The sudden fire and the roar of the dragon that suddenly resounded throughout the city alarmed the people in the vicinity, who looked into the street and saw a beating flame.

The shimmering shroud of the hemisphere shrouded the hotel, and Cervantes looked ugly, as he reined in his dragon power and stood to control the fire while watching Ziegler and the other doctors in protective suits busy in the crowd.

The wooden pillars of the inn and the flames on the ground were still burning, to prevent the plague from escaping, and even though the place was now shrouded in a shield, Cervantes was not at ease.

By the time he thought the flames could burn up the sudden outbursts of gas, most of them had already been burned, but a small number of them had passed through the flames, infecting half of the hotel with the plague.

The sudden outbreak made Cervantes sure that someone wanted to deal with them!

"It's the kind of ...... I researched."

Ziegler's face was also unsightly, and after emergency treatment was prepared, he stood aside to look after the plague-infected patients.

The doctors he brought with him on the flying magic carpet were treating the patients urgently, and Ziegler's face became even more gloomy when he heard the pain and cries of the infected.

"The name of the plague is 'cyst', it is a plague with a short incubation period and is easy to modify, if the 'user' of the plague is a necromancer or a druid or plague mage, then this plague may have abilities similar to [poison blast]. As long as the plague is still incubating, the user can follow the pre-set instructions to detonate the plague!" Ziegler said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

This is the plague he had studied, but compared to the time he first studied, this plague was already considered a 'variant'.

It is more contagious, and outbreaks come more rapidly.

The face of the person who was eroded by the sudden burst of poisonous gas was already abscessed, and in the slightly more serious case, there was already a pustule on the body.

"It's itchy, it's itchy!"

"Please, let me catch it!

"Ahh......h It hurts!"

People infected with the plague were helped by the belts that the doctors had prepared at the beginning, and their bodies were tied to a piece of wood, so that they could not scratch or rub the pustules on their bodies with their hands.

The arms of the doctors who should have been hard-hearted were shaking when they heard these pleas.

Heavy breathing came from the filter, and it was clear that the doctors were not at peace, and they were afraid that they would be infected with the plague.

The protective suits were already covered with sweat, and the heat around them was invading their bodies, tired their spirits, and it only took ten minutes to slow down their hands a lot.

Cervantes frowned at this, and the fire in the scorched inn slowly grew smaller until it disappeared completely.

After the fire was extinguished, the doctors were finally able to relax, but at this time they were holding back not to let themselves look into the eyes of the infected, because the research on the plague was not yet complete, and they were not able to conquer any of the plagues, so they did not have much confidence that they could cure the infected.

They couldn't bear to look at the eyes full of pleading, but they didn't know that because of their indifference and 'hard-heartedness', the infected were gradually losing confidence and expectation.

"Yes, can you cure me?!"

One of the infected people endured the itching and pain on his body, and with the last hope in his eyes, he cried out in a crying voice: "My parents are still waiting for me to go back at home, can they cure me? Can they cure me? Your Excellency just said, you can cure us!

His words caused a commotion among the other patients, and at that moment, a determined voice rang out: "Yes!"

They turned their heads and saw the lord with his hands folded over his chest, and repeated, "I can guarantee that we will be able to heal you!" but first, you must have faith in the doctors, in us, in the possibility that you will survive in the future, otherwise, even if we have the technology to cure the plague, we will not be able to cure you. Otherwise, before that, you would have given up your lives out of despair!"

"Got it?"

Cervantes ditched his hippie smile and replaced it with a resolute face, "If you want to live, you have to have the will to survive!

Ziegler saw hope reignited in the eyes of those infected who had been stricken with the plague, and heard their loud responses.

Not teasing like he used to be, he was thinking now.

“...... Someone may have recognized me. ”

After thinking for a moment, Ziegler said to Cervantes: "'Cyst', I am the plague I studied at the beginning, and I am also studying in this direction - this variant has a stronger infectivity and a shorter incubation period and an outbreak period! ”

"Also, I've been working on plague research lately, and it's at this critical juncture when I'm about to finish my research......"

Hearing the Red Dragon's words, Cervantes took a deep breath, "You mean...... Is there an inner ghost?"

"Wouldn't you think it was too much of a coincidence?" Ziegler said in a low voice, looking at the infected who had regained their confidence, "everything, it was too much of a coincidence—do you know how I knew there was a plague here? It was because I smelled 'that smell,' which I had studied, and who I was all too familiar with! ”

"Recently, I have restarted this research project, but in a different direction...... If there's really no connection, then it's a coincidence!"

Cervantes was silent, closed his eyes for a few seconds, opened them again, and said, "I informed Sera that she was on her way with the hospital's ambulance and had asked Edith to investigate." ”

Da Da Da!

The sound of horses' hooves rang out in the streets, along with the sound of wheels rolling, and civilians on both sides of the streets, shivering in their homes and having no idea what was happening, were watching all the time.

They saw some clergymen in white and gold robes stepping out of the carriage, and some paladins on horseback, looking around.

Did something big happen?

Just as their doubts began to arise, another carriage came from the other side of the street, and even the church's carriage was driven forward by the coachman to make room for the convoy that followed.

What's going on?

When people became more and more panicked, the sharp-eyed people noticed that the maid and the lady of fortune were coming together.

Shortly after the two ladies entered the blackened hotel, the men who had stepped out of the later motorcade, dressed in odd clothes and shrouded in black robes, lifted something from the hotel that looked like people......

Moans and cries of pain reached the ears of the people, who looked at the scene in disbelief.

The paladin, who finally sensed that something was wrong, called on the people to close their doors and windows and not to leave the house easily, but the tragic situation of those people was deeply engraved in people's minds.

Exposed body parts are covered with pustules...... Hideous complexion...... Screaming and groaning in pain......

This reminds people of the horrors that they once learned from the mouths of some old people -

"Plague!"

An old man who had experienced the plague trembled with his hands and feet, and with a sad face, he cried out to his children: "O plague!"

Forty-eight years ago, the Grim Wind Leader suffered from a plague, and he survived that plague!

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