"It's not going to work like this......"

Ziegler felt more and more that his current identity had become a limitation, and that not being able to show his face in front of others meant that he could not do many things.

Now many dragons have come to the Slo Mendes Continent from the Southern Continent, but they are all operating in other places, and none of them have come here like him and gone straight to the Duchy of Sorrowful Wind.

This winter in the Mendes Continent has been completely lively, and the same is true on the Sloan Continent, especially in the Sloh Continent, it is still summer, and the dragons will not sleep to death because the winter is warm, and the dragons over there are full of vitality.

Because there are not too many dragons here in the Duchy of Sorrow, there is an illusion that 'the world is very peaceful'.

Most dragons are too lazy to compete with intelligent beings for territory, and a few dragons will live with humans, but there are still some idle dragons led by red dragons who choose to fight with intelligent beings, and they don't know what kind of madness they are making.

The Free City-States Alliance didn't know that he had returned, but after the dragons poured into the continent, they would know from some dragons that he Ziegler had returned to this world and had come to the continent of Slo Mendes early.

After that, the Alliance of Free City-States may not have anyone to trouble him, after all, there are a few 'parties' who are still alive.

It was tiring not to show his face and to try his best to hide his identity, and after a few months of living in the Duchy of Sorrow, Ziegler was a little irritable.

Either whitewash this identity, or change your identity, but if you change your identity, you have to ensure that your identity will not be exposed, which is also very troublesome, so it's better to whitewash it once and for all.

But how exactly is he going to be whitewashed?

With this question in mind, he found Cervantes who was hanging out near the Mage Tower, and in winter, the adventurers and mercenaries who were operating in the Valley of Gold returned to Windcity, some of them were not very clean, so it was easy to find Cervantes there in recent times.

"Huh?" The black dragon glanced sideways at Ziegler, "You?"

"It's not an easy day to hide your head and tail...... Red Dragon sighed, crouching with Cervantes in a dark corner on the side of the road, even though the two of them looked conspicuous, no one noticed them.

The puppet girl stood aside and pulled out a burger from the paper bag, the red dragon's heart was not fully capable of functioning her needs, but luckily the arcanists had designed her digestive function in the first place.

“...... What did you do before?" asked Cervantes with a cold snort.

"Oh, nothing ......"

Ziegler scratched at his hair in shame, "Just studied the plague a little bit or something......"

Cervantes stopped his gaze wandering over the pedestrian, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to the distance.

The red dragon looked along the black dragon's fingertips and saw the tall white building standing behind the mage tower.

The building is white, and like several other buildings in the vicinity, there is a corridor that connects to the Mage Tower, but not on the same floor.

The tall white building, six or seven stories high, with a red cross hanging from the façade wall, was the building that Ziegler had heard of, and the people of Windtown called it the 'Hospital'.

"Do you see it? Hospital, do you know what's going on there?"

Cervantes's tone was bad, but Ziegler didn't feel anything wrong, because the black dragon at least talked to him now compared to before, and he didn't even want to pay attention to talking to him before.

"Yes!" Ziegler smiled, "the cost of seeing a doctor is not expensive, although it is not a cure, but fortunately, the price is cheap—one of the biggest differences between Wende City and other metropolises. ”

"With all the precautions in place, there are also people there who are working on the 'plague'. ”

Hearing this, Ziegler was stunned.

He blinked, plucked out his ears again, and carefully recalled what Cervantes had said earlier, only to realize that he had heard it correctly.

Ziegler looked up at the hospital, his eyes full of confusion as he looked at the white building, and he took a deep breath before calming down a little.

"Cervantes, what you said is true?"

When looking at the black dragon, Ziegler felt like he was looking at a madman.

Originally, he thought he was crazy enough, but he didn't expect that in this city, he met an even more crazy existence than him.

"Aren't the gods of the world of Assatom and the nations strictly forbidden to 'study the plague'?" Ziegler couldn't understand!

From Cervantes's words just now, he seems to have heard something not very good.

Studying the plague was a dragon business for him, and he had never seen an official organization study the plague except for cultists and psychically twisted plague mages.

"I know what you're trying to say, but it's Sera's order, the people who study the plague, in addition to a few 'doctors', there are also a few mages. ”

In Ziegler's horrified eyes, Cervantes calmly pointed to his head, "I'm not crazy, and neither is Serra, we haven't told Latinia about this for the time being, because we haven't found a solution to a plague yet." ”

"Wait! You study the plague to solve the plague?"

As soon as the black dragon's voice fell, Ziegler hurriedly asked.

Now, his mind is completely confused, and the idea of studying the plague is actually to solve the plague? This idea is not wrong, it can even be said to be very correct!

But isn't there a miracle to cure the plague, and if the plague leaks, it will lead to the death of many people!

"Sera says she's not a good person, but she's not a bad person either, and she doesn't like to slaughter...... Studying the plague or something, I supported her from the beginning. Cervantes suddenly stood up and moved himself in the shadows.

Before Ziegler could react, he squatted on the ground and looked up at the black dragon, at this moment the black dragon's face had been obscured by shadows, and he couldn't see the look on the black dragon's face.

"Actually, I don't care about a lot of things, whether the plague leaks or not, whether I can develop a solution, it doesn't matter to me, it's just that Sella wants to do it, then I'll support her. ”

After stretching a little, Cervantes swallowed a breath of air into his lungs, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Looking down at Ziegler, the black dragon grinned, "Ziegler, don't be too surprised, in Thella's mind, there are many crazy thoughts for this world, far beyond your imagination. It's easy for you to whitewash, and you can even continue to research the plague, as long as you can find a solution to the plague in these months - even if it's just one, then you'll be able to whitewash. There is nothing that cannot be defeated, and for the plague, it may be that humanity has been losing ground before, and can only abandon the pawn to protect the car, but now it is different!"

"In the future, the world will be far more exciting than you imagined!"

With that, Cervantes stepped out of the dark corner of the street and appeared in the sunlight.

The sun had just melted the snow of last night, and the ground was so wet that it seemed to have condensed a thin layer of ice, and people walked cautiously, except for Cervantes striding a meteor.

"Hey!"

Still crouching in that dark corner, Ziegler saw the black dragon hold down a thief's shoulder, and smiled at him viciously, "Come with me?"

The cacophony faded away, and at this moment, the red dragon seemed to be standing outside the world.

"Funny ......"

Ziegler's eyes lit up and a big smile bloomed on his face, "It's so funny!"

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