The Lord of Dorling, a short, hunched-backed, middle-aged man with a sad face, bowed respectfully to Dylan Donclay as soon as he entered the room. It stands to reason that he was an earl, and the young Doncre was also an earl, so he didn't have to be so humble, but Dylan was the son of a princess, and if the new king didn't get a son, according to the Norman inheritance laws of the Highlands (if no one wanted to change them), the female princesses Diane and Leona would be excluded from the succession, then...... The beautiful young man standing in front of him might be able to put a crown of pure gold on his bright red hair.

And Dylan Donclay is still a spellcaster, and no one can afford to underestimate a spellcaster.

He might have wanted to say some pleasantries, some touching compliments, and reaffirm his loyalty to the new king, but Dylan was not interested in that, he had heard enough in the royal capital: "With all due respect," he said bluntly, "Your Excellency, we would love to hear your story, as long as it is not today. We have come by order of His Majesty, in order to catch the sinners who have slain kings and masters, day and night, without rest, so put them away, for I have felt your hospitality, and your manners and manners are impeccable, and now, Lord Sir, tell me, what is the state of your city of Doling?"

Hearing this, the man sighed involuntarily, unlike the great nobles who had fortresses and mansions, his territory was not barren nor rich, although there was no shortage of rich fields and prolific manors, but there was only one city like Dorling, even if it was only a small city, it could be said to be prosperous and lively, who knows how such an abrupt disaster could befall its head.

Fortunately, because of the triumph and the new king's accession to the throne, many keen merchants went to the royal capital in search of opportunities, and there were many fewer people who came and went. Otherwise, his entire realm would have been enveloped in the black robe of the god of death: "The gods are above," he raised his hands sadly, "and this is something I never thought of." ”

Sir heard the bad news on the way back, the Archon of Dorling was dead, but before he could die he ordered the blockade of Dorling, and it was the Church of Ilmot who sent the message - a priest of Ilmote happened to be stationed in Dorling, he was the first to notice the existence of the plague, and he immediately informed his senior priest, who immediately sent more white robes. Two of them, who had been sent to warn the lord of the Dorlings, who were in constant contact with the priests who had been sent to the Dorlings, and on the morning of the third day the deaths of the Spirits were a fifth of the population and were growing, and the priest of Ilmort informed the Lord of this unfortunate fact, and after hesitation, he was compelled to renounce the Spirits with great sorrow, and ordered his army and knights to patrol the road leading to the Spirits, and not to allow the Spirits to come out or others to enter the Spirits. Unless they are followers of Rosada, Ilmot, or Cranvo.

"So have the priests of Ilmot found a cure for this disease?" Dylan asked.

"To date, no. Sir said with a sad face.

"Are there any living beings in the Spirits?"

"Yes, but not much. Sir hesitated: "There is a ...... about this"

"Speak. Dylan said. Although his tone was already close to rebuke.

Sir winced at them, he had only heard a little anecdote about Dylan Donclay, his pedigree was already an open secret, needless to say. But the rumor that he ruled over the mages of the Norman royal family of the Highlands had been a rumor before, but now it was the most conclusive confirmation. His gaze narrowly swept over the black-robed and red-robed spellcasters, especially the latter. They were different from the black-robed mages, who had their wide red hoods pulled low enough to only make their chins and necks visible, but the red color that was like congealed blood would have terrified the hearts of all - they were not mages, but warlocks, evil people with inhuman, muddy blood, evil people with demons, devils, and even dragons.

Thinking of this, the master of Dorling was reassured that since Dylan Donclay had a warlock under his command, he should not have any resentment about the decision he had made—Sir felt that he had done the right thing, only a little cruelly, and to the stubborn knights and the benevolent ridiculous white robes...... "I, I, in fact, no one would come out of Dorling—whether he was healthy or not—who could have known that he was indeed healthy, except for the priests...... Everyone," he stumbled, "but I can swear that I have to do it...... I can't let the disease spread. ”

Dylan stared at the man, a face that could almost be described as beautiful in a less bright light, but as long as you could see his eyes, you could never mistake his gender—the silence in the room made Jazz's legs limp, his lower abdomen tense—he was on the verge of peeing, and he almost collapsed on the soft, thick woollen carpet when the young man, who was half his age, finally smiled at him.

"You're doing a great job, sir. Dylan said, "Yes, even the dead cannot leave Dorling." He turned his head, and a mage stepped out at his motion, "I remember we brought enough rune disks and scrolls," Dylan said, "Dorling isn't a big city, can you use them to block any teleportation spells?"

"We'll do our best. The mage said.

Dylan nodded, knowing that in the caster's language, the answer was infinitely closer to "yes". "We will help you further," he continued to Sir "and nothing purifies the plague like fire." ”

"I ...... I don't really understand ......."

"I don't think there's anything incomprehensible about that," said Dylan tolerantly, "and everything in Dorzy will be burned." ”

Sizz's eyes widened, he hadn't expected this, his intention was to wait, wait for this terrible plague to kill everyone in the Spirits, rather than let them wander around with deadly invisible demons, and by that time the priests of Ilmut or Rosada would always come up with a way to get rid of it, as he had passed before. He's got it all figured out. In a few months, the snow and ice will cover the whole city, the plague will be frozen, the slaves can enter the Dorin, clean every corner of the city, and when spring comes, the warm sun will melt the snow and ice, and the filthy things will flow away with the snow, and he will have a new, clean new city.

He's got it all figured out. He will suffer some losses, such as the whole city may take years to recover, but the rich merchants and knights in the city, or the ordinary craftsmen and craftsmen, they and their heirs are dead, and the property they leave behind will not die, according to the Norman law of the Highlands, the copper, silver, and gold coins, the fields, the manors, and the mansions. Who else but the owner of the Dolings? There may be one or two distant relatives who want a piece of this vast wealth, but they first have to find out how much their relatives have left behind, and pay a high inheritance tax.

But if Doling is burned, he will get nothing. He would lose a city completely, completely—he would not be able to rebuild Dorling, and even if he took out all his gold coins, it would not be enough for a wall. There is no city of wealth. His situation will plummet.

The master of Doling stood there, looking so stiff and dazed, he couldn't understand why the situation had come to this point. As he frantically searched his stomach for words to beg Dylan Donclay to change his mind, there was a knock on the closed door.

Standing outside the door was the chief of the soldiers who guarded Doling, who bowed to his master, "I beg your pardon," he said, "but I have met an important matter, my lord, and I think you should know it at once." ”

Poor Sir bit his lip to keep himself from roaring, "Then say!"

"A nobleman, like a nobleman, brought down our soldiers...... His horse is fast and rude......"

"Be brief!"

"He's gone to Doling!"

"Then go!" cried Sir uncontrollably, "if he chooses to die wherever he wants, let him die!

The leader of the soldiers was startled, and he muttered, as if he wanted to apologize, as if he wanted to run away.

"Let him finish," said Dylan, "he won't bother us if there is nothing out of the ordinary." ”

Sir shuddered timidly, remembering that the people around him were not his wives or slaves, not "things" that he could treat as nothing, "then say it......" He waved his hand in frustration, "Say it." ”

The leader of the soldiers bowed gratefully to Dylan, "Thank you, my lord," and he bowed again to Sizz, after all, this was his true master: "I couldn't stop the man," he said, "but I saw his hair—red," and as he said this, he boldly focused his gaze on Dylan's long hair, "as red as you, shining brightly." ”

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"Please give him a quiet room," said Kerryben, "he is a mage." ”

The priest of Ilmot nodded knowingly, "Of course," he said to Cremar, "but what about you?" he asked Kerryben, who knew that anyone with the slightest adventure would know that if a mage in a team didn't get a chance to rest, then no one else would, and no one would be foolish enough to let a mage who hadn't been given a chance to rest and memorize spells take on the guard.

"Another friend of mine needs to be taken care of. "You can add a little bed next to his bed and I can sleep there." ”

"He's a patient. The priest of Ilmot disagreed, saying, "No one knows if it will invade the body of the elf - my companion will take care of him." He paused, "And we need you to rest too—Keriben, the Ranger of the Silver-Crowned Forest, whose name we have heard from time to time, is a great and mighty warrior. So, there's a good chance we'll need your help next. ”

"Our help?" the thief asked.

"There is a plague," said the priest of Ilmot, "and we have thought of many ways to find the source of the plague, and fortunately it does not come from the outside world, but from the depths of the Spirits—a seemingly ordinary mansion, but as soon as you approach it, you can smell the evil breath—and they are so strong that they summon countless demons...... We suspect there may be a demon or devil in there, and I've already had three brothers down there, as well as the Followers of Fair Cranvo, who have lost four brothers there - but we've also found something about the plague, some books, and some potions. ”

"What about finding the source?" asked Gülen, "Shall we take the devil by the neck and force him to hand over the potion of the disease?"

"Of course not," the thief's words were a little rude, but the priest of Ilmot explained disapprovingly, "We have tried, and healing potions and healing techniques are useful, but the problem is that if we can't completely dispel the evil aura in the patient's body at once, then it will multiply very quickly- One of us, as well as the venerable senior pastor of Cranvo, has seen a similar situation, almost all of them are manipulated by a devil or demon, and by killing or expelling that vicious creature, the sick person will gradually get better with our help, not ...... So fast to the mourning wasteland. ”

"That is," Gülen muttered miserably, "after dealing with a half-dragon and half-devil, we are going to deal with a real demon again." He shook his head in disbelief, "This is not the work of a new adventure squad, the Endless Abyss is underneath, and we should take it one step at a time - starting with goblins, to goblins, to orcs...... Blah blah blah, the devil and the dragon should be put on the back burner!"

The black-haired spellcaster glanced at him, and the spirit of the other world felt that if the thief came to his plane, he would be an online game maniac, and maybe even redden the entire virtual world with a backstab.

By this time, Kerry had already backed down, and he was indeed on the verge of exhaustion.

"At noon," said the priest of Ilmot, "we will invite you to dinner." (To be continued......)

PS: Author's note: I have asked the editor about the materialization of "The Reign of the Dead", and there is basically no problem. In this way, I will open a new book review, and I need an adult to leave a message below - because this is unnumbered, it can only be used as a sauvenir, so it can only be said that it is printed on behalf of the company, and the cost is charged, and I will take a screenshot of all the expenses and send them to everyone for review.

Since the decision was made to materialize, proofreading is a must, and this may take a while, and I'll see if I can add a few extras. Because the Sage is also continuing to change every day, it will be slower, please give me two months, and strive to be able to deliver it to all adults before the Spring Festival.

Sign up first, I'll count the number, and I can mention what kind of extra I want to see, and then I'll go to the printing shop owner on Taobao to see how much it costs in the end, try to limit it to less than 100 yuan, and then express delivery.

In addition, it's basically a simple package, anyway, we want to read the book, not the packaging, so that we can also save a little cost.

Well, that's all.

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