The furnishings in the room gave Cervantes a clue.

A man lived here for eighteen days, rarely leaving the room except for eating and excreting, but the quilts and pillows were neatly placed on the bed, and the tables and chairs were not moved.

The quilt was torn and the pillow was browned by the smoke and fire, but then he extinguished the flames, so it was still clear that neither the quilt nor the pillow had been used—at least not recently.

The tables and chairs were neatly placed together, proving that the inn had done its job according to the maid's request.

In order to facilitate inspections and improve the hygienic environment, the Wende City Hall has issued a decree requiring every hotel and tavern that provides a place for outsiders to rest must do a good job of hygiene, and every two months will conduct a health and safety inspection, and if you do not do a good job of sanitation according to the requirements, you will be fined.

The aim is to prevent the spread of some contagious diseases, which are often breeding grounds for diseases.

The decree was initially criticized, as there was no precedent for it, and many hotels did not provide very good or even poor living conditions.

Both innkeepers and adventurers complained about it, but after a short time they received an explanation from the town hall and received a one-sided compliment.

Whatever the purpose, this decree helped Cervantes.

I don't know if the goddess of fortune has come to see it, but Cervantes turned and walked out of the inn and appeared in front of the people.

"Your Lord!"

When the surrounding guards saw Cervantes appear, they immediately saluted.

The police and paladins alike were surprised by Cervantes' sudden appearance, and none of them found out when their lord had entered the inn, but they were quick to react, and the Black Dragon Grand Duke's regular haunting was very impressive.

"Are there any priests who have memorized [the past]?" asked Cervantes.

This is a three-ring divine art, whether it is the goddess of wealth or the god of radiance, or the god of knowledge, they all have related fields, and the [knowledge] field is quite important for every god, so they did not have the [knowledge] field before becoming gods, and after becoming gods, they will also do their best to master this field.

Their clergy are also qualified to acquire this divine art, they do not need to learn it, they only need to pray to their faith and choose the 'universal divine art' they want to learn from the 'faith network'.

Among the priests, only a few of the divine arts are directly given by the gods, and the rest can be chosen by themselves.

[Past Reappearance] is a three-ring universal magic technique, but it doesn't have much effect, and there may not be many priests who have learned and memorized it.

After looking left and right for a while, a paladin standing on the periphery raised his hand: "Lord Lord, I remember ......"

Cervantes couldn't help but look at this paladin a few more times, and when he saw the emblem engraved on his armor and weapons, he understood.

This is a paladin of the Church of Knowledge, and even peace-loving scholars need to have some protection, otherwise, they will not be able to protect themselves and the 'knowledge' they love - the world has never been peaceful.

Cervantes nodded, raised his hand, and a ring of fire ignited around the paladin, startling them.

"Come in with me, I need your help!"

That being said, Cervantes' strong attitude only made the paladin hesitate for a moment, and then he took a step and followed the black dragon into the inn.

He knew that there had been a plague outbreak in the inn, and he had seen the doctors who had come to disinfect the inn in and out of the inn in heavy hazmat suits.

Even though he knew that the 'disinfection work' had already been carried out here, his natural fear of the plague made him hesitate.

However, thinking that the lord would protect himself, and that there were also colleagues in the church who had [Remove Disease], the paladin only hesitated for a moment and followed in the footsteps of the lord.

Cervantes took the paladin to the room and pointed to the ground: "Look here, I need to know what has happened here in the last three days." ”

The paladin nodded nervously, swallowed, closed his eyes and began to channel the 'power' he had received from the gods.

Lights and shadows from the past reappeared in front of Cervantes, images projected from the river of time flashing before his eyes, and the paladin's eyes widened as he watched the flames go from extinguishing to burning, and from burning to disappearing.

The reversing sight made the corners of Cervantes' mouth slowly turn up, and his eyes reflected the figure of the 'tuberculosis ghost' who suddenly appeared in the room—without warning, he suddenly appeared in this room!

"Stop!"

The paladin subconsciously stopped the magic and began to play normally according to the lord's order.

The room was empty, the quilts and tables and chairs were neatly placed in their place, and then a young man suddenly appeared in front of them, walked to the back of the door, opened the door and took the food from the waiter through the crack in the door, but he did not eat it, but poured all the food into a cloth bag, and waited until the next time it disappeared, put the remaining dishes in the door, and then took the cloth bag away.

It's a mage!

Cervantes was sure that no one but a mage possessed such abilities.

Whether it's a teleportation spell or a [Extradimensional Cabin], it can make this young man disappear into this room.

Then, the paladin began to play faster, and the last time the young man appeared, he was already a 'tuberculosis ghost', with a pale face and a cough.

The time was supposed to be this morning, and his explanation to the clerk was that he 'contracted the wind chill, and when the snow stopped today, he would go to the hospital'...... However, when the snow stopped, he also died!

Cervantes, who was originally in a somewhat relaxed mood because he had discovered the truth, turned gloomy again.

This guy is behind this?

In other words, they simply have no way to judge and torture this guy?

He's dead, and even his soul is gone!

Taking a deep breath, Cervantes let go of his clenched fists, and suddenly felt like everything was getting a little boring.

Gathering strength to throw a punch into the air, a punch to the air, and nothing happens, this feeling is particularly gruesome.

"Damn it!" After scolding, Cervantes looked at the paladin beside him with a look of disbelief, and saw that he was looking at him cautiously.

Sighing, Cervantes waved his hand: "You go down first, I'll check it out here - by the way, don't talk about this matter yet!"

The paladin nodded again and again, observing the black dragon's face and eyes, before slowly walking out.

Hasn't Latinia been here to see it?

Shortly after the paladin walked out, Cervantes suddenly thought of something.

If he had thought of it, had Latinia not thought of it, had she only been at the corner of the stairs [in the past]?

If that was the case, how could she ignore it, and if not, what was the sight that had appeared before his eyes before?

He asked Serena a question, and the maid told him the answer she had received from the goddess of wealth—

'No, Latinia said, she had seen it in that room, and that person was really just an ordinary person!'