Bechmont is back in the depths of the island.

Kurofeather awoke from his slumber, and he covered his forehead... It doesn't feel good to be killed twice in a row in a dream world.

The first thing he woke up from his dream was to check the crystal ball beside him, which was made of unknown material, with a dull gray orb in the center of it.

But the dull gray sphere was so small that it was about the size of a fingernail.

Black Feather looked at the gray orb in the crystal ball, and a large amount of cold sweat overflowed on his forehead.

"You didn't bring me enough nourishment."

A dull voice echoed behind Black Feather, and he immediately turned around to see a pitch-black figure, his height was at least two and a half meters tall, but his limbs were abnormally thin.

The figure wore a spiky beak mask like a bird's on its face, and Black Feather could only see that it was pitch black behind the mask's eye lenses.

"Letter... Courier, I have met a group of obstructionists who can use magic in their dreams. ”

An emotion called fear took over his heart at this moment, and he even knelt directly on the ground to intercede with the being called the messenger.

"But you've failed, do you know what happens to losers?"

The messenger's voice didn't show any emotion, but Black Feather could feel a piercing killing intent enveloping his body.

A finger touched Kurofeather's cheek, and Kurofa could only feel the pain of something corroding on his cheek... Fear made his body tremble.

"That's it." The messenger's voice whispered in his ears, and the fear in Kurofeather's body began to fade away, and his consciousness became a little dazed.

The instinct of fear reminded him to flee from here, and after a few seconds, fear was no longer present in his consciousness.

Kuroba's expression gradually calmed down, but it was more like a puppet than calm.

"Your fear tastes too light, but I still like the hatred you used to have for me."

The Courier evaluates the emotions in Black Feather like a gourmet, and the fear in the dark elf has become food for the Courier.

It's just that this portion of food is not very delicious, and the amount is a little too small.

"Keep up your work, if you don't want to be 'wood'."

The messenger left this sentence and turned into gray mist and disappeared in front of Black Feather.

His figure will soon be on the other side of the world, in the city of Fragrance in the Land of Steel... The Courier appears on a tower at the edge of the city.

An old man in a gray robe in this tower has been waiting for a long time.

"Rumors of the plague have spread." Father Gainko stared at the presence emerging from the magic circle, "The city has also established a quarantine zone. ”

"Too little, too few seeds are planted, and the crops are far from ripe, my scarecrow..."

The messenger came to the edge of the tower and looked at the city, it was late at night, but the city could still be seen to be divided into two parts.

Part of it is a quarantine area crammed into the corner of the city, surrounded by high walls, and part of it is... Elsewhere in the city.

The city was horribly quiet at night in a city known for its spice production, and that was because the lord of the city had begun martial law at night during this time.

"I can't even smell the scent of hatred in this city."

The messenger sniffed deeply, it certainly didn't need to breathe, it didn't smell what he wanted.

"The people of the Iron Nation are too restrained, and I need time." Fr. Gainko said with some dissatisfaction: "The riots in the land of the sea still can't satisfy you?" ”

Before Father Gainko could finish his sentence, the messenger grabbed him by the neck with his hand and slammed him against the wall on the other side.

"This feeling of hunger can never be satisfied, scarecrow! I need more hatred, and the land of the sea has more to offer. ”

The Messenger did not look at Father Gainko, his eyes were fixed on the city at night.

In his eyes, the city was a farmland, and he sowed the seeds of hatred in the city, and now the hatred has begun to ferment and begin to grow slowly.

But neither the scale of the farmland nor the rate at which the crops are growing is satisfactory to him.

"Like the land of the sea, arouse the collective consciousness of these human beings, I love this densely populated city, the more human there are, the more blind they become."

Father Gainko was choked by the courier by the neck, and his body was lifted directly into the air, his breathing was a little difficult, but he did not have any desire to fight for the courier's restraint.

The Courier is the second class of the Inquisition, and under each Courier there are countless followers, and the Courier he belongs to is called Fear, and this Courier... The believers called him hateful.

The stitches are the hated believer.

"I can't count on you anymore, Scarecrow." As if thinking of something, the messenger let go of the neck that was holding Father Gainko, and his ten fingers, which were slender enough to reach nearly a meter, clasped together.

"Jealousy, disgust, greed are all fertilizers we can use, my friends don't have much patience, 'anger' it won't last long in the frosty plains, and what's worse is that this time I have encountered a tricky enemy in the world of consciousness, so I need more nourishment."

Father Gainko looked at the slender figure coldly, and he once again turned into gray mist and disappeared in front of Father Gainko.

In just two hours, Father Gainko saw a fire burning in a corner of the city, and if he remembered correctly, where was a chamber of commerce... A chamber of commerce opened by the people of the Land of Frost.

………………

A group of city guards dressed in impermeable armor broke into the Karshilov Chamber of Commerce, and they directly found the daughter of the head of the Chamber of Commerce by violent means.

"You can't do that!" The head of the Chamber of Commerce looked at everything that was happening in the hall, and even angrily took out his staff and prepared to attack this group of guys.

"Your daughter is indeed infected with the plague, and her stay here according to the plague control law will only cause worse consequences!"

The city guards who came casually saw the person in charge who took out the staff, and also drew the sword they carried with them and prepared for battle.

"How is that possible! Who gives you the power! ”

"Gray gas appears when the skin ulcerates and breathes, which is a symptom of a plague infection... Mr. Karshilov, this is an order from the city lord himself.? ”

The captain of the city guard took a search warrant and threw it to the head of the Chamber of Commerce.

"City Lord? I want to see Sir Horrick! The head of the Chamber of Commerce shouted loudly at the group of city guards.

"I'm sorry, because you touched your daughter without any protection, and you and everyone else in the building had to be checked." The City Guard rejected the principal's offer.

It was too late for him to use magic to resist the atrocities of the City Guards, and someone had already crept up behind him and knocked him unconscious.

"The disease is already contagious..."

The guards who knocked the person in charge unconscious had already seen that the person in charge had festering marks on his neck.

"Burn down here... Leave nothing behind! ”