"This ...... I don't know. The spy hesitated for a moment, then replied. And, of course, after hearing such a reply, Egil became angry.

"I don't know?!I've spent so much money on you bastards, training you, equipping and organizing, and the end result is that you don't know?!" said Egil as he raised an eyebrow and pressed his hand on the hilt, ready to draw his knife and cut down this outrageous bastard.

"Yes, that's your majesty. Seeing Egil's vague tendency to publish, the Norman spy immediately poured beans into a bamboo tube and told everything he knew: "The Eastern Roman Emperor did flee at the last moment under the cover of his guards. But before that we got the information that he had contracted the plague. So whether it is dead or alive now. We don't know yet. ”

"Waste. "Although the reason for the other party to say is enough. But Egil was still not stingy with harsh words. For these spies, these people engaged in intelligence work, Egil has never given up his vigilance. And be ready to suppress them anytime and anywhere. In addition to this, there is also the intention to maintain the lowly social status of these people.

For Egil knew that intelligence work, or agents, or spies, was a double-edged sword, although simple and convenient to use. If you don't use it well, you will hurt yourself. Raising a spy is actually the same as raising a dog. Can't get used to it. Usually hit when you can, and scold when you can. Wait until you make a result, and then give benefits.

Egil is not an idiot, but he will not be a spy to improve his social status. Well--though it's hard to cite the exact same examples. But there is also a very common, very similar thing that can be said - the fools who traveled to the Warring States of Japan always like to improve the social status of ninjas. Things that can be understood with a few dollars have to cost dozens or hundreds. This kind of egg-hurting thing can only be imagined by naïve elementary school students: I am good to you. You'll be nice to me, too—if my society were so simple, the world would be too peaceful.

That's basically it. After repulsing the spy, Egil began to think: the last few days. In Venice. Intelligence from Milan and Constantinople reacted to the outbreak of plagues of varying degrees in these places. And the mortality rate is extremely high. Egil also figured out that it was supposed to be by sailing. Spread from the Syrian region - if so, as the Norman Empire's gateway south to the Mediterranean. It is only a matter of time before the Crimean peninsula becomes infected.

Luckily, it's winter. Germs can be affected to some extent. The Crimean peninsula has a higher dimension. There is no warm current passing by. So the climate is a bit colder. Originally, this was the cause of Egil's headache. Now it's a good thing.

"Order, to get the officials of Kherson ready, now a state of emergency. Inventory of all ships that came to Kherson. If an unexpected illness is found, there is no need to go ashore. All infected people who have been infected with the plague and those suspected of being infected with the plague in the territory are isolated. Cremation is performed on the body of a deceased patient. Burn them all. The ashes were poured into the sea.

Order, after entering a state of emergency, Kherson is not allowed to enter. No one can leave the city of Kherson. Until the plague completely subsides.

Command. A strict curfew is in place during the state of emergency. Strict zoning and isolation measures are adopted, and there is no need to pass between various zones. Those who spread rumors were killed on the spot. Those who take advantage of the chaos will be killed on the spot, and those who resist the order will be killed on the spot!

Order, send a medical team to Kherson to assist. ...,

Order, send a detachment of royal knights to Kherson to supervise.

Command ......"

Soon, an edict of the Emperor to control the spread of the plague was dictated by Egil and written by Maria. And soon with the Norman spies sent to Kherson. The spies were accompanied by a thousand-man squad of royal knights, a hundred field medics, and three hundred paramedics. It can be seen from this that Egil still attaches great importance to this matter.

Competent, or rather too harsh measures, climate, and skilled doctors. Egil felt that he had done enough. As for boiling water and quicklime...... Looking at the sky, such a simple thing, if the doctors don't understand it, they can die. Egil was recruited directly from the system, although his main occupation was to heal wounds and do surgeries. However, there are many modern doctors in internal medicine who see patients.

And when Egil asks them if they will cope with the plague, they can also burst out a lot of academic terms, and finally conclude that "no problem" makes Egil listen inexplicably, but vaguely feel that they can be trusted. In layman's terms, it's the kind of feeling: I don't understand it, but I think it's amazing. This convinced Egil that these guys were a hundred times better than the idiot Western medicine who could only bleed and reduce fever and treat with an axe and saw and a soldering iron. You can put one hundred and twenty hearts.

And the situation seems to be similar to what the emperor imagined. In Kherson, the plague seems to be under control. Although the harsh military management system is uncomfortable. The blockade of roads and the prohibition of ships from docking have also taken a toll on local trade. But as long as the plague subsides, these things will gradually return to normal.

Residents of Kherson are confined in their homes. Only a small amount of black bread that is not enough to eat and cannot die of hunger is allocated every day, and fresh water that is thirsty and does not die. and some of the unpalatable potions that doctors call preventive medicines. Life has been very hard. But just think about the days after the plague, and people still have a little hope.

Of course, this hope does not include those who have been quarantined, or who are suspected of being sick. They weren't Egil's soldiers. There won't be an emperor who will come and live and die with them. People in the quarantine area are hopeful compared to the usual. The patient quarantine area is hellish as hell.

There is no supply of food and water, and there is no need to waste precious medicines. Patients and suspected patients in quarantine areas without any assistance at all live in despair. Every day, people die in black bodies. The dead bodies were dragged away and cremated by people wearing fully sealed clothing like anti-nuclear suits. Those who haven't died for the time being are just a breath of air. Absolute fear and despair have also led to an extreme deterioration of law and order. All kinds of violence are endless, and it is not uncommon for people to kill people for a small piece of black bread and a small glass of water.

But it doesn't matter at all, it's perfectly fine. Although, on a personal level, it is a great tragedy for this to happen. If it is placed at the local level, it is also a great misfortune at the city level. But at the national level, especially in a huge empire like Norman, the misery of those hundreds of people is just a small matter of government affairs. Even the rulers are proud: you see, how powerful I am, a plague has only killed a few hundred people—yes, I'm talking about Egil.

The Norman Empire benefited from dimensional problems, seasonal reasons, and an iron-fisted and sensible emperor, timely and effective measures. So the losses are not huge. But in Italy, in Constantinople, in other areas where the plague spread, the situation was not optimistic.

The 600,000-strong army of the Southern Mongolian Road was in danger! Constantinople and its vicinity were in danger of a million soldiers and civilians! The 8 million people of Italy were in danger! Without the excellent organization and strong measures of the Normans, the plague began to expand indefinitely and on a large scale. It extends to the Turkic homeland in the east and Iberia in the west. People talk about the plague and change color! Because most of the dead were black and purple, it was called the Black Death...,

This is one of the most terrifying plagues in the world. Officially surfaced.

"Ahhh......hhh I see, it was, it was, it was such a thing?!" On December 20, it snowed heavily in Moscow. Egil received intelligence from Hungary, Austria, Bavaria, Swabian and Aquitaine. The Black Death had begun to spread gradually to the north. And the name "Black Death" has also been officially spread unofficially. It dawned on Egil what he was up against.

"On one side there are the Mongols, and on the other side is the Black Death. To add insult to injury......" After burning the letter, Egil sighed. See, a terrible catastrophe that will spread across Europe is about to begin. Egil was completely powerless—the high fortress could hold back the tangible Mongol cavalry, but it couldn't stop the smiling virus and the pervasive rats. It can't stop the floating people's hearts. Europe, which had just seen a slight easing trend and had improved slightly, may suffer huge losses again in this disaster.

The more Egil thought about it, the more he felt a headache. It's winter, and the cold is dormant and killing a lot of the germs that are exposed. However, when spring is in full bloom, it should have been the season of recovery, and as the temperature rises, the Black Death will spread more rapidly - and the Mongols will probably move north again to continue their assault on Moscow. Under the internal and external troubles, will the Norman Empire be able to survive the difficulties?!

Thinking of this, Egil didn't dare to think any further. He had no choice but to do this, trying to comfort himself: "Don't think so much, there is a road in front of the road." At least the Black Death also demobilized the 600,000-strong army on the southern Mongolian front. And the scorching heat will also maximize the spread of the Black Death. The southern front of the empire has no worries ......"