Section 314 Performance

"What's wrong?" Ashrufat asked casually.

"Your Excellency, General, there is something to mail to you. ”

A package was placed on the desk of Ashrufat's desk. Attached to it was a note stating that it was mail from Eagle Falcon City - magical communication was an expensive means of communication, and ordinary soldiers could only use ordinary letters. At this time, since the city of Neustria had gathered so many people, the number of letters coming and going every day was incalculable. In addition to letters, it is also common to carry items and the like.

Of course, this was a special case, because the army was stationed in the city. As soon as the army left the city of Neustria, this correspondence was completely interrupted.

The package itself is a wooden box covered with leather with a seal attached to it. Notes and seals are intertwined with each other, making it difficult for third parties to secretly open it. The handwriting on the note was unfamiliar, at least not that Ashrufat could not remember seeing it. And it only indicates the recipient, but it does not have the signature of the mailer himself.

Ashrufat picked up the package and shook it. In terms of feel, this thing should be a hard object, and it should be a metal product.

Realizing that it was a metal object, Ashrufat's heart jumped.

The old orderlies were unaware. Although this is not signed by the sender's name, it is not an outrageous thing. On the one hand, in the capacity of Ashrufat, it is normal for someone to send him a gift to increase the distance. On the other hand, there is no danger in a metal product. Even if it's an inappropriate gift, it's just a gift, not a bomb that explodes.

Something that can roll around in a wooden box and make a muffled sound is anything but dangerous.

"Alright, you go down. Ashrufat waved his hand. When the old orderly left, he immediately went over and locked the door, and then used a knife to pry the box open.

Then he saw the thing. Unsurprisingly, it was the magic locator that the Chaos Wizard had given him. It's a strange thing made of metal, and it's so delicate that if you meet someone who doesn't understand it, you can even pretend to be a work of art.

Really...... Well, it's a clever way to do it. Get your things in order and find a chance to drop them on the mail truck that delivers letters and parcels to Newstria City......

A postman who doesn't know anything will deliver it to the recipient. Naturally, they were even more reluctant to slack off on the letters with the name "Ashrufat" written on them. As long as there is no big basket, such as a fire, the package will almost certainly be delivered to Ashrufat.

A cunning and simple method. This also proves from the side that there are still chaotic believers lurking in the city of Neustria at this time. The church's manhunt is not yet complete.

However, Ashrufat was not surprised. To say that the priests of those churches uprooted the Chaos believers in one fell swoop, leaving none behind, that is a rare thing.

However, this is also a clue. Maybe he can start here and find the identity of that bastard believer. However, it is the people on the side of the church who are responsible for tracking down the Chaos believers, and he must find a way to tell the people of the church this clue quietly!

That's right, simple things!

Ashrufat immediately found a metal object in his room—a bronze statue of a horse. The statue had been in this room before Ashrufat came, presumably because the previous owner had found it too cumbersome to take it with him - in short, it was just right.

He went to the next room, where paintbrushes and paints were placed on the table. Ashrufat quickly picked up his pen and drew a pattern with magical meaning on the bronze horse.

This pattern is the one that Marven taught him before and once painted on his chest. Of course, magical patterns drawn with pen and paint do not have any special powers, but the patterns themselves can be considered blasphemous by the priests of the Church.

He blew the paint dry with his mouth, then put the bronze horse back in the wooden box once more. The next thing he had to do was to sue the priests of the church...... It's a very simple thing......

Then he felt the fluctuations of magic. As a magician, he immediately sensed that this was a relatively mild fluctuation, indicating that the magic was not offensive.

Ashruphat turned around and saw Marven unsurprisingly. Just like before, a glowing green figure appeared in the room, smiling.

"Marven. Ashruphat looked surprised. Whether he is pretending or real, at least in Marven's eyes.

"It's me, Lord Count. Marven seemed to have regained his normal grace and politeness, and he bowed. "Long time no see...... Well, it's been quite a while since I've been in touch with you. You know...... Even I have to spend some time dealing with trivial and troublesome things. The last time I said goodbye, I was a little hasty, I'm really sorry. ”

He easily brushed off the last gaffe, and then looked at Ashrufat.

"You seem to be ......, Lord Earl"

"Sure enough, you know something!" Ashrufat's voice darkened. "I've been told that Tzeentch is the best at lying, and now I'm convinced. ”

"Oh, who gave you this false concept. I don't understand what you mean......"

"Of course you know what I mean!" exclaimed Ashrufat. He turned his head to look at the door behind him, but as mentioned earlier, the door had been locked by him, even if any outsiders wanted to enter at this time.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, perhaps...... What misunderstanding did we have?"

"What misunderstanding!" Ashrufat roared angrily. He pulled up his shirt vigorously without aristocratic demeanor, revealing his belly and showing it in front of Marven's eyes. Then he pulled down his clothes and glared at Marven.

Although it was only for a moment, Marven still saw clearly the reason why Ashrufat showed his skin. On Ashrufat, large red spots appeared. No, it can't be said to be spots, but big red sores.

This is......

As a Chaos wizard, especially as a Tzeentch wizard who had faced off with Nurgle's men enough times, he had certainly seen such scenes. This also explains why Ashrufat is still alive and kicking now.

The curse in Ashrufat, or the magic curse that Login used desperately, was not a disease of the kind that could be quickly killed. This is an erosive disease commonly known as "scarlet spots". It starts on the skin with tiny spots, and then these spots grow and erode the skin and become red sores. But this is far from the end, but only the beginning, because the next step will be from the skin, through the muscles to the internal organs, until finally the victim will be in excruciating pain.

On the surface, this is true, but in reality it is a disease caused by a magical curse, that is, the root of the disease is a magical curse, not the skin. It doesn't make sense if the victim forcibly cuts off his skin after noticing the changes in his body. The disease still flares up, gradually eroding the skin, muscles and organs of the human body.

As for the method of treatment...... Well, there are actually ways to fight this disease. This method is also very simple, that is, to worship Nurgle and become an apostle of Nurgle. In this way, the father of the plague naturally shared his power generously with his apostles, and the disease remained, but it would no longer have a lethal effect on man.

It is well known that Nurgle's darling has no dissatisfaction with his illness. If there was a list of how many diseases a favored Nurgle had suffered, it would take several pages of paper. But the darlings of Nurgle were still alive and kicking, spreading the disease everywhere to glorify Nurgle.

"This ......" Marven hesitated. It wasn't quite what he thought, but who knew what the hell Login was up to at the time? Everyone said that there was only a thin line between a genius and a madman, and he knew this very well. If he didn't know anything in the past, at least he did it in the process of dealing with Rokin.

Of course, even a genius can't avoid failing to cast a spell.

"You know, don't you?" asked Ashrufat. "You already knew that Rokin would have this vicious curse when he died...... You already know what happened that day......"

Marven didn't say a word, but a hundred thoughts had already turned in his heart. In the blink of an eye, he had made up his mind.

This Ashruphat is already dead, and Nurgle's curse is not such a simple thing...... However, it seems that there is still enough time for him to squeeze the last share of profit out of Ashrufat.

"I really don't know. An extremely sincere, extremely sincere expression appeared on Marven's face, "I'm sorry. I didn't expect him to use this mad curse in a suicidal way......"

"Hmph!" Ashrufat snorted hard, indicating that he didn't believe what Marven said at all. "What should I do?" exclaimed Ashrufat.

Marven certainly wouldn't say that the disease was incurable, and that the only way was to become Nurgle's apostle. He gave him a pensive look, then asked him to give him a moment to find a way to fight the curse.

Although Ashrufat was very unhappy, he had no choice but to agree. However, he also threatened that if he could not be cured, all contracts and agreements would be null and void.

After Marven's figure disappeared, Ashrufat breathed a sigh of relief. He hid the magically located device, then lifted his clothes and examined them. On his body, there were red abscesses painted with paint - well, he was less confident in his painting skills than in his acting skills. That's why he only gave Marven a look. With a little more time, the Chaos Wizard might be able to see that all of these red sores were painted on his body.