It was raining, and the plague in the city of Arcas was getting worse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In just the past few days, the Black Death in Arcas City has spread surprisingly, from the beginning of a small range of diseases, many people thought that the food was bad in recent times. Therefore, I tried to choose the food as well as possible and used fresh ingredients, but it still did not stop the spread of the 'disease'. Almost everyone who comes into contact with a sick person will feel physically unwell after two days.

Symptoms such as chills and headaches begin with fever, delirium, coma, extensive bleeding from the skin, sores, respiratory failure, and death in less than a day, or as often as four or five days.

The priests in the city used all kinds of magic and potions to slow down the process, and even some of the priests who were often in contact with patients were infected...... They fell to their knees in the center of the cathedral and prayed for the Light to save the world.

When the Light has forsaken its followers, what shall we do? ”

Within a few days, the city was killed, and the streets of the city were littered with dead bodies covered with sores and dark spots. A once prosperous border city turned into a hell on earth in an instant, and those who survived were also covered with black veils one by one, wrapped themselves tightly, and fled out of the city in a hurry.

No one was left to chance, whether it was the Magicians' Guild or the Cathedral, Abraham had left the day before with his cronies sprinkled with holy water, and the only ones who stood at the end were Yennefer and her long-time colleague men.

"You go, Seridis. Go to the imperial capital and find a better mentor to study hard, your talent is very good and should not be buried in this city. Yennefer looked at the priests wrapped in white cloth, who were originally from this cathedral, who had been here since birth, who had grown up here, received baptism in the light, and were then crowned priests.

Yennefer remembered each and every one of them, their smiles, and every one of their faces. And now...... They lay there quietly, black sores and stains taking away their rightful face.

"What about you, mentor?"

"I'm going to stay, this cathedral is my home, I'm going to stay...... Isn't there anyone to pray for them in the end?" said Yennefer with a smile that made Seridis feel a pang in his heart.

"I'll stay with you. ”

"No, Seridis you must listen to me this time, leave with the rest of the priests, and go to the imperial capital, only where you can be safe. Yennefer's eyes were full of determination and conviction.

Seridis knew that if he continued, the result would be the same, but ...... He couldn't bear to let his mentor die. She was still so young, she hadn't even married, so she could die like this.

"Mentor Yennepha. ”

Yennefer turned around, vaguely remembering seeing Seridis' smile. Then the consciousness disappeared......

"You take Grandmaster Yenepa and get on the cathedral's spare carriage as fast as you go!" said Thridis, to the priests behind him.

"What about you, Pastor Seridis. ”

"Me. He looked at Yennefer who had fallen in his arms, and there was a smell of fragrance in his silky hair, which he had smelled so closely. "I'm going to stay and fulfill my mentor's wishes. ”

"But ......"

"No, then, get out of here, unless you want to be next. Take the mentor to the imperial capital, only there can you be safe, if you can successfully bring the mentor to the imperial capital, you will all be rewarded by the empire, and it is not impossible to become a bishop at that time. Thiridis said, seeing the light in the eyes of several people, why did this feel so familiar...... I see, that's how I looked at it before.

After watching the group leave, Seridis finally reached the center of the cathedral, he also knelt down, feeling a sharp pain in his thigh, he pulled away, and patches of flesh appeared on the inner thigh.

"Hahaha...... Haha. Seridis laughed, and his laughter echoed throughout the cathedral.

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A few years later, when the human sweepers returned to the city full of bones, the streets were littered with bones. When they arrived at the cathedral, the situation was the same as outside, the whole deserted hall was full of staggered bones, except for one kneeling in the center of the cathedral, holding a book in his hand.

It was a priest named Seridis who had his diary in his hand:

According to his records, "if anyone were to die of the plague, all those who had visited him, had done business with him, and even carried him to the grave would soon follow in his footsteps." "The plague spread so quickly that carts full of corpses flooded into the cathedral for the final ritual burial of the Holy Light.

In search of sustenance, people flock to the cathedral in anticipation of the protection and comfort of the gods. Led by the pastor, they prayed together and prayed to Heaven to stop the spread of this plague. But nothing came of his prayers. On the contrary, there are more and more dead, and people bury the dead who are sent day and night, and the ceremony becomes very brief.

There were no guards and no troops, and when Seridis walked into the barracks, the situation was the same as what he had seen on the streets, and no one had time to bring even the dead soldiers to their burials.

He was even free to enter everyone's home, no one would stop him, and occasionally someone who was not 'dead' would reach out for help, but they were kicked away by Seridis, which was perhaps the first time in the pastor's life that he could really do whatever he wanted.

In this way, he pushed the wheelbarrow, shook the bell in his hand and shouted everywhere: "Collect the dead bodies, collect the dead bodies", and went to every house to carry the bodies of the dead out, put them in the car, and push them outside the city to be burned.

You can vomit whatever you eat, and if you want to drink, you can go to the cellar of each inn and get it yourself.

There are fewer and fewer people in the city as a whole, and they are getting smaller......

"My dying struggles are like in the barren land of the lost gods;

The legend of the snakeskin under the moon spell is a garment worn by the devil;

Great gods, why don't you look at us......

Evil spirits are singing lullabys of poisonous spiders, and the fire of hell of hypocrisy burns with the glory of evil;

We have seen the horror of death...... - the last page of the journal has the name of Seridis written on it, but it has been deliberately altered, and at the end it is written on Bishop Yennefer.

Later historians have studied that it is estimated that this is a way for the other party to transfer the honor to another person, giving this name the honor of waiting for the city to the end, leaving history to this name...... On the last page of the name, there is also a very long strand of hair in the mezzanine of the book, like a woman's hair.

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At this moment, walking on the way to the imperial capital, a small road that is not easy to walk, Ketika Lucy is walking alone. There was also a sleeping crow resting on his shoulder.

"You're so laid-back, you can fly but you have to stay here!" she nodded at the crow's beak in feigned anger.

No response......

Hmph, I'm really lazy, wait until I return to the imperial capital. I will lock you up and starve for a few days to see if you are obedient.