"Cervantes, do you trust me?"

Ziegler was extremely angry in his heart, but he had no choice but to rack his brains to think about how to explain to the black dragon in front of him.

He took a deep breath and said again, "I really didn't deceive you, I didn't spread the plague this time!"

"Ziegler, you have to remember!" Cervantes looked at Ziegler's eyes with a hint of murderous intent, "I never trusted you!"

"Alright, Seth, stop, stop arguing......"

The maid pinched her aching temples and stopped the useless quarrel between the two dragons.

Edith was not able to find any 'inner ghosts', and the inner ghosts that Ziegler said did not exist, so Cervantes put the red dragon in the position of 'suspect'.

Is it really a coincidence? It's just a coincidence, it's just that someone wants to deal with the Duchy of Sorrow, but he just happens to find out about the existence of the plague carrier?

Because he hadn't acted rashly before, the plague carrier was only detonated after meeting Cervantes...... Is that so?

If that's the case, does that mean that the 'detonator' was around there at the time?

Worst of all, he was nearby!

Ziegler's eyes looked through the glass window and saw the infected people gathered in several rooms, their hands and feet tied, and some people crying, but they were much quieter than before.

Because they all knew that Cervantes 'said the same thing', and since he had promised them, he would not break it—but how did they know that Cervantes did not lie because he was too lazy to lie.

No matter what, he's still a cunning black dragon!

Ziegler only then discovered the consequences of not saving dragon products on weekdays, and he dared to promise that he had done nothing, but no one believed that he had really done nothing!

Serena was still able to maintain her basic composure, but there was also a deep fear and suspicion in her eyes...... This is terrible!

"Sera!"

At this time, Latinia came over, and the maid looked over, but when she saw the goddess shaking her head, she couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

Ziegler looked at it too, but when he learned the result, he almost crushed his teeth.

Anger, incomparable anger -

How long has it been since he, Ziegler, has experienced this humiliation and anger?

"Not to mention [the past], I haven't even found the soul of the infected!" Latinia sighed.

[Past Reappearance] can recreate a scene that happened somewhere in three days, but this spell can be blocked, but the means are very cumbersome and expensive, and generally no one will do this kind of trouble.

As for making a person's soul disappear, it couldn't be simpler, any mage can do it, it's just a matter of whether it's easy or not.

Ziegler finally understood at this time that he had been calculated!

Looking at the patients behind the glass windows, Latinia stared at each other and asked in a deep voice, "Tell the truth, Sella, do you really have a cure for this plague?

At this moment, there were nearly forty plague infected people who were concentrated in several large wards, not only the people who were drinking and chatting on the first floor of the hotel at that time, but even the people on other floors of the hotel were also infected, especially Cervantes had not had time to let the fire spread and protect the people on other floors, and by the time he realized it, the plague had already infected those people.

Originally, he wanted to investigate little by little, but he didn't expect that it was not an ordinary plague - although at the beginning, Ziegler told him that this was someone deliberately spreading the plague, and the clue was in ......

"Sewers!" Ziegler's sudden cry startled both the maid and the goddess of wealth, and Cervantes frowned when he heard it.

Without waiting for the maid to answer the Goddess of Wealth's question, he hurriedly asked the black dragon, "Cervantes, have you noticed the 'sewers' before? remember the clues I mentioned to you earlier?

There is no need to recall at all, for the incident of two hours ago, the black dragon still remembers it vividly.

"No!" said Cervantes bluntly, "as soon as I arrived at Egret Boulevard, I was drawn to a peculiar smell and found the three-story inn, and then something like that happened." ”

Ziegler's eyes lit up, then fell silent.

Cervantes had not noticed anything wrong before, and was attracted by a 'peculiar smell' and walked towards the hotel, which showed that during the period between his departure and Cervantes' arrival, someone had already dealt with the 'wrongness' that he had perceived earlier.

Then the fire raged, and the thin ice that had been solidified in the streets and the little snow that had accumulated on the eaves of the houses melted away, turning into a stream of water that flowed into the sewers, and at this point, it was almost impossible to find any clues.

If there were no clues, how could he prove that he had found another clue before?

So, Ziegler took a deep breath and confessed: "I was calculated!"

However, no one chose to believe him.

In the eyes of Cervantes, Ziegler has always been a liar, a happy criminal, a dragon who will do whatever it takes to achieve his ends.

Seeing the look of suspicion in their eyes, even if Ziegler was very angry, he had to admit that he had not done well enough, and if it weren't for the way he had done things before, they would not have been so suspicious of him now.

“...... Ziegler's question is put aside for the time being, he can't run away anyway!"

Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Latinia spoke, and she pressed the maid with a fierce gaze, "Sela, you should answer my previous question!"

"That question?" the maid frowned, "because we've already studied the plague, of course!"

The maid pursed her mouth and looked solemn, but Latinia was stopped by her.

The question was so acute that she wanted to continue to ask, but she was choked by the phrase 'otherwise'.

"How much can the gods save the priests with the power they provide? How many of the priests really take pleasure in helping others, especially since the sick they come into contact with are plague-infected and they themselves are in danger of being infected when they come into contact with them, and how many of them can save these poor people if the gods do not perform miracles?"

The maid pointed to the window, and Latinia couldn't bear to look at it, but was forced by the maid's gaze to dodge.

"It's good for the gods to stop people from studying the plague, but you shouldn't stop it all at once, while you are preventing the spread of the plague and causing a large number of casualties, you are also blocking people's way of life, if we don't study the plague, how can we deal with the plague?"

Behind the glass window, the clergy in heavy protective suits manipulated the divine power to wash over the bodies of the infected, slightly alleviating the symptoms on their bodies, but they could not be completely cured.

"Maid Lady......"

A priest who came out of the ward after being disinfected looked worried, and when he saw Latinia, he hurriedly leaned down and saluted, "Your Majesty Lady Fortune!"

"What's the matter?" asked softly, as the maid turned her head to look at the cleric.

"Yes!"

At the mention of this matter, a complicated look appeared on the priest's face.

"I'm very sorry......" The priest spoke a little slurred, and seeing his attitude, the maid had a sense of foreboding in her heart.

"We can't expel that plague ......," the clergyman's body trembled as he spoke, and only now did he feel fear.

"Neither the Removal of the Curse nor the Removal of the Disease can only alleviate their suffering, but that is only when the positive energy is channeled, and the positive energy has an effect on their bodies...... In fact, probably only the [Cleansing Technique] or higher Divine Technique can heal those patients......"

The implication is already clear, the transcendent priesthood is simply unable to cure these plague-infected people, but how many 'transcendental' priesthood can there be?

Latinia was shocked and completely stunned.

The maid only glanced at her, and a few magic lights lit up on her body, and she walked quickly to the ward, and said without doubt: "Seth, Ziegler, follow me!"

Cervantes snorted softly before he followed: "Thera is willing to give you a chance, but you have to remember clearly, I still don't trust you!"

"I'm still a suspect...... Ziegler temporarily suppressed his anger, "I know it very well!"

He wanted to find clues in those infected by the plague, and then he would kill the man who calculated himself—

Ziegler, do what you say!