"Lady Lyanna, come and see, there seems to be someone infected with rat fever on the merchant ship returning from Baker Harbor!"

In the quiet convent, drenched in sunlight on all sides, Lyanna was leading a group of priestesses to pray in the hall of the monastery, when suddenly, a soldier from Blackhammer Castle broke in, he was respectful, but the news of the report made Lyanna frown. The worst fears have arisen.

She hurriedly took the two priestesses and followed the guards out of the monastery. A solemn atmosphere spread through the air, and even when there was no conversation, Lyanna could tell their worry and uneasiness on everyone's faces. Although rat fever is not transmitted directly through person-to-person contact, it is a contagious disease, and it is normal for people to feel uneasy.

Walking through the Old Town and arriving at the docks, the merchant ships were empty, and at Rhodes' request, the crew did not bring in a single piece of Imperial cargo, and the captain only brought back the profits of the trade. At the same time, the infected crew member was left in the cabin and two crew members were sent to stay and guard him, preventing him from going ashore.

"Lady's ......"

Seeing Lyanna arrive, the two crew members consciously moved out of the way and treated the priestess with respect.

This cabin is small enough to accommodate a small bed and a small table. The excrement was under the bed, and as soon as she entered, Lyanna could smell the stench. However, as a doctor, she is no stranger to this kind of thing.

"Thank you, gods, for finally coming...... I knew I wasn't going to die...... Right?"

The sailor on the sickbed struggled to his feet and thanked the priestess in a faint voice for his arrival. They all knew that in Blackhammer Castle, the most skilled doctor was Lyanna. The priestess was not only skilled in medicine, but also occasionally used magic skills, and everyone believed that there was no disease that she could not see. After struggling at sea for half a month, the crew finally waited for hope.

Faced with the patient's eager gaze, Lyanna could only reluctantly nod. In fact, not every time she treats her, she can make the patient heal, and sometimes, the title of divine doctor, daughter of the goddess of mercy, these titles are only given to her by the outside world, Lyanna once faced a warrior who lost his eyes in the war, and she could not do anything about such injuries, but could only watch the wounded die in despair. So, sometimes, I'm not as miraculous as the outside world says......

"How long have these symptoms lasted?"

Lyanna walked over to the bedside, putting on gloves and asking about the patient's basic condition. His skin had begun to appear red and ulcerating. A pair of strong arms have a lot of pustules, some have been broken, I don't know if they are broken or deliberately squeezed, the pus that flows out is dry and then attached to the surface of the skin, showing a yellow-red, yellow-red color, yellow is pus, red is blood......

His face was red and swollen, as if he had been beaten by the crowd. Even my lips are swollen, and it is estimated that it is difficult to eat.

Lyanna frowned, she knew the pain of her patients, but at the same time she felt that the disease was not so simple. The situation was much more serious than she expected.

"It's been more than half a month, and when I left Port Baker, I was found infected with the plague. Just over half a month, no more than twenty days at most, I promise...... Not more than twenty days ......"

Patient Parral struggled.

Lyanna knew he was in pain right now, and even talking was painful. Judging from the outward symptoms, this is indeed a symptom of rat fever. It's just that she doesn't dare to conclude yet, after all, not every disease can be judged by its appearance characteristics.

"I will first give you an external application of herbs, and then take the bitter cold juice internally, this process is very painful, it is not a day or two to heal, you have to be mentally prepared. Also, you have to be next door for a while, and you can write to your family and tell your family that you're okay, but you can't go out. As long as you cooperate with the treatment, there is still hope for a cure. Prima facie, it is a symptom of rat fever, and as you know, this disease is generally not fatal, but it is very painful, it will make people weak, and there is redness and swelling all over the body. "Qiyin

Lyanna said.

Parral nodded with a melancholy look on his face, and watched the priestess step outside.

"What do I call you?"

"Oh, chief priest, just call us Chris, we're brothers, he's my brother, I'm his brother. If there is anything you need to say, be straightforward. ”

The two sailors waiting outside the cabin replied respectfully, though Lyanna knew they weren't usually like that. Maybe after that, they will talk about their body behind their backs...... But ordinary sailors are like that, uneducated, the environment is like this, and Lyanna knows that they cannot be blamed.

"Your partner has been infected with rat fever, which is not transmitted by contact, but I still need to isolate him for observation. I need you to carry him out of here and into the convent, and I'll have a separate ward for him. ”

Looking at the two sailors, Lyanna said seriously.

......

Almost as soon as Lyanna was treating the patient, Rhodes heard the news of the first case of rat fever at Fort Blackhammer. However, with the presence of the priestess, Rhodes did not need to worry so much for the time being, after all, this was only a single case, and as early as two months ago, all the epidemic prevention work had been arranged in place. As long as there are no pathogenic rats in the city, it's not a big problem. After all, the disease cannot be transmitted from person to person.

Rhodes has recently been working with Alves on the use of gold. After two years of development, Blackhammer now has an entire basement full of gold reserves. Since the operation of the bank requires money, not gold, Rhodes is thinking about whether to mint gold into currency and circulate it in the market. Although according to the law, the lords of the kingdom did not have the right to mint gold coins, which belonged to the Tsar Kislev. But if everything is according to the law, nothing can be done.

Blackhammer Fort was located on the frontier, and Rhodes knew that the Queen's hand couldn't reach that far. If there is to be a guard, the most it is to guard against the infiltration of the secret police. Therefore, if you want to mint your own coins, this must be highly confidential. The less people know, the better.

"My advice is not to involve those dwarves. It's not that we don't believe them, but the dwarves are naturally braggarts, and we can't guarantee that these dwarves won't talk nonsense when the time comes. ”

In the gloomy basement, Alves said in a heavy tone. The little dwarf knew the seriousness of the problem, and in fact, Rhodes had never seen him so serious. It can be said that minting coins privately is a betrayal in the eyes of the emperor. But if you want to develop, you can't be afraid of it. Otherwise, with formal channels, Blackhammer would not have been able to develop into a large city like Erlengrad. Not to mention the overthrow of the Ice Queen and the Chaos invasion.

"Well, I think so too. Also, the factory had to be isolated from the rest of the arsenal, and it didn't take much space to mint currency, so my idea was to move the alchemy directly inside the castle and send the most loyal guards to guard the gate, so that it would be relatively safe. ”

"What about the coinmen?"

Alves then asked.

"Let the blacksmith of Blackhammer Fort come, the coinage process is not difficult, as long as the mold is made, ordinary craftsmen can make it, the difference is the degree of similarity. The key is how to make the currency we mint look exactly like the one issued by Kislev. However, the issue of personnel is also a very tricky matter. ”

Rod sighed, people's hearts are unpredictable and unguardable. Unless you mint the coins yourself, you have to worry about your mouth not being tight. But it is obviously unrealistic to mint your own coins.