Sister Joan of Arc has not been in a very good mood lately. Egil tries to be as polite as possible when he gets along with her, so as not to make her angry. Egil also understood that Joan of Arc blamed himself for the defeat of the coalition forces because of his failure on the battlefield. At the same time, he was also annoyed that he would not be able to go into battle to kill the enemy in the future. In particular, Joan of Arc felt most sorry for Egil was that the so-called strenuous exercise included having children. In other words, Joan of Arc will never be able to give birth to a qualified, healthy, and excellent heir to Egil as previously expected.

Someone might want to ask about this. Didn't Joan of Arc say before that she was going to have a platonic relationship with Egil, not about physical relationships?

But to say is to do. From France to Italy, to Hungary, and then back to Rome for the coronation. In such a long time, Sister Joan of Arc had figured it out. If it is really for the safety of the universe and the harmony of the world, then it is not impossible to let Egil bully it......

But it's a pity. It's all over now.

So I feel very sad. Whether you do it or not is one thing, and whether you can do it is another. The difference between this period is like the difference between a monk and a eunuch.

But in the end, Joan of Arc did. On the way back to the Norman kingdom, Egil never came out of Joan of Arc's room on a dark and windy night.

Because Joan of Arc was very afraid. I won't be able to go into battle to kill the enemy in the future. I can't have children anymore. It's just no different from waste. So Joan of Arc wondered if Egil would throw her away like a used rag now that she had become so useless.

In this way, after finding a random reason to take Nightingale's nurse sister away, Joan of Arc hugged Egil. And Egil finally got his wish...... But it has to be lighter, lighter, Joan of Arc is no longer the goddess of war she was back then. Rather, it is a delicate and fragile object like a porcelain doll.

"Fool, how could I be willing to leave you behind. After a while, Egil seemed to understand Joan of Arc's intentions. He hugged Joan of Arc's waist and comforted her like this.

"But...... I ...... "In the end, Joan of Arc didn't say why. He just threw himself into Egil's arms and cried bitterly.

And just like that, things seem to be settled. On the second day, Egil observed that Joan of Arc's complexion seemed to be a little better. The mood also recovered slightly. Of course, this kind of thing doesn't happen overnight. Egil sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Joan of Arc's cheek, thinking in his heart: Wait for the future, slowly, little by little, to enlighten her.

In this way, Egil's bed partner suddenly has one more partner, and there is one more candidate to toss at night. It won't make the little nun tired and unable to get out of bed every time. It's just that running back and forth between the two rooms takes a lot of effort. But Egil never tires of it. Anyway, it's not much right now. After entering Venice from Hungary, it is considered to be your own home. Governor Witte was not served with good wine and meat all the way.

So, when Egil thought it was okay, it happened.

That night, Egil tossed the little nun in his room until midnight. It wasn't until the little nun couldn't stand it anymore that she walked towards Joan of Arc's room. Then he saw a soldier with a very bad face staggering towards him. After a salute, he was to leave.

Egil frowned, then turned around and asked, "Isn't your face very good, are you sick, why don't you go to the military doctor to have a look?"

"Military Medic...... Oh no, no, they will kill my majesty," the soldier paleled when he heard Egil say this. After that, he stepped back again and again: "Your Majesty, don't come over, there will be danger, please ......"

"Dangerous? You look terrible, you must be sick. If you are sick, you have to see a doctor. "I have to say that Egil is still very concerned about his army, his soldiers. So he stepped forward again, trying to pull him to the military doctor.

"No Your Majesty" However, the soldier was completely unappreciative and terrified, not at all like a Viking warrior, and then turned around and prepared to flee. However, before he could take two steps, he fell to the ground. When Egil looked over again, the soldier spat out a large puddle of yellow water, rolled his eyes, and died. ...,

Egil was creepy. As a modern person, he has never experienced such a thing. But after being in this world for so long, I have often heard about what this thing is.

Pestilence.

Egil had thought that after so long of silence in the army, there was nothing to do. But he didn't expect the plague to spread in a corner he hadn't noticed. The soldiers must have been afraid that if they made a noise, they would be isolated, or even killed and burned. Therefore, he carried it hard, wanting to rely on his own physical fitness. It's like the guy who fell in front of Egil.

"Damn it. "When you think about it, there are probably more, if not thousands, of them in his army. They concealed their illness, and as the plague spread little by little in the army, Egil could not help but curse as it eventually caused the loss of most of his army and even millions of people. The little sympathy for the dead soldier vanished. Because he was afraid that he would also be infected, he did not dare to go to Joan of Arc, so he hurried to Hippocrates to explain the situation. Immediately after taking a good bath, disinfecting it, and bringing medicine from Hippocrates, which was said to prevent the plague, he pinched his nose and ate the foul-smelling bitter thing, and Egir breathed a sigh of relief.

It looks like the move forward to Rome is going to be postponed a little.

Although going to Rome to be crowned emperor is such a thing, Egil has been dreaming about it for a long time. But the plague is no joke. In case the Holy See knows that he actually introduced the plague to Rome, let alone the gods and horses being crowned emperors and canonized, I am afraid that the crusaders will soon reach Gothburg.

Egir began to be a little glad that he had exchanged for Hippocrates in advance. Although he didn't know exactly what Shenma medicinal herbs were used - Egil felt that he didn't want to know either. However, after half a month of census and the distribution of medicines for prevention, the Norman army finally screened out more than 6,000 soldiers who were suffering from the plague or suspected of suffering from the plague and forcibly quarantined them. Immediately afterward, the spread of the plague among the army was stabilized and controlled.

Then Egil thought about it, forget it, the good man did it to the end, and he used the medicine for twenty times the price, so that the Norman merchants sold these preventive drugs.

However, this is only prevention.

Hippocrates made it clear that the words of prevention are very simple. But if you want to heal, then please forgive him for not being able to do anything.

Of course, Egil didn't mean to blame him. No one wants this to happen. Those soldiers who were already sick could only blame them for their bad lives. Egil will give them prayers. Well, with Joan of Arc.

But it is clear that not everyone agrees with Egil, and the vast majority of Normans. For example, Nurse Nightingale, whom Egil largely ignored. This girl, who usually seems to be very introverted, doesn't talk much, and has a very strong sense of presence, stood up bravely at this moment.

"Indeed, isolating these soldiers is one of the ways to deal with the plague. But now that we've done everything we can to prevent it, can we consider lifting the quarantine for them?"

The nurse sister was like this, very brave, very stubborn, and a little excited, and when Egir came to inspect the field hospital and was about to leave, she stopped in front of the Norman tyrant and shouted with tears in her eyes.

Egil was slightly stunned, and then felt a little funny.

"No, ma'am, it's impossible. Egil shook his head: "Maybe you have some point. But the soldiers were even more afraid of such things as the plague than the swords. They won't agree. ”

"But, Your Majesty, you are the Norman King. If you order—"

"- Absolutely impossible. Egil decisively refused: "Do you think the opinion of 6,000 people is important, or is the opinion of 100,000 people more important?" But if I do, I'll soon not be king. You, you know what I mean?".

“...... At least, at least those soldiers should be better cared for, and not put together to die. After that, Nurse Nightingale took a step back and persisted.

"If I could, I would like to do the same. Egil shook his head: "But it didn't work, those soldiers have gone crazy." They knew that they would not live long because of the fear of the disease, and these guys were deranged. The quarantine area is chaotic nowadays, and even good people can be driven crazy if they enter. Those people can do anything. And I can't guarantee what will happen if a delicate little girl like you walks in. ”

"But...... I thought, I can give it a try. Egil didn't expect that his words had already reached this, but Nightingale still insisted, looking at Egil very stubbornly with tears in her eyes, so that Egil involuntarily stretched out her hand and pulled the silly hair on her head............ ，