For the next month, Kant spent the next month surveying with Adonius or Croretz, sometimes helping to supervise the repair of the troops.

Every other week, the Courier brings new information from Dehrim to the main city, traveling between the two cities.

As the deadline for the scheduled return trip approached, Kant's mission to Durandal was also approaching.

Escaping the stormy period in the desert, Kant officially set out on his return journey one afternoon with a pile of materials he had personally collected.

"Lord, be careful on the road." Krowriz said.

"Okay, I'll be in trouble with Durandell." Kant mounted his camel and said to Croretz and Adunis, who had walked out of the city gates.

"We will definitely complete Durandel's project as you have requested, my lord." Adunis said.

"Well, goodbye." Kant replied with a gratifying nod.

As soon as the words fell, the squire leading the group at the front began to move forward on camels.

Under the watchful eye of Adunis and Croretz, Kant's party left the city gates and disappeared into a barren desert.

From Durandal to Dehrim's main city, it will take about a week.

When Kant felt like he was sweating through the innermost layer of his clothes under the blazing sun. I couldn't help but think in my heart: maybe there should be a shortcut between the two cities or something, such a trek is too tiring for the migrant workers who need to travel between the two places busily.

"How long is it until we get to Decherim?" At dinner time, Kant asked casually to the waiter who brought the dishes.

"Listen to the advice of the guards, you should be able to arrive before dark." The squire replied cautiously.

"Okay, I got it." Kant nodded, motioning for him to step aside.

After the meal, Kant walked out of the tent and walked outside. After hearing the news that someone fainted after eating tonight. He immediately walked up to the captain of the guard and asked, "I heard that a soldier fainted today, is it because of heat stroke?" ”

"Report to the lord, the soldier did faint from heat stroke." The captain of the guard reported.

"Except for the one who suffered from heat stroke, are the other soldiers still unwell?" Kant asked.

"There was only one person who fainted, and when I received dinner today, two of the fighters called in sick. It seems that I am also unwell because of the hot weather. The captain of the guard said.

"What about our medical team?" Kant thought of something and asked.

"After receiving the news, the medics have gone to take care of the three men." The captain of the guard said.

Kant listened to the words of the captain of the guard and temporarily relaxed.

"Take me to see it." Kant commanded.

The captain of the guard was ordered to take Kant to the tent where the heatstroke soldiers were housed.

Kant saw all three soldiers lying on their recliners, each with two medics examining and treating them.

After the head of the medical corps team saw Kant coming, he quickly got up from the seat on the side, walked in front of Kant and saluted: "Lord." ”

"Hmm." Kant continued to look around the room and asked, "What is the condition of these soldiers?" ”

"The other two are fine, after taking a pair of medicines, their body temperature gradually returned to normal levels." The captain of the medical corps said: "The state of the soldier who fainted is a little troublesome, and his consciousness is still not very clear. Drugs didn't work much either. ”

"Is the effect of heat stroke so severe?" Kant wondered, "You must do your best to heal." And keep an eye on his state at all times. Well... Just in case, the other two soldiers, who had ruled out the danger, were arranged to rest in other camps. ”

Heat stroke should not cause such a serious follow-up reaction, Kant has already made up his mind in his heart, although he doesn't know why, but the soldier in front of him obviously caused other illnesses to become what he is now.

If it is an old physical disease, then the situation may be pulled out of a new change at any time.

You have to be observant.

After careful instructions, Kant returned to his camp.

It's late, it's almost time to rest.

Kant extinguished the candlestick in front of the bed and fell asleep in his clothes.

"Lord!! Suzerain!!! "In the early morning, someone shouted loudly outside the tent.

Kant was awakened sleepily and his mind was in turmoil.

When the people outside the door opened the door and walked in, Kant would put on his coat neatly.

Being woken up at such an early time, Kant still held back a small wave of anger in his heart.

But when he saw that the person who came was the captain of the medical corps, Kant's heart began to feel faintly uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Kant calmed down and asked.

"A vision occurred in the soldier's body." The Medic Captain gasped in response.

When Kant heard this, a chill rushed up his heart from the soles of his feet.

His worst fears had happened.

Stepping on his boots, Kant immediately ran to the camp where he had been last night.

There were two medics standing outside the tent, and when they saw Kant, they immediately stopped him and said, "Lord, the soldiers may have contracted the plague, and now you can't go in." ”

"No, I'm going to go in and have a look." Kant replied with a firm expression.

"Hmm." The two soldiers glanced at each other, seemingly embarrassed. Then one of the medics took off the closed medical gown he was wearing and handed it to Kant: "Then trouble the lord, you have to put this on." ”

Kant quickly took it from the medic's hand, put it on with his hands and feet, lifted the curtain and walked in.

There were several medics busy in the tent.

A curtain of isolation was erected near the beds of the soldiers infected with the plague.

Despite this, all those who moved within the tent wore the same overalls as Kant's.

Shortly after Kant entered the camp, the medic captain hurriedly came over in his overalls. Follow behind Kant.

"When did you find out that a soldier was infected with the plague?" Kant asked.

"Before dawn today." The leader of the medical team replied.

When Kant learned the exact time, he nodded and walked over to the soldier's position.

"Lord." The leader of the medical team stopped slightly.

"It's fine." Kant waved his hand.

Lifting the curtain around the bed, he walked inside, and saw the soldier lying unconscious on the bed: the soldier's exposed skin was covered with red rashes, as if he had some terrible skin disease. Even though Kant was wrapped in his overalls, he still smelled a stench on the tip of his nose.