Brant's figure landed within the tall and wide courtyard walls, just as he placed the pink candle in his hand, which was shorter, into the spellbook. Several spearmen in charge of the night watch spotted him in the direction of the fall of the white light, and pointed their spears at him with a look of horror. Probably out of fear, their hands holding their spears trembled slightly.

The captain holding the torch pretended to have a fierce look in his eyes and shouted, "Who are you, dare to enter the Count's Mansion in the middle of the night?" but his eyes were also full of panic and shock.

"Brant Tyrelll. Brandt replied in a flat tone.

When the thick-eyed and thick-nosed soldier commander heard this name, he was stunned for a moment, and then opened his eyes wide and carefully looked at the black-haired young man in front of him. He asked, "What proof do you have to prove that you are Master Carter's son?" He had never met Master Carter's son, not anyone else in Rock Harbor. But they had all heard the name, and Lord Carter, at the time of the outbreak of the plague, publicly announced that his son, Brent Tyrell, would succeed the Earl of Rocky Harbor.

Brandt hesitated for a moment, "This is the badge of the Islamic family," he took off the gold badge pinned to his chest and handed it to the other party, "enough to prove my identity!"

The commander held the badge in his hand, and he felt that the badge was quite solid and heavy, and it was pure gold. He looked closely and saw that there were three other gems of different colors set on it. He thought to himself, the gems on them were worth thousands of gold coins, but other than that, he didn't know the badge that glittered in the firelight.

"It only proves that you are from the House of Islam," said the captain, "but it does not prove that you are Brant Tyrrell." "The commander is not stupid, he understands that the identity of a person who can wear such an expensive badge must not be easy. But he will not believe the identity of the other party because of the other party's one-sided words.

Just as Brant was frowning, a tall man in armor hurried towards them with a group of mighty soldiers. Sir Witton Redwin stepped forward and asked, "What's going on? Who is he?"

"Lord Witton," the commander said to the man in front of him, "this is his badge, and he claims to be Brant Tyrell. ”

Sir Witton took the badge from the commander and looked at it, then looked at the young man opposite, "Lord Brandt, you are alone, and what about your retinue?" It is common sense to keep in mind the family crest and the scope of the territory of each liege family. He recognized the badge at a glance, and no noble family in the entire golden land had gems on the badge except for the Islamic family. This is a symbol of noble status, and no other noble lord in the Golden Land dares to surpass it.

"They should still be on their way. Brandt replied. He didn't know if Sir Colin would make it to Rocky Harbor, or maybe they had already returned to Boulder. After all, they didn't know they were already in Rocky Harbor.

"My lord," said Sir Witton in a slightly respectful tone, "I'll take you back to your room first." ”

"Can you take me to meet him first?" Brandt should have replaced him with the title 'father', but he couldn't say it.

Sir Witton was stunned for a moment, "This...... My lord, I'm afraid this will not work. ”

"Why not?" Brant asked.

"Lord Earl, he'......"

Brandt asked impatiently, "What's wrong with him?"

"Lord Earl," Sir Witton explained to him, "and his face has changed beyond recognition, and it is very frightening, and I am afraid that the appearance of my lord will scare you." This is just an excuse for him, but in fact, his real concern is that he is afraid that he will be infected.

"Take me to him, I want to see him. Brandt's cold voice was filled with irresistible majesty.

"It's... It's my lord," said Lord Witton, with some trepidation, "I'll take you there." ”

Brandt followed the other through the front yard of the mansion and into a narrow tunnel beneath the castle, at the end of which a thick, heavy iron gate appeared before them.

The dark, damp basement smelled of foul odor, and several faintly lit torches hung from the walls around it.

At Sir Witton's behest, Brandt wrapped a thick mask around his face, and he slowly moved towards the opposite one. It was a scene he had seen, it had come to his mind, almost exactly as it had been then. "On a huge bed, a middle-aged man with red and swollen body and pus-filled face was lying dying, and the only thing I could see was those expectant eyes. 」

Sir Witton paused and whispered to the side, "Your Excellency, you can't get any closer. ”

Brant just looked at the body lying on the stone bed opposite, they were more than ten feet apart, but he could see the other's eyes, which were almost covered by pustules of blood, with a look of expectation. His mood at the moment was complicated, and he couldn't find any words to describe his feelings.

After a long time, Brant uttered a cold word, "Burn this place down." "He is no longer suffering from pain, it is time for him to be completely freed.

"Your Excellency," Sir Witton suggested, "it is customary for Lord Carter's body to be buried outside the harbour, and the funeral prayers are to be read by Lord Bishop Griffin himself. ”

"No, it's burning here. Brandt replied. Everyone is equal before death, and any stupid action will cause more people to spread the disease.

Sir Witton hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yes, sir. "He did not dare to disobey the orders of the future Earl of Rocky Harbor, even if it did not conform to the so-called tradition.

After leaving the basement, Lord Witton looked up and asked the soldiers guarding the walls, "What's going on outside, where is the noise?"

"My lord, the outcasts outside say that the Father has come to earth," the soldier called out to him, turning and bowing his head, "and at this moment he fell in the Earl's Mansion." ”

"It's ridiculous, it's just unreasonable. "Sir Witton no longer believes in Christianity, and if there really is a zài god, then how can a god who is deeply believed and worshipped by the people allow such a terrible catastrophe in the world.

"The white light they spoke of was me. Blatter sued him. He turned and walked to the corner of the wall, and climbed the stone staircase to the wall, and he looked down at the dense figure under the castle. Their eyes were full of hope and faith, and they prayed earnestly for the Father to appear before them and guide them, for the Father to deliver them from the plague.

After thinking for a long time, Brant decided that the only thing he could do at this moment was to pretend to be a disciple of the Heavenly Father and bring hope to these people who were wrapped in fear and despair.

A cloud of white light suddenly appeared on the city walls, and then hovered above the castle. Brandt looked down at the people below him, and he solemnly declared, "I am a disciple of the Father, and the loving and merciful Father has sent me to help you and to convey His will to the salvation of believers who are suffering from suffering and sickness." ”

"Thank you, Heavenly Father," a gray-robed papal priest in the crowd humbly asked, "what does Heavenly Father need from his devout followers?"

"Heavenly Father needs sacrifices," Brandt swore in the name of Heavenly Father, "and he will guide the devout believers to banish and destroy the demons that are hiding in this city." ”

"Tell the followers of the Father, what sacrifice does the Father need?"

Brandt continued his lie, "All the animals in the whole Rocky Harbor, including cows, sheep, pigs, and other domestic animals, must be sacrificed to the Father. Slaughter these beasts and then burn them to ashes. "This is the first step to effectively prevent the spread of the plague, and he must do it. Even if it's a lie, it's a white lie.

"We will offer the sacrifices that the Father needs," the priest humbly pleaded, "please guide us, where is the devil hiding?" He did not have the slightest doubt, but reverently believed that the young man suspended in mid-air and glowing with white light was the priest of the Heavenly Father.

"Burning every patient of the Black Death, encompassing all those with suspicious symptoms. "They are the embodiment of the devil, the beings of evil, who have brought this terrible plague and must be burned to death." ”

"Burn them, burn them. ”

"Burn them, burn demons ......"

At this moment people have fallen into a frenzied belief that they are pinning all their hopes on it.