It was early afternoon.

On the outskirts of Constantinople, a group of three people suddenly broke through the barrier of space and appeared under a tall oak tree out of thin air.

"Where is this?"

Lothar covered her head and looked around with a sharp feeling of dizziness.

The process of teleportation was like throwing people into a drum washing machine running at maximum power, and he even felt the urge to bend down and vomit now.

Anna calmly supported the stumbling Eve, this otaku girl's physical fitness is obviously not as good as Lothar, but Anna, either she has long been used to teleportation, or her physical fitness is amazing.

"The western suburbs of Constantinople, where few people usually come, there are many cemeteries, and it is also the place where the legend of the corpse-stealing monster was first reported."

The inhabitants of Constantinople were often buried near the churches in the city, believing that this would help them ascend to heaven after death or open their minds at the final judgment.

The cemeteries in the western suburbs were only buried by the poor and Gentiles at the bottom.

"How many teleportation arrays do you have in Constantinople?"

Lothar felt a little outrageous.

The ancestor wizard who presided over the construction of the Imperial Library left Anna with a rich legacy.

"Not as many as you think, only in key locations, there are a dozen left, and most of them are in the city."

Anna was obviously not in any interest, and after identifying the next direction, she said, "Time is pressing, come with me." Eve, are you feeling better, if you're better, bless me and Lothar with the Light Body Technique. ”

The unkempt witch let out a "hmm", still afraid to see anyone, her eyes timidly looking through her knotted hair to Lothar, and chanting incantations in a voice as thin as a gnat.

She didn't know what Anna was doing when she called her out, but she wasn't used to asking, so she just silently followed the instructions.

A few rays of magic light fell on Lothar, and he suddenly felt much lighter, if it wasn't for the fact that jumping on the spot twice was not decent enough, he would definitely do it, try to see if he could jump up and touch the treetops above his head.

"We'll leave first, and we'll explain to you what's going on on the way."

As she spoke, Anna ripped open the slit of her long skirt and ran off her two long legs into the distance—the gesture was indescribably heroic, and it was completely inconsistent with her original image.

As she ran, Anna sent a message to Lothar and Eve, "Liena has found a large colony of rats in the dungeon, and she speculates that it is probably related to the great plague of Justinian. ”

"So, take heart all, this is a terrible scourge that threatens to destroy Constantinople and the Empire."

Rats, plague?

These two key words were immediately intertwined into a terrifying word in Lothar's heart - the Black Death!

His heart fluttered, if it was really the Black Death, it would be a disaster not only for the Eastern Empire, but for the whole world, except for the more distant Eastern Dynasty, it might be a disaster.

Because Constantinople was at the trading hub of the whole continent.

If the Black Death was prevalent here, Gaul, Iberia, Germania, the Baltics, the West Slavic States, the Rus' States, North Africa, the Levant. None of them can run.

Including the Transjordanian territory of Lossa and the Limassol Military District.

With the simplicity of this world, it seems that there are only three treatment methods of enema, bloodletting, and aromatherapy, this is definitely a terrifying catastrophe with tens of millions of deaths.

Lothar immediately spoke: "Anna, Flin also has a coat of arms in her hand, connect her communication for me, and immediately let her, Jeanne, Cellinina, and Prajna rush to support us. ”

"Thank you."

"No, if the plague arises, no one will be immune."

They ran very fast, and in the blink of an eye they skimmed over a vast field of wheat, and stepped on the wet ridges, leaving rather shallow footprints.

The surrounding scenery gradually became desolate.

"This is it."

As the three of them spoke, they had come to a deep well, which had long been abandoned, and the mouth of the well was half covered by half-human-high weeds, and a faint smell of decay could be smelled from it when they got close.

"And then."

Anna threw out a pale blue potion of liquid that looked like the blue moon that Lothar had used to wash clothes in her previous life.

With a slight shake, the liquid inside slowly flows, giving it a rather viscous feeling.

"What is this?"

"A potion to restore mental power."

Lothar suddenly realized that he had just performed a half-dragon transformation, and most of his spiritual power had been consumed, and now his combat power could be exerted at most two percent out of ten, and Anna obviously knew this.

"Thanks, do you have a lot of this?"

Lothar calculates that if this thing is produced enough, it will definitely be a more useful treasure for him than the newly obtained "Dragon Core Treasure" in his hand.

"Of course not, this thing is difficult to mix, the materials are scarce, I have only saved five bottles in so many years, if it is not necessary - I suggest you drink the rejuvenation potion prepared by the white moon grass, it can also restore mental strength, but you need to meditate for two or three hours."

Anna glanced at Lothar and urged, "Hurry up and drink, we don't have time to waste." ”

Lothar immediately unscrewed the cork and poured the liquid into her mouth.

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, there was nothing difficult to swallow in the mouth, and although the taste was very sticky, it was not very unpleasant.

The potion entered his throat, and he suddenly felt a cool sensation rise from his stomach and rush to his brain.

The spiritual power that was already about to dry up began to recover rapidly, and at this speed, it only took half an hour at most for his spiritual power to recover to full value.

"Let's go down."

Lothar reminded, "Remember to leave a mark for the Flynns. ”

Anna nodded, "Don't worry, I know." Eve, you are at the rear, if there is danger, do not worry about us, to ensure your own safety first. ”

Eve let out an "um".

Immediately saw Anna jump into the well without hesitation.

…

"No need to send it, thank you for your leniency."

After saying goodbye to the somewhat overzealous, equestrian leader of the equestrian competition, a Count Commander of Constantinople.

Jeanne placed a heavy bag of gold coins on the saddle of the grapes.

In this riding competition, she managed to win the title of champion knight.

But the process was not as easy as she expected, because she had never practiced the art of mounted archery, and lost to a Cuman-born Vadaritai cavalry in mounted archery.

If it weren't for the perfect score in spear throwing, spear stabbing, and racing, she might not have won the title of champion.

She took the grapes and walked on the forest path in a very happy mood, and she made a small profit of a thousand souledes, which should have filled a warehouse when converted into ordinary quality wine, right?

The grapes suddenly stopped, scraping the ground with some unease.

"Grapes?"

Jeanne looked slightly stunned and placed her hand on the saber at her waist.

There are robbers?

Grape is a spiritual horse, and its intuition has always been very sensitive.

However, there was no special movement around, and it was surprisingly quiet, far away from the manor where the athletics were held, and happened to be in a deserted section.

She listened with bated breath for a long time, not realizing what was making the grapes so uneasy.

Then.

She noticed that Grape was staring at a mouse crawling along the corner of an abandoned house by the side of the road.

Her expression suddenly relaxed, and she patted the horse's buttocks: "You guy, could it be that you are addicted to eating mice?" I warn you, if you want to open meat once in a while, I can prepare fresh meat for you, but you are absolutely not allowed to eat rats again! ”

It is not uncommon for horses to eat mice, and it is not uncommon for some chicks who accidentally walk to the hay pile to be chewed and swallowed by the horses one by one.

Jeanne thought that "grapes" were just curiosity.

But she took hold of the reins and tried to urge the grape to go on, but the grape said nothing and would not go.

Jeanne's expression became serious.

Because she realized that something might not be right with the mouse, its fur was wet and patched, and she could see clearly visible black abscesses.

Grapes obviously don't stop in front of them because they want to eat them.

At this time, the mouse seemed to notice this, raised its head, and a pair of small eyes were actually flashing with bloodthirsty red light.

Immediately, the rat squeaked and pounced on the grapes, despite the huge difference in size between the two sides.

Bang!

Jeanne quickly grabbed a stick from the ground and pinned the mouse to the ground with precision.

She carefully took the grapes around the mad mouse, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in her heart.

This rat is obviously not in a healthy state, and may be carrying some deadly germs.

Skirting the mouse's carcass, she led the grapes and continued on her way.

Along the way, the surroundings were exceptionally silent, so quiet that it was a little scary, as if even the sounds of birds, beasts and insects had disappeared.

Jeanne suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, continued to walk, and suddenly saw a dead war horse on the side of the road not far ahead, with a saddle, stirrups, and saddle bags, but the owner did not know where to run.

She didn't dare to approach rashly, and there was a lingering doubt in her eyes.

I just went to the suburbs to race a horse, how did I come back and the whole world seemed to have changed?

I thought to myself.

She looked at the horse from afar, and saw a hole in its abdomen, and a little blood soaked in the dirt underneath.

Under the skin, it is like a living thing, constantly wriggling.

Smack-

One of its skin was bitten through, and out of it came a dirty, bloodstained rat.

Its body was also covered with abscesses.

"It's... What evil? ”

Jeanne released the hand that was on her saber at her waist and took the rusty spear from her saddle.

The bloody rat stared at Jeanne with a pair of scarlet eyes.

Around, the sound of dense rustling gradually sounded.

One rat after another pierced through the horse's skin, their eyes reddening at Jeanne.

Beside the path of a forest path.

The rats had gathered in a tidal wave, ready to devour Jeanne and her mount.

Jeanne's face was a little ugly, and she gently patted the grape on the head to soothe the frightened beast, and muttered in a low voice, "What a hell, even rats are going to eat people." ”

This is clearly not some Black Death.

Or rather, it wasn't just the Black Death.