The gentle morning light gradually became blazing and dazzling, and the gradually hot air added a disgusting smell and stench, and Mei Mi tightened her robe, and looked out of the shadows cast by the house towards the city gate.

For Memi, Dorin is a strange city, but she has walked through many of these small cities, and their plans can be said to be similar- In the center of the city must be the central square and the official residence of the consuls, and around them are the sanctuaries of the gods (with certain exceptions for orientation and location), and on the outer sides of them are the dwellings of the people of the city, and generally speaking, the closer to the center, the more prominent and wealthy the inhabitants become, the craftsmen and servants can only live near the edge of the city walls, the peasants are confined to the estates outside the city, and the slaves are left to find shelter in the wilderness.

The ominous mansion faced a wide street, and when she stood on the street and looked ahead, she could see a fortress-like structure guarded by low walls—black flags fluttering from the tall minarets, indicating that the city was being plagued by a plague so that people could get away from it as quickly as possible—she saw it clearly, so she didn't hesitate to run in the opposite direction after escaping from Berdwin and the strange Reverend Cranvo.

Mame didn't know if the priests of the god of death with the beak mask would chase after her, all she could do was use the last of her strength, although it didn't have much left. She had been with Berdwin last night, and he needed to indulge himself to the fullest, and as a priest of Flo, Mammie was best at that, and when Kerry Ben's Ji Zhen slapped him awake him, they had only slept for a short time—which, as everyone knows, was more unbearable than not falling asleep at all—and Mammie wished only that their new residence would have a large, soft bed.

Her wish came true, and in a way that couldn't have been worse, they could have been given hundreds of large, soft beds, if they weren't cared for if they were covered in blood and stains carrying the plague.

Almost without thinking, Mei Mi chose to flee. She was Flo's priest, not Ilmot or Cranvo's, and Tyre had nothing to do with Rosada and her, she valued her life more than anything - though her heart throbbed when she thought of him, and she didn't even dare to look at Baldwin's look when she fled, would he be disappointed, or sad, or would he understand why she was doing this, she was just frightened by the proximity of death, and she begged Flo. Pray that she will help her to keep holding on to the man's heart, so that he will not forget or give up on her.

But he could die here, another voice said to Memmy, who knew where it came from, it was her soul, the soul of Reverend Flo, cold and realistic.

Then let him die here, Memi said to herself, don't let me see him. If only all he had left was hatred and indifference to me.

She ran wildly, panting, her heart aching like someone was twisting and twisting, and her throat was filled with the sweet smell of blood. And her feet were like someone had cast a petrification spell.

No one was tracking her, not Birdwin, Glenn, the priests of Cranvo, and the elves and mages. They were left behind by Plum Honey, and if she was at first a little confused about it, when she saw the city gates, which were blocked by rubble and wood. She understood everything.

The endless abyss is below!

Therefore, they would not chase after her, because there was no need, and it would be impossible for Memy to push through the heavy blockages and open the gates and walk out—nor could she climb or fly over the walls, which were only half the height of the Norman capital, but this was not an obstacle that Memy could leap over by her own strength and the favor of the goddess.

Angry and desperate, she saw a projection with a long, curved mouth turn around a corner as Flo's priest stumbled open a wooden door right next to her. Thanks to the priests of Kranvo, because the door is almost always open as they want to reconcile the relationship between the dead and the living. A shelter for Plum was a small two-story building, inhabited by several families, and like the rest of the place, there was filthy black blood everywhere, not even covered by grass and ashes, and white worms had grown in several places mixed with internal debris - Priest Flo covered his mouth and searched for the kitchen— These families may have been craftsmen, and they did not cook soup or bake bread in their own workshops, but Mei Mi found only some water in a sealed clay pot, which she hesitated for a long time, because she did not know if the water had been contaminated by the plague.

"Drink. A voice said, and at first she thought it was coming from her, but she soon realized that it was a man speaking, and although it sounded sweet and gentle, she could still distinguish the voice of a man talking to a woman.

"Drink. The voice repeated: "It is the water that the goldsmiths use to polish the stones, cleaner than the water they themselves drink—and no one will drink it, for it has almost no impurities, so that a clay pot costs nearly a silver coin—and the man here did not let him touch the jar even if his own son was dying, let alone anyone else." ”

Mei Mi found the owner of the voice, and she almost threw away the clay pot in her hand in surprise. For it was none other than a black, fluffy hamster sitting upright at the humble wooden table and talking to her.

"Is that so surprising?" said the hamster, "no, you're a priest, uh, even if it's just a priest of Flo, but you've probably heard of the existence of little monsters, we're smart, and human language isn't so difficult to grasp - saliva, dear, you look like you need it." ”

Mei Mi subconsciously did as she was told, and she didn't realize what she had done until the water went down her throat, and she instinctively closed her mouth, but she coughed in embarrassment because it was too fast, and the water entered her trachea, but as the hamster or the little demon had said, the water in the clay pot did not seem to have been preserved for a long time, it was so clear and sweet, and so cool that it would at once extinguish the flame that was burning in the heart of Mei Mi.

"I ...... I've heard of it, "but haven't seen it:" and. Bards often say that the little monsters are more human-like, with limbs and fingers. ”

"Do you think they've seen all the little monsters?" said the hamster, the little devil, and, of course, the most correct answer, the little devil Asmodeos, "the little devils were of all kinds, some like people, some like hamsters, some like fish and some like birds, and they only saw one of them." But he was arrogant and ignorant. ”

"Sit down," it continued in a sweet voice, "Sit down, darling, and you should rest well—and then we'll talk again—you'll probably have something to eat." A piece of cheese from nowhere fell into Plum Mi's silk robe, and she scrambled to catch it, putting it in her mouth and taking a bite.

"You're such a little goblin?"

"Of course," said Asmodeos, with a grimace, "will it still be a little devil? The little devil will only drink your blood and eat your flesh, but will not give you anything to eat or drink." Only a little goblin would do that. ”

Plum Mi relaxed a little, she held the clay pot and cheese, found a clean corner, and made it, her shoes ran off. His feet were covered in dust and covered with tiny wounds, but it was precisely because of the dust that those wounds did not bleed much.

"I've heard—" she smiled reluctantly, "little goblin." Really?"

"That's right," Asmodeos flicked his tail, and his wings. Memi's eyes became more confused, and it was obvious that she was trying to remember the messages she had received from her companions and lovers—but the little devil was not at all worried that she would detect anything.

If it were the stinking elven ranger, or the lich, or the Baldwin, the little devil would never tell such a ridiculous lie—the little devil and the little devil sound very similar, but the difference between them is as big as a plane- The little devils are the result of nature, they are small, not intelligent, some are gentle and some are violent, and they like to make innocuous jokes, but as Asmodeus said, they are also willing to lend a helping hand to those in need, and they are completely different creatures from the evil, vile and cruel little devils who have been transformed from bad demons.

But Memmy was just a stupid, selfish, and shallow Reverend Flo, so Asmodeeus could have said whatever he wanted, and if it weren't for the fact that his fur was too dark, and his wings were fleshy wings, and he didn't bother to hide it, he might have been able to claim that he was a light elemental creature that didn't exist.

"Were you adopted by the owner?" said Meemy, looking around, the owner of the place may not have left of his own free will, but the little workshop had obviously been carefully tied, and the clay pot had been covered with a piece of rough linen.

"Not really," Asmodeos shrugged, though its size meant that the action would not be seen by Memi, "I am friends with the master here," it said in an accentuated tone, "equal friends," it sighed contrivedly, "poor old fellow, he would have lived for years." It paused, "Yes, may I ask?, dear lady, you don't seem to be a Spirit—you are so beautiful, if I had seen you, you would never forget—but I have lived in Spirits for decades, and I have not remembered you in the slightest. ”

"I am ......," said Memi, "I have come with my companion." ”

"Oh," said Asmodeos, "it seems that they didn't take good care of you—you don't look good—are they infected with the disease?"

"No...... They just had a little bit of a disagreement with me. ”

"That's not a reason. The little devil said.

"I want to get out of here. "But they don't want to." ”

"It's strange," said the little devil, "that all the people want to get out of here, and they should get out of here, and they can't stay here and die." If it weren't for the fact that I wouldn't be harmed by the plague, I would have gone. ”

Memmy glanced at it gratefully, she needed someone to say she had done nothing wrong: "But I failed," she said, "and they sealed the gates." ”

"I see," said the little devil, "that human beings sometimes think strangely. So, what are you going to do now? There's not much food in the city, and a large part of it has been taken away by the white robes, and that piece of cheese is the only food I have left. ”

Plum looked down, and the piece of cheese that was no bigger than her finger was left, and she was holding it tightly, and it was already deformed.

"Why didn't you go to them?" asked the little devil.

“...... When I left," said Memi, "I didn't do it very well...... Well, mildly ......"

"But you are a woman," said the little devil sincerely, "and so beautiful...... They should forgive you. ”

Mei Mi smiled, "Perhaps." The little devil's words did lift her up, yes, Baldwin, she at least had Baldwin.

&&&

Baldwin lay on the bed, a fairly comfortable bed, and the priests of Ilmut had moved from the ownerless house, where every sick person could die at any moment, and when they could not find a cure for the plague, they could only give these unfortunate people a little comfort like that.

He hadn't imagined that the plague would be so terrible, he had been wounded, and thought that pain was just a commonplace meal for him, but he was wrong, it wasn't the pain of a sword, it wasn't the pain of a soldering iron, it wasn't the pain of a noose or a poison that would make you leave this world. This pain is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, it is everywhere, it seems to come from the bones, it seems to come from the flesh and blood, or rather, it comes from the soul, it is always there, it does not leave a respite—he passes out in pain, and then wakes up because of the pain.

What pained him the most was that he knew what he was going to become—he saw the incurable people, melted from their bodies, blood mixed with shards of internal organs flowing out of every hole, like rotting flesh in a skin sac, and he could almost hear the swaying of the priests of Cranvo as they moved them. (To be continued......)

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