The poison of the plague is imperceptible by nature, and no one noticed anything in the hours that the Knights of Judgment had just drunk the spring. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But as the sun receded in the sky, the breeze in the air was no longer so hot, and the knights were ready to set foot on the road to Pritz again, the poison of the plague slowly began to take its effect.

Green is a knightly squire of the Knights of the Holy Judgment, specializing in guarding and supporting chores on the periphery of the Order. Although he has a low status in the knights, there are still some conveniences at some times, such as when he fetches water for the knights, the sweet and clear spring allows Green to drink it, and the scorching heat of the day seems to be nothing.

But there was only one moment of pleasure, after experiencing the comfort, Green had to serve the knights, dragged the heavy water truck back to the camp, respectfully handed the knights a bowl of spring water, and waited under the impatient scolding of the knights, no way, who made him just a small squire?

However, the tragic fate did not let him go because of Green's obedience, but only intensified and became more cruel. Just when the entire knights were preparing to take advantage of the cooler weather to step up their march, Green was sent out to take charge of the guard guard mission on the periphery, in fact, this mission was a good opportunity for Green to get rid of the knight master, at least during the march without being reprimanded by the knights.

Leaving the eyes of the knights, he rode his horse through the endless green fields of Paris, bathed in the warmth and humidity and the fragrance of grass and trees, all of which made Green's mood extremely happy. Even the shouting of several of his fellow attendants could not stop him from laughing and galloping merrily.

But it didn't take long for Green to feel a chill on his body, and even the hot summer sun and the steamer-like air could not bring him a trace of warmth, as if he had been suddenly released into a tundra glacier in the far north.

At this time, Green's heart was a little panicked, he was afraid that he was seriously ill, you must know that the knights would not be kind enough to use magic on a humble squire, once he suffered from a serious illness, the only way waiting for him was to be abandoned and wait for death.

When Green bent himself up to find his fellow squires, he was shocked to find that all of them were crouched on horseback, one by one, with a low moaning and moaning from their mouths.

"Morgan, Raphael, Ricky, what's wrong with you, brace yourself! damn it!" Green shouted weakly a few times before giving up, but in the last moments of his consciousness he made what he thought was necessary: he turned his horse's head and drove his horse toward the barracks.

The marching preparation of the Knights of the Holy Judgment was much quicker and cleaner than that of the Knights of Light, who were mostly recruit trainees, because the knights didn't need to do anything at all, and all the work was done by their squires. Led by their commander, Larry Harold, the knights generally believed that true knights should only focus on fighting and praying, and that all chores should not bother the noble knights.

Just as the entire knight order was ready to embark on the journey, several war horses trotting all the way from afar made the eyes of the attendants and cavalry of the forward cavalry widen.

"The god of light is above, it's the scouts, Green, Morgan, what's going on?" The scouts in charge of the sentry were all wiped out, and this kind of matter was extremely important, and the squire cavalry did not dare to delay, and immediately reported the news to their knight chief.

Soon, the riot caused by the delay of the Advance Riders alarmed the regimental commander, Larry Harold, but Harold was not in the mood to pay attention to the little things of the Advance Cavalry, but solemnly asked the Advance Cavalry to hurry up.

A few small squires did not have any wounds on their bodies, and their horses were intact, so the knight captain of the forward cavalry judged that the epidemic was caused by heat stroke. In order to prevent the plague from spreading in the barracks, the Knight Chief even ordered the sick and comatose attendants to be buried alive, and it was the Knight Chief's negligence that caused the Knights of the Holy Judgment to miss the best opportunity to discover the plague poison.

Under the strong order of the chief knight, all the squire cavalry firmly shut their mouths and no longer discussed what had just happened, and the entire knight order marched as usual.

The slightest commotion, like a drop of water melted into a huge pond, did not set off any waves at all, but in the heart of Cardinal Owen, there was always a trace of uneasiness. Out of his understanding of Leo, he thinks that Leo is not a person who can be willing to swallow after suffering a loss, and besides, attacking Pritz City is simply digging his roots!

"I hope nothing happens, the Grand Duke of Pritz should have no strength left to resist!" Cardinal Owen muttered to himself, as if to comfort himself.

At this moment, the wheels stopped, and Cardinal Owen frowned, and asked the coachman in a loud voice, "What happened? Why did you stop?"

The coachman's voice was a little strange, as if he was holding his throat as if he was enduring some pain, and replied: "Your Majesty, I don't know what is going on, many people in the Knights are sick, and now there is chaos outside!"

Hearing the coachman's words, Cardinal Owen's heart was shocked, and what he had been worrying about in his heart was afraid that it had really happened.

Without even looking at the situation outside, Cardinal Owen asserted in his heart that this must have been Leo's handiwork. When Leo was guarding the royal city of Lorraine, he had used poisoning on the Glory Knights, which had been used as a classic case study by the Church of Light, so during this crusade against Pritz, Cardinal Irving also specially told him that all food and water must be tested by divine magic before they can be eaten. But now it seems that this Leo's methods are really powerful, and it can be said that it is unguardable.

Owen frowned tightly, stepped out of his carriage, and when he looked up, he saw that his coachman had leaned into the driver's seat, and his whole body was curled up in a ball, shivering incessantly, and muttering something unconsciously in his mouth, looking very much like he had contracted some serious disease.