The old mage nodded, "Judging from your account and the contents of this journal, the wise nezumi you met in Vale City should be the back door that the apothecary left behind his master's secret. This explains why we didn't see such rat people again in later events, and I think it must have been the 'it' that sensed the existence of these special individuals and corrected the effect of the plague in time. ”

"Isn't this something more powerful than me..."Thinking of the apothecary who did not hesitate to sell his soul to the demon because of his lack of talent, Cheese shook his head imperceptibly, you know, all the mage can do in the Salonian Territory is to eliminate the contagion of the nezumi plague, and if he wants to regain the ability to think on the nezumi, the only way to do it is to take his time one by one like when he treated Gloria. However, the pharmacist, who did not even have a name, did this, and as a researcher, Cheese considered himself inferior to the other party.

Roland glanced at the mage, he didn't know what Cheese was sighing, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Our immediate task is to find the true body of this 'it'. From these words, it can be inferred that the guy who made the deal with the apothecary in the first place and gave him the prototype of the Nezumi Plague was 'it'. Only by finding this existence will we have a chance to get the original appearance of the plague. At the end of the day, the root of all this chaos is the plague, and if you can find a way to fix this damn curse, there's still a chance to undo it. ”

The gray-robed mage nodded, just as he had originally intended, as long as he could get the prototype of the plague, Cheese was confident that he would free the nezumi from their brainless blood-devouring state. However, this divine dragon does things without leaving a trace, and if it weren't for the words in this diary, I'm afraid the mage wouldn't even have a way to know whether the other party is a person or an organization. What would such an opponent do to get him out of the shadows?, Cheese's brow furrowed, pondering possible solutions.

Just as the living room fell silent, there was a knock on the door. Roland knew that a mage who was lost in thought would not easily be woken up by such a small voice, so he stood up from his chair after raising his hand to signal Sparrow not to act rashly. The old man buttoned the big hat from his chair to his head, straightened the folds of his clothes and walked to the porch.

"Is there anything I can do for you, old man?" said the magician, looking out as he opened the door and a crack revealed half of his face. But when he saw the people outside the door, he knew that his worries were unnecessary. In this royal capital, few people, especially women, habitually wear a crow mask. Outside the door, Hill bowed silently, although the gown on her body was a man's style, but the female doctor's figure could not be easily concealed. If it weren't for the panic in the royal capital now, I am afraid that such a woman in this port area, which is full of vulgar sailors, would have attracted a large number of people with ulterior motives to ask the female doctor for a "drink". Of course, if they could not be frightened by the sight of the Dementors.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Roland. I have come here to find the cheesemaster on the orders of Madame Aemia. Hope it didn't bother you. "Generally speaking, as the leader of the Dementor family, Ciel, though not so much as to see the wind and rudder, would not be so respectful to an ordinary person. But the old man's previous command in the witch's house had already made the Dementor doctor admire the man behind the door from the bottom of his heart. This admiration has nothing to do with the strength of the strength, it is purely a respect for the elders.

"Excuse me! Your voice always comforts me, an old man. Come in, doctor. Roland opened the door and invited the other to enter, the silent and resolute woman had also made a good impression on the old man in the previous incident. At the very least, if there is anyone who is most trusted among the many dark forces in the royal capital, Ciel and Lightning will be at the top of Roland's list.

The Eater of Souls stepped into the porch and slammed the door shut. "You can call me Hill. You're older than me in terms of how long you've been around. Roland raised an eyebrow, took a pipe from his sleeve and took a puff, "Oh, yes, but I've heard that your race can live ......" "My race allows me to see the age of a person's soul." You know, this tends to be more accurate than the age that appears physically. The magician's words were interrupted by the female doctor before he could finish his sentence, but Ciel quickly noticed his gaffe and immediately bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on your soul. ”

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke lightly, shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Don't care, it's my fault that you see such an old and ugly thing." Okay, let's stop standing here, aren't you looking for cheese?" and then led the way to the living room. Hill tilted his head, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. She felt that it was better not to ask some questions now, so the female doctor silently followed Roland into the room.

The little sparrow, after seeing someone follow the magician in, instinctively ran back to the straw pile and hugged his knees, trying to reduce his presence in this way. However, when it came to hiding in front of a Dementor, his methods were clearly not correct. "Sparrow, this is Dr. Hill. If you get sick in the future, you can go to her for treatment. Roland pointed at the woman behind him with his pipe and said casually.

Maybe it's a child's instinct, although Sparrow doesn't know what kind of person is under Hill's mask, but after seeing the two dark glass eyes on the crow's mask, he subconsciously ducks into the straw again. At the magician's words, the child only nodded, and at the same time made up his mind that if it were not a serious illness of life and death, he would never go to this doctor.

The old man didn't pay attention to the little sparrow's reaction, he motioned for Hill to be free, and then walked back to the chair and sat down. It was then that he noticed that Felgen, who was lying at Kolanty's feet, had not reacted from the Dementors entering the house, which made him wonder if the rock golem could help.

Unlike Roland, Hill's attention was drawn to Colanty lying under the blanket as soon as he entered the room. She walked over to the young witch and carefully lifted the blanket to check on Colante's condition after turning her head to look at the old man with a tacit look. "Ms. Emia will be happy to see her daughter come back safe and sound. These are the words of the female doctor when she went to the chair after a simple examination. As for the two red marks on the witch's body, vampire's bite marks don't leave a scar, and if you don't make a deliberate mark, the mark will disappear quickly.

"Looks like Ferdgen knows you?" the old man asked the other man indistinctly about his curiosity. He didn't believe that Cheese's control over Feugen could be skewed, so there was only one explanation for the Golem's reaction, which was that the female doctor was Felgen's "friend" long before Cheese owned the house.

"My family was unable to survive in this kingdom for a time. It was Lady Greene who sponsored us, so we all worked for her and her daughter. The Dementor replied neither humbly nor arrogantly. Indeed, while Dementors are creatures that don't scream like ghouls, it's not uncommon for them to integrate into the human world as naturally as the Dementors of the Blue Lion. But if a senior witch had acted as their advisor, the matter would have been much easier to explain.

Roland took a puff on his pipe and did not continue the topic. He glanced at Cheese, who was still thinking, and said, "Looks like our Mr. Mage is still going to need a little time." Can you tell me first what Lady Emia called you for?"

Hill didn't hesitate, the old man in front of her seemed to her to be as believable as Cheese, "Jason, Ms. Emia has got some new information from this traitor's mouth. She thinks the cheese master should be interested. ”