Inside the tent.

"Ahem, ahem......" The boatsmith was lying on the straw, his face flushed, his breath was weak, his skin was swollen, and he could see everything in a blur.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, for you...... Sorry for the trouble. "The shipwright has a weak voice.

"Rest well, don't think too much, with me, I won't give up on anyone. "Needle Gold tried to comfort the shipwright.

Then, he and Zidi and the others slowly left the tent.

"How?" asked Kuromaki at once, "the shipwright can't afford to be missed, what is wrong with him?"

Zidi shook her head and sighed: "How many times have I told you, I am just a pharmacist, a pharmacist specializing in the field of perfume, not a doctor." ”

"I couldn't find the cause of the illness. ”

"It's not poisoning, it's not some magic erosion, it's just sickness. ”

"If it's a normal case, I'm still a little sure. But this disease is probably related to the environment here, and I don't know what to do. ”

Mango said in a low voice: "It's not just the shipwright who has this disease, but a few other people. I suspect it's a contagious disease. ”

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

"Infectious disease ......" needle gold looked solemn and sighed secretly.

It had been more than ten days since he entered the jungle, and he was once again in trouble.

And this time, the predicament is no longer a ferocious monster, nor a shortage of food and water, but a disease attack.

"These sick people, although the symptoms vary from mild to severe, are all similar. Do you want to give up these people?" asked Sandao about the needle.

"Give up?" Kuromaki shook his head, "How can we build a ship without a shipwright?"

Mango sighed: "We can't let the disease spread to more people, when necessary, we can only ......"

He didn't say the whole thing, but everyone was in awe.

Mango is full of military style, cold and efficient.

Needle Jin shook his head: "Don't give up on anyone easily. Let's look at the next development, shipwrights are important, but other people also have the right to live, they are all our companions!"

"The Templars, sometimes too merciful or indecisive, can summon even greater losses. Mane Ge stared into the gold's eyes, as resolute as ever.

Without hesitation, Needle Gold and the orc looked up at each other: "Of course I understand this truth, but now the situation has just happened, and it is far from the moment to make a cruel decision, right?"

Mango didn't retort, and he turned to leave.

The two parted a little unhappily, which made the atmosphere of the team even more dignified.

Over the next few days, the disease spread through the ranks, and more people were found with the same condition.

"I have too few tools in my hands. Zidi complained to the needle, "I can't use magic, and the techniques and techniques of dispensing potions are very loud. Now I can only concoct some simple herbs to make them feel a little less painful. ”

Zidi can't help it.

Mango found the needle gold again, repeating his previous advice, all the while still taking the beard with him.

Cangsu himself is also a very rational person, and this time he is on Mango's side, and he tells Needle Jin: There is a plague in many places, and there are not enough doctors and priests, so the local nobles will lead the knights to kill the sick and burn them to curb the spread of the disease. If the plague is contained, nobles and knights who slaughter civilians and sick will be rewarded by the upper echelons of the empire and the major temples.

"It's not time yet. Needle Jin once again rejected the proposal of the two, "There are no people who have died of illness yet, and you haven't found it? Perhaps this is due to sudden changes in temperature, psychological stress and exhaustion. ”

The needle shortened the distance of the procession, and every day before evening, they set up camp to rest.

He gathered people who were sick together and isolated them from others as much as possible.

He visits these patients every day.

"My lord, please don't give up on us......"

"I still want to live, sir, am I going to die?"

"Lord Needlegold, you are worthy of a Templar. If I die, can you please pass these coins to my wife and children?"

Needle Gold could only use words to try to reassure these people.

"Don't panic. ”

"It's all a little bit of a problem, you have to believe in yourself. ”

"Believe me, I'm not just a Templar, I'm a knight of God. ”

"You must understand that the Emperor of Shengming may be watching here!"

The habit of the night watch is still maintained by the needle.

Every late night, he does his best to exterminate the nearby herds, and it is good to add a touch of safety to the team.

However, the patients grew weaker and weaker, and Needle Kim felt weak again.

"The Heart Core has no effect on gold-level life. ”

"No matter how much I can mutate, I can't heal others. ”

"What the hell am I going to do?"

"Am I doing the right thing?"

The patients longed to see the needle gold every day, and although they also knew that the needle gold could not cure them, and the favor of the gods in the mouth of the needle gold could not be of favor to them, but every time they saw the needle, their hearts were settled—this proved that the needle gold did not give up on them.

The attitudes of Mane, Beard, Black Roll and others became stronger and stronger, and there were more and more people on their side.

There is a view that "needle gold is young and too benevolent", which is privately recognized by more people.

This situation intensified, and Needle Gold began to worry that Mango would secretly act on his own, just as he had privately ordered more Half-Elves to act as scouts and expand the scope of the investigation.

Zidi still supports needle gold, as always. From the awakening of needle gold to the present, Zidi has this attitude all the way. Only this time, she persuaded the needle gold in a tactful tone: try not to visit these patients, in case you get sick, it will be bad.

Cyanobacteria was particularly supportive of Zidi's admonitions, and he repeatedly asked for help from the needle, willing to replace the needle gold himself and visit the sick.

But how can this be?

Needle Gold knows the fears of these patients.

Spirulina is no substitute for needle gold.

The team is not large, but the hearts of the people are different, and the pressure from all sides is transmitted to the heart of the needle.

This, of course, includes Needlegold's suspicion of himself - perhaps, Mango and the others are wise. Is it right or wrong for me to make such a decision, and will it drag the whole team into the abyss from which it will never recover?

There is no way to judge this question.

Because he was not a prophet and did not have a wealth of life experience.

People judge right and wrong, and often work backwards according to the outcome of the matter. But once things come to an end, it's too late.

Needle Gold feels lonely, and that's what it's like to be a leader.

Behind the scenery, there is naturally hardship.

The days get longer, especially when I hear the constant coughing sounds coming from the quarantine area, which makes it even more unbearable.

Needle gold still withstood the pressure from all sides.

After more than a week, things are starting to improve.

The patients' condition began to lessen, and their bodies were slowly recovering.

Another week passed.

The majority of patients have recovered significantly, which proves that the needle strategy is effective.

Mane, Cang Xu and the others no longer expressed their previous suggestions, and the team members no longer discussed in private the words "The Golden Knight is too benevolent", but praised him for his wisdom, worthy of being a godly knight!

When the procession crossed the jungle and came to the beach, and saw the empty sea, the people couldn't help but cheer.

At this time, the shipwright's physical condition also improved a lot. At his strong request, he was helped to the beach, looked at the undulating sea, and shed tears in silence.

Needle gold is tormenting, especially for patients such as shipwrights, whose hearts have been filled with the fear of death during this time.

At this time, the team has not yet reached its destination.

Needle Gold and the others still need to go north along the beach to find the first camp and join the rest of the survivors.

"There is only one last mile left, and we will be able to join them!" said Needle Gold encouraged the crowd.

The eyes of the people looking at the young knight are still adoring and respectful, but compared to before, there seem to be some new changes.

The trip suddenly became easier.

Because people don't need to cut down vines, cut out the way, don't need to tow wooden carts, and don't need to move supplies frequently.

Compared to the rainforest, although there are reefs, the beach is too wide and the overall terrain is very gentle.

As a result, the morale of the team has steadily improved.

One day, Bai Ya excitedly ran back to the big army.

As a scout, he carried a small wooden barrel in his arms.

"Hey, look what I picked up on the beach?" Bai Ya's voice quickly attracted a large crowd.

"This must be cargo from the Pig's Kiss. ”

"Guess what's going to happen?"

"Turn it on, I can't wait!"

The crowd opened the cask and found more than a dozen bottles of rum inside.

So, the team once again burst into cheers.

After receiving the news, Needle Jin smiled and announced that a bonfire dinner would be held that night.

The dinner was shabby, food and water were limited, and people sat around a few campfires, but they were very excited.

Needle Gold specially assigned Bai Ya to pour the wine.

Most of the rum was stockpiled as supplies, and only a few bottles were taken out for use.

When Bai Ya walked in front of a team member, the team member immediately held a shell in his hand and stared at the wine bottle in Bai Ya's hand.

The rum quickly fills with shallow shells.

But the team members are still not satisfied: "Pour more, pour more!"

"Get out! Now it's Lao Tzu's turn. The team member next to him urged loudly.

In the end, everyone was given only a pitiful sip of rum, but every face in the light of the fire was filled with happy smiles.

Sometimes, happiness is as simple as that.

At the edge of the line, Needlegold sat on a rock, his eyes glancing.

He saw many people in ragged clothes and unshaven beards, like savages, he saw Bai Ya's serious face when he divided the wine, he saw the fat tongue sipping the wine on the edge of the shell little by little, he saw the broken magic robe at the corner of Zidi, he saw the beard wiping his eyes, and after passing through the jungle, only one piece of his glasses remained, and there was only an empty frame on the other side.

Mu Ban pinched an empty wine bottle and caressed the surface affectionately with his fingers - this is the feeling of human civilization.

Mango and Sandao whispered their heads down and talked.

The big man sat on the ground, quietly listening to the boatman's song.

Cyanobacteria still stood faithfully on the sand behind the needle.

Kuromaki gave the wine in his shell to the people around him. He looked to the west, it was the Shengming Continent, there was a home there.

Needlegold looks at the night sky.

Starry sky.

The tide ebbed and fell, and there was a rattle.

The salty smell of sea water is in my nose.

He looked to the east again, where there was a wild continent, there was a city of white sand, and there was his responsibility and hope for the future.