchment covered with fine small letters, and the letters appeared double shadows under the crystal beads, while glass beads did not.

She stepped forward to touch Baldwin, but the priest of Ilmort immediately stopped her and shook his head.

"He was well taken care of. The priest of Ilmot said, "Although we are undermanned, Your Highness, there is a priest who is always watching here—and one of his companions, who is also a priest, and she has always taken care of him." ”

"Priest?" Leona asked, confused, and then she saw Mei Mi standing outside the door, "Oh, it's you." It dawned on her that it was not Leona's fault, for there were too many people who did not regard Flo's priest as a priest—and there Mei Mi stood vigilant like a cat that had encroached on her territory, and she carried in her hand a large copper plate containing a delicate silver kettle, clean cotton cloth, and some soft shredded fur.

"I think I have to thank you well, Priest Flo," said the princess in a kind tone, "I'm glad Bedwin has a friend like you...... I've been worried that he won't get the care he deserves. ”

Memmy stared at the woman who had suddenly appeared in Baldwin's room. She was tall and tall—even the reverend Kranvo's wide black robes, which could be used as a tent, could not be completely concealed, and her demeanor was graceful—and even if she could only hear her voice, she could tell that she was a very different person from Memey, and she thanked herself as a matter of course, and Mamy thought resentfully, as if she were the mistress of this room, and the man lying on the bed was her husband.

The priests called her His Highness in a respectful manner, the exact opposite of what they had done towards Memy - when the priests found her hiding in Baldwin's room, they were screaming and trying to detain her. Had it not been for Baldwin's insistence, she would not have even been free to walk out of the room - and even then, they would not have spoken to her, nor would she have been allowed to go outside of this corridor, which had been the Archon's mansion, and the rooms in this corridor were intended for guests, many of them empty, and in which Maemy found many of the things she needed.

"Your Highness......" the priest of Ilmot urged vaguely.

"Okay. Leona said, before she turned and walked out of the room. Memey's lips moved, she wanted to ask the woman if she would ever return, but the priest of Cranvo turned around just in time. Give her a warning glance.

"What about Kerry and Cremar?" asked Leona as she passed the empty outer court.

"They're resting. Perhaps seeing Leona's look of astonishment—the mage needed a quiet room to rest or meditate, but from what she knew about the Elven Ranger, he wouldn't be too far from his injured or sick friends—Elmot's senior priest explained, "We need their help—it's an extremely dangerous mission. We may face a demon or a devil......" he briefly recounted the whole situation to this distinguished young woman.

"Well," Leona said, "there is a root cause for this disease." ”

"It should be," said the senior pastor, "what we're going to do." It is to confirm our suspicions. ”

"If your guess is wrong......"

"Well, then, His Excellency Dylan Donclay is doing the right thing. "That's exactly why I'm reluctant to let you into Dorling," the senior pastor said. ”

But you let me in anyway, Leona said in her heart, she didn't doubt at all that it was a selfish act by the priests of Ilmut and Cranvo to save their lives, and if they really valued their lives as mortals did, then there was no need for them to come to Dorling in the first place: "How many survivors are there?"

"Dorin is a small city," replied the senior priest, "and there are only three thousand seven hundred and twenty registered with the consuls. He bowed to Leona, "Please forgive me for my rudeness," he said—the reverend of Cranvo had been taken away, and the two priests had brought silver cups, Leona had cut her finger with the knife she was carrying, and the senior priest had brought it over to observe the spring inside—it was still clear, but stained with a hint of blood, and then he concentrated his thoughts and cast a magic spell.

It was a cold, pure spell, like the wind that comes in the harsh winter when you pull open the tapestry and push open the window that has been closed all night.

"Purification," said the senior pastor with a smile, "from the benevolent Ilmot." ”

The Archon of Dorling's residence was originally a square fortress-a tall tower surrounded by a narrow inner wall, which was expanded as Dorin grew richer—with the original fortress as the main body, a pair of wing-like wings stretched outward, between the wings was the outer court, the central square, where the priests of Ilmut asked for the sick to be sent when the Archon and his lieutenants died together and the plague spread to the point where it could not be easily contained.

Later, the plague became more rampant, and there were more dead than the living in the city, and the priests of Ilmot and Cranvo found that the only pure land in the city was the consul's residence that they had requisitioned, and they had no choice but to escort the poor people to the fortress, where the priests of Ilmot had concocted potions and their magic to resist the epidemic, but they did not know how long they could hold out - the priests also needed to rest, and the medicinal materials needed to make potions were almost exhausted.

"Look here," the senior pastor said quietly, to Leona, "all." The survivors who have not been infected by the epidemic are all here, a total of 367 people, of whom ...... There were only twenty-three young men, as you can see......"

Leona stopped, and they stood on the walls of the fortress, which were narrow enough to allow only two people to walk side by side—those who had lost their loved ones, and who did not know when they would die of disease, were temporarily settled in the inner courtyard surrounded by walls, and the priests found dozens of cowhide tents from the archon's armory, and they were more than willing to let the inhabitants of Dolin live in their rooms, but the purified and tidy rooms were only enough for a few pregnant women and the elderly and young children who were in poor health.

"Is there enough food and water?"

"We found uncontaminated flour and rye. There are also some cured meats," said the senior pastor, "and their bodies are fed, and what cannot be comforted is their hearts...... They are just mortals, and they are afraid of death. “

"That's why you let me into Dorling, isn't it?"

"They need support. The senior pastor said. "From someone who deserves their respect and trust. ”

"I'm just a princess," Leona said, "I can't inherit the throne, I don't have power or an army." ”

"Thrones, powers, and armies are not what they need. The senior pastor made a gentle push gesture: "What they need is your love and encouragement." ”

"I can't do anything but my scrolls and rune plates," Leona said, "and you can take everything you need from my dimensional bag." ”

"You can give more than that. ”

"They won't believe me. Leona muttered that they had made their way into the crowd. A little girl, who was only two or three years old, stumbled over and hit Leona's leg, who immediately leaned down and reached out to hold her little shoulder. She was as light as a cloud pulled by a silk of sugar—the little girl looked up curiously at the stranger, took her thumb in her mouth, and pulled it out wet.

"Who are you?" she asked, her tongue twisting cutely.

"I'm ...... I am. Leona took a deep breath, "I'm Leona Hyde. ”

The woman who was chasing the little girl ran over and heard the name - she was dressed in silk. On her chest hung a silver amulet with a tiny coat of arms indicating that she was a nobleman, and she looked at Leona in disbelief—Leona slowly straightened up, reached out and pulled down the hood of her short cloak, and braided her hair and coiled it up before leaving the royal capital—but even so, the abundant hair, which had been the envy of countless noble ladies, still shone most brightly in the midday sun,

The woman looked at Leona, who was only the daughter of a baron, and had never been to the Norman capital, nor had she ever had the opportunity to meet kings, dukes, and princesses, but her uncle was an earl, and his favorite thing to do was to recount the months he had spent in the capital again and again in front of relatives and friends, and every day, every place, every detail was repeated a thousand times, and there was one of the things that impressed her. The strange hair color peculiar to the members of the royal family, which her uncle described as solidified lava and said it was red gold, she couldn't imagine it.

Until she saw it.

There is also Hyde, a surname used only by the king and his direct blood relatives, which means "chief" in Norman.

She unconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly, slowly, knelt down.

&&&

Leona's Dimensional Bag relieves a lot of pressure from the team that is about to embark on a dangerous journey.

They left quietly, without alarming anyone who knew nothing about the operation - those who were still alive needed no more pressure and uncertain hope, and if all went well, they could have saved hundreds of innocent lives, and if not, the latter might have been able to get a peaceful and peaceful death - The priests of Ilmut had already prepared the potions they might need, the main ingredients were mandala and aconitum aconitum, and they had prepared a lot of honey and brown sugar to make the potions sweet and easy to eat, after all, there were so many children among them.

"What kind of devil do you think it could be inside, Mentor," a young priest asked curiously, "or is it a demon?"

"It's hard to say," said the older priest, "that the plague is a trick played by many devils, but demons sometimes come up with deadly potions at the behest of their summoners." ”

"What good can this plague bring?" muttered the priest, "is there anyone who can turn rotten bones into precious stones and gold?"

The plague will plunge people into despair and fear, and in order to have a chance of survival, humanity will fall faster than the plague will spread, and they will inevitably die, and after death their souls will not be accepted by any god, they will wander around on the plains of mourning, waiting to be collected by demons or demons, and the energy that comes out of their souls is food in the endless abyss. Currency and ornaments, and the empty body left behind after extracting soul energy and throwing it into the abyss can generate new bad demons, which is the origin of all demons.

The lich said in his heart, moving his fingers slowly in his sleeve, gently stroking his scroll belt, and the various potions,

The older pastor didn't go on, the child beside him was still young and not old enough to comprehend the harsh truth - and that their destination had arrived.

It was a seemingly ordinary dwelling, empty, and like other people's houses, there were black blood stains everywhere.

The priest of Ilmot described in detail what had happened before, that no one who had entered the mansion had been able to get out, and that the senior priest had tried to summon their spirits, but no trace of them could be found on the plain of mourning - in this case, at best, they were imprisoned or thrown to another plane, and at worst they were dead and had their souls drained - so they thought that there might be a devil in the mansion.

Of course, powerful warlocks and mages such as lichs can do it, but most priests agree that this is unlikely to be the work of the undead, who have a strong desire to perform, while the devil does not. (To be continued......)

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