After flipping back and forth on the bed a few times, Draenor lifted the quilt in distress and sat down on the edge of the bed as if he had just experienced a marathon.

He had slept badly that morning, and his mind still resounded with the question he had when he returned to Jett in the early hours of the morning, except for the question "Where did you go?" In addition to this kind of question, he and the captain blamed her for leaving all the tedious work to her without any guilt.

But fortunately, after hearing about Miliusha, she did not burst into a rage as she expected, but showed a worried expression, indicating why she didn't notify herself in the first place after receiving such a dangerous mission.

It can be seen that she is indeed a little too "decent", which is very much in line with her status as an overseer, but it does not conflict with her desire to become a knight. In any case, Jett is also a good neighbor and colleague of her after all, and it is best not to hide it from her when she receives a task in the future.

Picking up the tea that Jeanne had prepared for herself, the temperature of the boiled tea was just right after dozens of minutes, which at least relieved the fatigue of a night's work.

After two sips, Draenor decided to get up and open the window to let in the air, he needed fresh air to activate his brain cells. Pulling back the light brown curtains, he shielded his hands from the incoming sunlight, gently pushed open the window, and leaned against the table.

Miliusha's story is completely over, but the plague doctor still exists somewhere in Kerdon, and the child Zheng is only the most typical representative of countless victims, in addition to many innocent residents like him who have a very low standard of living have also experienced the "treatment" of the plague doctor.

After these works, he basically figured out the economic situation of Narcissus Street and Lily of the Valley Road, the former is a slum in the real sense, many people have lost their financial resources, and it is already very luxurious to be able to maintain a basic life, in case of illness, it basically means the end of life; And the latter is not much better, in a sense, they have a stable income, but most of it is spent on buying new clothes and cosmetics, plus Huanjie is already a high-risk area, it is difficult for anyone to be rich enough to pay for a doctor.

All in all, the epidemic doctor must have discovered this before choosing to lure the inhabitants of these two neighborhoods and use the so-called treatment as an excuse to conduct evil experiments on them." If there are any symptoms similar to "bestiality" that occur later, the patient must also live in that area.

After thinking for a while, Draenor decided to write down these clues, he put the documents he had been carrying with him on the table, wrote "Lily of the Valley Road" and "Narcissus Street" below, and listed the house numbers that he remembered the most, and connected them with the image of the plague doctor with a tree diagram.

It's too complicated to survey each household, but waiting for new cases to emerge is a waste of time. The only way to get to the root of it all is to find a way to find the whereabouts of the plague doctor.

"That's ridiculous......" he couldn't help but sneer, thinking about the problem like this is tantamount to walking through a maze with your eyes closed, no matter how many times you turn around, you will still return to the familiar starting point.

Knock knock knock......

Before he could reply, the person who knocked on the door had already pushed the door and walked in, she scratched the back of her head, her long wavy hair rose in the air again and again, and she leaned over to him with a broom.

"Vicky, I'm working on work and need some personal space." He patiently addressed the other party, and subconsciously put the documents in the drawer.

"No problem, I happen to be busy with my own work, cleaning the room!" Vikily glanced curiously behind him, raised her eyebrows and stared at him suspiciously, then turned her head and carefully waved her broom to clean the dust from the floor.

Well, it won't take long to clean the room when you don't have a clue...... Draenor leaned back at the table and reached for a touch on the back of his chair, it really needed to be cleaned......

Vicky skilfully and quickly swept the surface, then slapped the broom lever a few times on the coat hanging from the hanger. Just as she was about to remove the holster and dagger from her sword, she noticed that there seemed to be a black shard of leather stuck to the scabbard, and without much thought, she took it in front of her and sniffed it.

"What is this...... Belch! How can it smell like herbs! ”

After a moment of reflection, Draenor excitedly reached out and snatched the piece of leather. The mask of the plague doctor? When did it stay!

As if he had spotted a valuable clue, he quickly slipped the fragment into his pocket, ignoring Vekily's quizzful gaze as he hurriedly put on his trench coat and headed for the living room.

"Mr. Delanor? Lunch is ready soon, where are you going? Jeanne asked, poking her head out of the kitchen and looking at his figure as she strode through the living room.

"There's a legacy to deal with, lunch may have to be delayed for a while, leave my share to Vicky, she needs a reward."

With that, Draenor kicked his boots and pushed the door open to the downstairs, ran to the side of the street, waved a carriage to stop, and threw a gold coin at the coachman.

"Go to 40 Mikhail Street!"

He shouted to the coachman, closed the door and sat down on the bench. He knew that the debris hidden in his coat pocket was the only thing that could be found in the Plague Doctor's whereabouts, so that even if the guy was hiding underground, he could lock down his location. Now, all he had to do was visit the "expert" who was best at this - Caesar!

[Fifteen minutes later, Mikhail Street]

It was lunchtime, and the door to the "Lasmod Forgiveness Palace" was rightfully empty, and Draenor had stepped up the three steps, the door locked, hoping that the "god's doppelganger" would remain at home

Knock knock knock......

"Caesar, it's me, I have something to ask you." Changing the knightly tone of the first meeting, Draenor addressed the other party in a polite tone as usual guests.

It wasn't long before the door was pulled open inward, and the sunlight that leaked through the crack fell on Caesar's cloudy eyes, and he seemed to observe the guest at the door, and pointed inward.

"Sit down...... This was a bit of a surprise to me, I thought everyone was going to have fun on Sundays, which is not often the case. Caesar wiped the viscous liquid from his beard and seemed to have had lunch not long ago. He sat down gently on the edge of the blanket and pushed aside the wooden bowl with a little rice porridge left.

"How's that kid's doing?" Caesar remembers for a moment and asks the other man, this time instead of performing the "magic trick" as he did when they first met, he struck a match and lit a candle in the corner of the carpet.

"It's going well, he's still recuperating in the hospital, and Maruna has seen him." Draenor didn't care if Caesar was impressed by the name, but simply retold the truth succinctly and bluntly.

"Hmm...... Then your visit to the Humble House must be because of the epidemic doctor, right? Caesar blinked, forgiving Rano for his thoughts.

"That's right," Draenor nodded, pulling the piece out of his pocket, and pushing it against the carpet in front of Caesar, "We met last night, and it's kind of ridiculous, he seems to have a special divinity, he can manipulate the shadows, make a door in the darkness, and disappear like that...... He must be looking for a new victim, and only you can find his whereabouts before that happens. ”

Caesar's expression suddenly became a little serious, and he rubbed his beard and touched the fragment of the plague doctor's mask for a moment.

"Not enough, the Rite of Foreknowledge needs one of the most important ingredients."

But...... This is already the only material! Draenor was a little flustered, he hadn't used any superfluous materials during his last visit, could he just wait for a new patient to appear to find other clues?

Without a hint of hesitation, Caesar spread his pale hand aside and slowly spat out a few words to Draenor:

"No matter what the ceremony, there must always be a sacrifice...... I don't want much, like last time, fifty deli.