The previous head of the Maliel family, Yudit, was killed in battle in the Dragon's Back Mountains, while his eldest son, Hernan, was accidentally poisoned by the Blood Moon Society at Ilea's birthday party, and the head of the family eventually fell to Yudit's youngest son, Perls.

Compared to his arrogant older brother, Perls was undoubtedly much more humble, and he was very good at listening to his advisors and vassals, but this also made him somewhat indecisive.

In normal times, this is not a big problem, after all, although Yudit died, he also left a lot of legacy, in addition to a large amount of golden lions, there are also resourceful strategists, brave vassals.

With their help, it wasn't too much trouble for Perls to take over Ville de lagoon.

Soon after he became the head of the house, however, the West was plunged into turmoil, and at such a time one mistake could be doomed, and Perce's old mistake of indecision was repeated.

Hesitating between the Winged and the Rebels, on the one hand he felt a bit humiliated to surrender like this, and kept in constant correspondence with Ilea, but on the other hand, he thought it was unrealistic to hope that the Wing-Clan would be defeated by divine punishment on Saturday.

Seeing that Solomon's army had begun to attack the West, Perce still failed to make a decision, and many of his men were about to go crazy.

Fortunately, the tragedy at Turpentine finally brought Perls back to his senses, and finally opened the gates of the city before Solomon and his army arrived, and reluctantly sacrificed all his family savings.

Pers even had his own silver plates packed, so that he couldn't find the guy to serve the meal at night.

His humble gesture saved the lives of the Marilles family and tens of thousands of people in the city, but Perls did not know if it was because he surrendered too late, and Solomon accepted his goods but did not summon him.

In fact, the army only stayed in the city of the lake for half a day before continuing to march.

Perls couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, and he began to think about it again, worried that Solomon would wait for the war in the west to end and come to him to settle the score.

He had insomnia all night, and the next day his head was groggy all day, and he wanted to go to bed early at night, but not long after he went to bed, Perls was awakened by the movement outside the window.

The new city lord of the city in the lake opened his eyes and saw a Wing Clan standing in front of his bed.

The man, speaking the lame continental lingua franca, demanded that he hand over the castle immediately and drive everyone out, including himself.

Before Perce could reply, he had already spread his wings and flew out of the window.

After that, he visited dozens of nobles and asked them to empty their mansions.

Then he returned to the castle, where Perls had already awakened everyone and asked them to pack up their things at once, and the castle was full of chickens and dogs.

Perls had planned to stay in the manor outside the city, but then the Winged man ordered him to keep the gates closed and no one allowed to enter or leave.

At the same time, the residents of the city were asked to return to their homes, close their doors and windows, and not look out.

The last request was somewhat inexplicable, but Perls sent someone to carry it out immediately.

No way, since the Marille family surrendered to Solomon, the city in the lake is no longer their final say, and even the castle Pers, who was kicked out of his house in the middle of the night, did not dare to complain.

Soon, there was no one to be seen in the streets of the city, and even the drunks were dragged into the garrison's dungeons by the patrolling guards and locked up temporarily.

At night, the city is as quiet as a tomb.

Mariel found a few inns to temporarily house his clansmen and the servants of the castle.

He had only entered the inn on his front foot, and several more groups of Wing Clansmen had come on his back foot, and they were circling over the town, searching for those who had not yet returned home.

Once discovered, he was immediately put to death on the spot.

In addition, those places that do not close the doors and windows as ordered will also welcome their patronage and kill everyone inside.

But there are still people who have the courage to look out through the cracks in the doors and windows.

He saw thousands of black shadows flying from the western sky towards the City of the Lake, but they did not come back calmly, their formation was scattered, as if they were being chased by something.

There were even black shadows flying and suddenly falling from the sky, like a kite with a broken string.

Many of the rest of the people were also struggling to fly, and they were carrying people on their backs, which were robes that they had lost the ability to fly.

The witnesses did not dare to look any further, retracted their heads, and began to pray incessantly to Pithia.

…………

Until the next morning, the gates of the city were still closed, and there was still not a single figure on the street.

The requisitioned aristocratic mansion was already full of Wing Clansmen, and the beds were long running out, and more people could only lie on straw.

At this moment, they were weak, some were coughing, some were vomiting, and some were spasming, their necks twisting into strange postures.

Physical pain is secondary, after all, they are all elite warriors of various tribes, and they are not afraid of death.

The real horror comes from the unknown.

This strange illness had been present for about seven days.

Not many people cared at first.

Until it starts to spread in the army, some people have stronger symptoms, and some people have a slightly milder reaction, but this does not mean that people with light reactions can start to rejoice.

The first centurion to die, who did not feel any physical discomfort before he died, suddenly died in his tent.

And over the next two days, a dozen more people died, and most of them were officers.

Then more and more people in the army contracted the strange disease, and Solomon immediately took it seriously, and after examining the patients, he found that many of them had symptoms similar to those of Lanita, who had been sent back by the Church of Weekend.

Solomon's heart sank, and he thought of the ridiculous warning that the young Hugh named Redeo had brought not long ago.

And he wasn't the only one who thought of the warning, and as more and more people fell ill with the strange disease, the Wing people began to worry that Saturday had really punished them.

Solomon dealt with a few "rumor-mongers" to calm the matter down a bit, but as the number of dead increased, the spread of rumors on a large scale was almost inevitable.

Solomon also noticed one thing, and that was that none of them, except for the Wingdmen, the dwarves, orcs, or humans, even those who had come with them from Lionheart, had contracted this terrible strange disease like them.

So those two terrible words came to Solomon's mind again—curse.

Could it be that all this is really the so-called divine punishment?!

It's Saturday punishing the invaders of this continent.