Grace spreads her sturdy wings and glides down with a gentle agitation. She skimmed through the deserted streets, the towering walls of Glow City, and the Praetorian Guards trained in the forecourt, and finally landed safely in the royal griffon's garden.

The girl straightened up and lifted the thick cloth hood used to keep out the wind, revealing a pale pink ponytail tied in a bunch. She rubbed the griffon's neck in thanks, fed him a small strip of bacon, and slid lightly to the ground.

"You're back, Master Yufie."

The trainer of the griffon garden came briskly and saluted her respectfully.

"Her Majesty Maroline has asked me to convey to you, that you can go to her at any time. The current word...... She was probably in the throne hall. ”

After returning from the Federation, Yuffie and Lynn, who became high-level wizards, were unsurprisingly valued by Maroline. The Empress gave Lynn a laboratory several times more spacious than it had been, as well as many valuable potions materials and equipment; She was invited to attend every court meeting as a court wizard, witnessing how the Empress handled government affairs and advising the other party.

The aristocrats, who had looked down on Lynn, also rushed to show their favor to them, and handed over invitations to private tea parties—but unfortunately neither Lynn nor she were interested in those gatherings. Incidentally, in order to save money on Glow City, Maroline banned all large balls and banquets, and those who violated the ban were subject to hefty fines.

In their spare time, the two usually wander the streets together, exploring this city that is still bustling with undercurrents and unrest. Occasionally, she studied alone in the tower, while Lynn trained with the Griffin Knights—her friends, including the Tamer, who got along well with everyone.

"Lady Grace will leave it to us." Another trainer tossed a piece of fresh meat at the griffon, watched it latch onto it, and cocked its neck to swallow, "Make sure she's taken care of!" ”

"Thank you."

Yuffie smiled and nodded, took off his heavy cloak with a hood, and handed it to the trainer on the side.

She tied back her somewhat loose hair, smoothing out the folds of her dress a little. It was a short crimson velvet coat, gloves with gold threads, light-colored bloomers, and lambskin boots. Her modified federation clothing.

The traditional wizard's robes are not suitable for long journeys on griffins, and they are easy to tie up in battle; But as a court wizard, the daughter of the prince of the empire, she can't dress too casually.

Rising status means more responsibility, but for them, there are still more good things than bad things. The girl thought with some pleasure as she walked through the cool and still green atrium to the throne hall where the government was used.

The palace was more popular than it had been a few days ago—the Empress had brought in a number of men from the north, and officials who had been imprisoned or expelled by Rogman had returned to the royal city to fill their long-vacant positions. She meets the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Fran Martell, whom she met in prison, and complains about what mess Rogman has left behind, how many holes in his finances need to be filled, and how difficult it is to maintain the credibility of the royal family.

"Maybe it shouldn't be that bad." Yuffie followed her instincts and spoke softly to reassure, "Risk and gain are always two sides of the same coin, and Her Majesty the Empress is also a ruler to look forward to." So, those businessmen who are good at seizing opportunities will soon take the initiative to come to you. ”

The man frowned, glanced at her, and his mouth pursed into a line.

"What did you mean about Phil's vampires...... If they don't ask for a lot of money, I really want to thank them. He sighed, "Anyway, let's do it together." ”

Yuffie walked side by side with him through the long carpeted hallway, separated at a corner. Then the maiden walked forward alone, through a half-open side door, to the waiting room that connected to the throne hall for the visitors.

The room was packed with people.

Crowds lined up in irregular lines around the door, or each looking for an empty spot to sit on the ground. They were young and old, dressed differently, with different expressions on their faces—angry, sad, or anxious, but there was no peace or joy in sight.

Only then did she remember that today was the second day of the week, the royal family's usual day of visit.

The day-to-day affairs of the empire were usually divided into categories by the Civil Affairs Department and then assigned to appropriate officials, and rarely decided by the emperor or nobles. The only exception is this day: by law, all lords can apply to face the emperor directly, make suggestions, ask for help, or report notable discoveries on that day.

Rogman repealed this policy later in his administration, and Maroline added it back. The Empress even declared that anyone could request to meet her at any time if there was a real emergency—it was up to her to decide whether to receive her or not.

It's a tiring and time-consuming affair, but Yuffie understands Maroline's thoughts. The loyalty of the Praetorian Guard left behind by the previous emperor was in doubt, and the intelligence system had not yet been fully rebuilt. Under the successive bad news, the entire imperial capital is still panicked; The almost daily chaos of all sizes, large and small, left the civil magistrates and sheriffs at a loss of skill.

The current approach is indeed inefficient, but at least it has the opportunity to help them detect the problem earlier.

She cautiously made her way past the crowd and through the two guards guarding the door. There was no one on the throne, and below the steps were familiar faces - Duke Moore, Earl Crent, Countess Leslin, Governor of the Interior, Hilde, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and, of course, Barak as General of the Empire, and Annaville as Viscount.

The guards on either side of the hall wore cuirasses etched with rose-red thorn patterns and held sharp spears with red-tipped tips. It was the elite soldier that Mallorine had brought from the north, known as the "Iron Guard of Thorns". The girl could tell at a glance that the equipment was infused with an automatic magic - the spear could prevent the enemy's wounds from healing, while plundering the life and magic in the opponent's body, making the armor more indestructible.

Yuffie walked to the right side of the throne and sat down next to Annaville, chatting with the other party about Lynn's trivia. It wasn't long before the bell of the church of San Leon rang in the distance, and the huge bronze door turned inward. At the loud proclamation of the guards, the red-haired empress, wearing a griffin crown and the golden and black robe of the emperor, walked through the hall unhurriedly.

"Greetings to Maroline Mira Oriel, King of the Ancient Empire, Guardian of the Kamal and Valor of the North!"

The ministers stood up together, including Yufie. The Empress walked steadily up the steps, straightened her back, and sat down in the middle of the black throne with gilded trim, like Rogman the maiden had ever seen.

Maroline is naturally not Rogman. Yuffie had only seen the 'brave man' once, and the others had heard from his father not long ago. Clovis told her that Rogman Orel was very good at recruiting talent more than ten years ago, and that many of today's beloved officials, as well as Barak and Hughes of the "brigade", were entrusted with important tasks by the emperor himself.

…… Of course, Kulen Dahl, Yuffie thought to himself.

"Sit down." The Empress pressed her palms down, then rested her elbows on the back of her chair, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Barak, "Long time no see, General." What good news did you bring with you? ”

The "wolf herder" stood up and saluted. "I contacted Hylancia. She is currently in the Kingdom of Leiding, helping the Fritzians readjust to life on land. "She promised to meet you when she was done with the business." ”

"Fritz people...... What a nosy girl, your "Silver Witch". Maroline teased without malice, looked at Yuffie and hooked the corners of her mouth, "You haven't seen you in three days." What was the Federation's response? ”

"Most wizards are busy with their own research and topics, but some of them are willing to share their work with the Empire." The girl stepped forward and handed a scroll of paper to the other party, "There are nineteen people who are willing to come to the imperial capital. The report contains information about them, as well as all the research results that are important to us. ”

The Empress spread out the scroll and spent more than half a minute reading it from top to bottom, nodding her head in satisfaction.

"It's up to you to keep in touch with them. As for the research results, if you think the price is right, talk to Fran yourself. He's on pretty good terms with you, right? ”

"Those are two different things." The girl shook her head and chuckled, "If I can't convince him that those things are profitable, it's harder to get money from him than to get a loan from Phil." ”

The crowd laughed in understanding. Maroline's expression softened a little, and she coughed lightly twice, bringing the scene back to calm.

"That means he's a qualified Chancellor of the Exchequer." The Empress commented, then retracted her smile, "Kevins, Hild, and the rest of you. Do you have something to say? ”

Kevins stepped forward and claimed that the Queen's steady food prices and relief measures were in place, and that the recruitment and training of new recruits and the voluntary recruitment of veterans were well underway - after all, there was no 'wine of blessing' this time. Hilde brought good news - the northern Elnaites had promised not to interfere in the Empire's civil wars, and the Phil Federation's patriarch, Hameis Felton, had decided to maintain a trade pact with the royal capital. Maroline simply praised the two and ignored Duke Moore's slightly disgruntled gaze.

So back to today's topic. Call them here, guards. Start with those who don't believe in Edda. ”

The first audience soon came to the throne. It was a middle-aged man with a slight fortune, dressed in a fairly delicate robe and gold-rimmed monocles, but his demeanor was swept away by a tightly furrowed brow.

"We ...... We came back from the south side before. But halfway through, three days ago, we were ...... by those gangs. The cultists robbed it. A whole convoy of food, Your Majesty. The man was a little cramped at first, but he became excited as he spoke, "It's not just the grain, my horses, my cart, they've all been burned and killed!" If we hadn't run fast, we might have had to be there! ”

He tried to catch his breath twice, his face flushed, and his whole body trembled, "That's the group...... Those bitch dog thieves! Fuck the cultists! Your Majesty, you'll have to cure them—those guys are scum, if you want me to say! It's okay to kill them all! ”

The man's voice was full of emotion, and his mouth was foaming, but Maroline was unmoved.

This is not the first time this has happened. Ever since Clovis declared his opposition to the "God Edda", the contradictions and events originating from this sect have been swept away like fallen leaves in late autumn. Many of them are true, of course, some are impostor robbers and thugs, and some are swindlers who use the Eda sect as an excuse to demand royal compensation. On the other hand, there are also many followers who believe that the "God Edda" is a merciful and true God, and who come to speak out for the sect.

Yuffie hears that a week ago, when she and Lin went to take the exam, the confrontation between the two parties even turned into a group fight in the waiting room, resulting in one death and four injuries. This time, therefore, the guards had to ask the worshippers about their beliefs in advance, and then isolate the followers of Edda.

The businessman's complaint has finally come to an end. The Empress lowered her head and stared calmly into the man's eyes, "Is there any evidence for what you said?" ”

"Absolutely! I could hear it so clearly, they called His name! "The male businessman frowned, as if searching his mind for more evidence," they added...... Also said that I was a liar emperor and ...... Her Majesty's lackeys say they are not worthy...... Unworthy of the food given by God Edda......"

That sounded like true, Yuffie thought to herself. "The Emperor of Liars" is a disparaging term for Clovis - the Eda believers are convinced that her father lied. As for Maroline's scornful name...... Obviously, the man in front of him didn't dare to speak.

Maroline straightened up and looked condescendingly at the merchant, her fingers crossed in front of her chest.

"The civil magistrate will investigate your losses and then give you adequate compensation." There was no sympathy or anger in her voice, "Next time you set out, you'd better go to the Criminal Law Division and hire a few Thorn Guards to accompany you." It's been said on the bulletin, and you should believe it now, that they're going to take action on the food delivery team. ”

The man was still a little unwilling, "But those damn Eda believers—"

"Not every Eda believer. Those who still believe in Edda may be stupid, but stupidity is not dead. Maroline interrupted the man, "Go down." Bring the next person up. ”

The merchant opened his mouth, looked at the guards on either side, and retreated in a huff. The next person was Edda's believer—and the Empress had decided to alternate between the two groups for justice—the gray-haired old man walked up to the throne and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Ask for ...... Please, Your Majesty, please save my grandson! This is the only one I have...... Only this one ......"

"Be clear." Maroline raised her voice, overshadowing the old man's pleading, "What happened to him?" ”

He ...... He joined His Majesty's army. I asked him and he said he was playing a ...... When the monster died, it seemed to be in something, when the third team. The old man clutched his trouser legs tightly with both hands, and his head was almost buried in the ground, "He can't do it now." Several teeth have fallen out, his brain is confused, his hair has become as white as mine—he is not yet thirty years old, and I beg you, you ...... His Highness had clearly said that he would be fine......"

Yuffie shook his head a little reluctantly, and quietly set his eyes on the "wolf herder". Barak looked serious, his lips pursed slightly, his gaze was as straight as a knife, and he couldn't see any superfluous emotions.

"In that case." The maiden heard Maroline's inquiry, "Why do you still believe in Ada?" ”

"I ...... All I could do, they said, was that only Edda, the god, could save him. If...... If you can heal him, I will never believe it again...... No, I will always and always believe in you, Your Majesty...... You can tell me to do whatever I want, and I can die now! ”

The old man lifted his wrinkled and tear-stained face and stared at Maroline like a straw for a desperate man. Yuffie followed his gaze and exchanged a knowing look with the Empress.

"Yufie." Maroline raised her eyebrows slightly, "Can you save his grandson?" ”

"I want to ...... I can give it a try. "Aging caused by the loss of life force is difficult to cure, and the best way may be to teach him some real Eda magic skills, using the "network" to fill in the missing life force, "Uncle, don't worry, I'll go to your house tonight to have a look, there must be a way to help him." ”

"Thank you...... Thank you......" The old man hid his face and sobbed, unable to speak, "What if...... Really, Great Grace...... A lifetime, a lifetime ...... for future generations"

Hopefully, things will go as planned, Yuffie secretly hoped. She watched as the old man slowly left, and next was the city vendor, a man with a mustache, who accused the marchers against Edda of smashing his stall.

"Why are they smashing your stall?" The Empress questioned, "Did you provoke them?" ”

"I—I'm just a few ......," the peddler scratched behind his ears, "and they saw a few unsold pendants, and those bastards ......" his eyes widened, "I'm obviously selling the 'Lord of Light' emblem too!" They just see me as a bully! It's a bunch of robbers! ”

"As I recall, the church in San Leon never commissioned outsiders or allowed them to sell objects related to God." Maroline straightened her face, leaned forward slightly, and clapped her palms, "Maybe I should send someone to check your inventory and see what is in it?" ”

The man's eyes widened. "No, no! It's all imitations, imitations, you believe me! I...... I'll throw them all away when I get back! It's true! ”

The peddler hurried away amid a low laugh. Next was a tall, thin middle-aged woman, who walked to the bottom of the throne with broken steps, and raised her head with a proud expression.

"Where's Clovis?"

Even Maroline seemed to be stunned for a moment, "What are you looking for him?" ”

"He must apologize!" The woman put her hands on her hips and was right, "He has slandered the grace of God, if it weren't for God's mercy, he would have died by now!" Tell him to come out and make amends with us to God, so that we—"

Yuffie flattened her mouth and saw the empress raise her hand helplessly, "Next." ”

Two Thorn Guards grabbed the woman's arms one on the left and one on the right, and let her kick her with her legs. Then there is the tax collector from Grayfield, who claims that many of the townspeople refuse to pay their taxes and are reluctant to sell grain to Glow.

"They claim to be preparing for war, Your Majesty." The young woman bowed slightly, looking a little tired, "And said that since you have issued an edict to reduce taxes, it is better to exempt all taxes." And the food left behind is also to ensure that they can survive. The tax collector hesitated for a moment, "But I have a ...... I went a little earlier, and from outside the village, I saw them in a circle, as if they were praying to ...... "god". ”

"There is no doubt that someone taught them to do it." The Empress groaned, tapping her fingers on her knees, "I'll send someone to deal with Greyfield. You don't have to do much, take care of your own safety. ”

The tax collector bowed and thanked him, then left.

The next few are the mercenaries who are carrying two 'cultist' heads and trying to receive the reward - at the request of the Empress, Yuffie uses a spell to 'question' the other party and confirm that he is the innocent murderer, and Maroline, a farmer who is ready to reclaim the wasteland after the autumn harvest, so he borrows money from the royal family, gives him fifty silver coins and tells him to go to the Civil Affairs Department next time; Another woman who had come to ask the Empress for help because her son had received Edda's 'blessing'—so the maiden had one more task; Trying to evangelize the benefits of "God", and even throwing two low-level divine skills on the spot, the middle-aged 'priest' who copied the other party's 'performance' with her own hands, failed to convince the person that these divine skills actually came from the network of the "Lord of Light......

As the minutes ticked by, Duke Moore was already drowsy, and Kevins and Heard had left beforehand. Yuffie also felt a little bored, and simply started playing chess with himself in his head. The audience came and went, each staying for a maximum of three or four minutes, and then left satisfied, or dissatisfied, voluntarily or forcedly.

Another believer from Eda came. The man was somewhere between young and middle-aged, with square eyebrows and eyes, and a short, trimmed red beard. He wore a navy blue cardigan shirt, white leggings, black riding boots, and a leather hat diagonally.

He strode over to Mallorine, one hand on his chest and a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I've seen Your Highness." The man's voice was gentle and melodious, "Lord Delane sent me to deliver his reply to you. ”

"Elaga Olaire." Maroline frowned slightly, "Why don't you come to see me directly, but blend in with that group?" ”

The empress's nephew, Yuffie thought to himself, the son of Istal. Rogman's brother had more than a dozen children, who were sent to work in the homes of the nobles. Regardless of the reason for this move - now that Delane is sending the other party as a messenger, does he want to claim that he is on the same side as Istal, or does he want to draw his brother into his side?

"My father taught me that I have to see things with my own eyes." The man looked around, met the girl's gaze, nodded slightly, and looked relaxed, "And this has really benefited me a lot." ”

Maroline didn't answer him, "Where's the reply?" ”

Elaga shrugged her shoulders and stepped forward slowly, handing a letter to the Empress from her beltbag. Yuffie couldn't see the contents of the letter, but her instincts told her that there was certainly no good news in it.

In a minute or two, Maroline gently folded the letter, shook her head, and tore it to shreds slowly and gently.

"Delane, this guy is a lot more stupid than I thought." She crumpled the shredded paper into a ball, her expression still calm, "Elaga, the empire has become what it is now, hasn't Ishtar called you back yet?" ”

The man shook his head gracefully, "I'm not worried about him, Your Highness. Father does not want to see a war, let alone get involved in your dispute with His Highness Delanene. ”

"I never knew that my brother was a man who knew how to be humble and patient."

"My father seems to have believed in the Lord of Heaven a few days ago." Elaga shrugged and spread his hands, "I can't figure it out, that's what made him change his mind." ”

"It's Eda again. Hopefully, he won't follow in Rogman's footsteps. Maroline patted the armrest of the throne, her face a little cold, "Then did he say who is more suitable to be this emperor?" ”

The man put down his hand and shook his head with a helpless smile.

"You should know, Your Highness. He still thinks it's himself. He also wrote to me asking me to convince you to support him in order to give Delane a 'better view'. ”

"Good. I don't accept his suggestion. The Empress's face remained unchanged, "If my brother doesn't change his mind, which side are you going to stand on?" ”

Elaga craned her neck and replied without thinking.

"I'm not going to be your enemy, Your Highness, that's not a wise idea. On this point alone, my father and I have exactly the same opinion. ”

The man bowed and withdrew, he was the last of Edda's 'believers'. Elaga's news was a little better than expected - Istal and Delane were at odds, and Glow City didn't need to face a flank for the time being. Yuffie didn't think Elaga was lying, but her instincts told her that what he was saying was still not entirely true.

Perhaps even the prince's son was hiding something, Yu Fei thought to himself. But what could it be?

Most of the remaining audience members brought some trivial things, and Maroline didn't even have to listen to them to give a proper answer. Another woman brought a box of pastries, saying that she wanted to express her gratitude to the Empress. Yuffie knew from the other party's words that there were still many people who felt a little more comfortable with Maroline's rule than in the period after Rogman's death.

The next one was not the lords, but the city guards in light armor. The young man trotted forward, kneeling on one knee and panting slightly.

"Your Majesty. There is a family that seems to have ...... I had a strange disease. They went to the church, but they didn't see anything. So...... So the archbishop said, I want you to take a look. ”

The guard's description gave the girl some bad premonitions, and also made her break free from a little sleepiness. She rubbed her eyes, and heard Maroline's answer as calm as ever.

"Then bring them up."

The bronze door slowly opened again, and six other guards rushed in, carrying three wooden stretchers through the hall, placing them six or seven meters from the throne. Yuffie leaned over and saw a middle-aged couple lying on a stretcher, and a child who appeared to be under ten years old. Their faces were flushed purple, their breathing was short and heavy, and their skin was covered with dark red scars. The trio's clothes and pants were stained with blood, vomit, and other unknown things, and they emitted a foul stench like rotting flesh.

"I want to eat." The boy moaned under his breath, "I'm hungry. ”

Several dukes or counts hid their noses. With a solemn face, Maroline got up and walked down a few steps. Annaville and Barak stood up at about the same time, their eyes moving from the patient to the throne.

"Your Majesty." Barak said in a deep voice, "Be careful. ”

"I understand." The Empress nodded, pausing on the penultimate staircase, "When did you get sick?" She asked in a deep voice, "What did you touch before?" ”

The middle-aged man's eyes were closed, and he didn't respond as if he was dead, except for his rapid breathing. The women on the stretcher struggled to prop themselves up, looking at the throne, their eyes scattered and confused.

"I don't know, sir. I don't know. The woman's words were slurred, like a potato in her mouth, "We went to the market two weeks ago and bought some new wheat for this year, and ......" she swallowed hard, taking a big breath of air, "some meat, and two clothes...... Again, no more. ”

"I'm asking you about your illness." Maroline frowned, "When did you start feeling sick?" ”

"Probably...... Six or seven days ago. The woman gasped and replied, "I had a little fever that day, very thirsty, and hungry. My husband is a little early, my children are a little later, it's all the same. And now too. She licked her lips with a look of longing in her eyes, "Can you give me something to eat?" Drink ...... Okay, too. ”

"I'm hungry." The boy suddenly cried out, "I'm hungry! I want to eat, I want to eat meat! ”

He shoved his hands into his mouth, sucked on his scarred fingers, and tore at the strips of flesh with all his might, then chewed and swallowed. Within half a minute, he suddenly curled up again, vomiting ochre-red sauce mixed with gastric juice and spilling on the smooth marble floor.

Even so, a smile appeared on the boy's face, as if he had received unattainable satisfaction.

Duke Moore staggered to his feet and nearly knocked over the heavy wooden chair. He took several steps back, his face full of fear, "This is not right. He muttered, "Your Majesty, this is not right. That's not right! ”

It's not normal, Yuffie thought, but it's not because of this.

The Academy's Mentor Aslan had spoken of most of the common ailments, and she had read about many magical illnesses in the books, some of which were even more sensational—glial disease that gradually turned people into soft mud from the inside out, demonic fever that burned to death after a few days of high fever, and even carrion that could not be cured without lifting the curse, causing the patient to eventually rot to ashes.

It's just that except for the rapid death of the emergency, the vast majority of diseases will gradually eat away at the patient's physical strength and will, so that they will eventually die of exhaustion. And in Yufie's perception, although the three of them were sluggish, the vitality in their bodies was extremely strong, and it was like ......

She had visited Rogman Olell who had been 'blessed'.

Those can be thought about later, and saving people is more important at this time. Yuffie glanced at the Empress and motioned for her to take care of the matter. She silently called out to Edda's power, feeling a familiar response coming from the internet.

"I'm Yufie, the court wizard of the Empire." She whispered softly, holding out her hand to the three of them, "Relax, I can heal you-"

"Uh-uh-"

The middle-aged man suddenly straightened up, so swift that he didn't look like a patient at all. The guards tried to grab his arm, but the man easily threw him away. He opened his mouth and roared, baring out his blood-drenched teeth and tongue, and pounced on the girl who was close at hand.

Yuffie blinked.

The magic power in the air that had already been configured instantly condensed, turning into a faint blue translucent wall, allowing the other party to slap on it. Ice crystals quickly climbed up the man's arms and legs, holding him firmly to the same ice-like wall—and only then did Count Leslin's exclamation come too late. Yuffie walked around the ice wall, looked the man in the eye with pity, and then took the middle-aged woman's hand.

This time it's a trial treatment. She had to start with the lighter patient, not the most severe one.

The girl skillfully and gently manipulated the magic power, allowing the power of the Lord of Heaven to permeate the woman's body, repairing the damage caused by every disease. The dark red scar faded quickly, and the rapid breathing gradually became smoother. When Yuffie finally retracted her magic, the woman slowly sat up, looked at her hands, and gently stroked her neck bone, as if she had just woken up from a big dream.

"I ...... My ...... It's true............ All right? ”

Perhaps, but it's not over yet. Yuffie patted the woman on the shoulder as a comfort, and did the same with her child—as a result, the boy stopped crying and gnawed at his restored fingers; Then the girl turned and looked at the middle-aged man, who was struggling despite being confined to the ice wall.

"Ma'am...... Ms. Yuffie. My lord. The middle-aged woman carefully called her name, looking timid and sad, "my husband he...... He...... Is there any salvation? ”

The standard answer is no. Edda's power allowed her to confirm that the man's soul had left his body—in other words, that the other had died not long ago. Her magic was enough to heal diseases and wounds, but not to bring the dead back to life.

The question is, in this way, how can the other party's vitality still be vigorous at the moment, and the attack on her just now?

Gid Sheen used the psychic network to imprison the souls of many people and manipulate their bodies in doing so. But Yuffie didn't feel at all that the man was being manipulated. It's more like following the ...... that remains in the body Or some kind of instinct that is 'given', trying to 'prey' on her with abundant magical powers.

"I'll take him to Lynn's lab now and try to cure him as much as I can." She wasn't going to perform a resurrection spell here - it was a tiring job, and there was something else about the man she wanted to be sure, "You go home with the child first, take a shower and rest." It's been a hard time for you in the past few days. ”

"When you're free, come and talk to me as soon as you can, Yuffie. No matter what time it is. The Empress looked at her earnestly, "I need to know what this is." ”

She wanted to know too. "Speaking of which." She glanced at the guards not far away, "You were injured just now?" ”

"It's just a minor injury." The young man blew a few blood marks on the back of his hand, "It's not in the way at all." ”

"Go to the West Tower and find a clean room to stay in, don't leave, and let the guards bring the food to your door." "If you have the same symptoms as them, or if you feel unwell in any other way, get someone to inform me right away." ”

The guard's eyes widened, as if he understood something. He glanced at the man on the ice wall, then retracted his gaze like an electric shock, "You-"

"Just guessing, don't tell anyone just yet." The girl put her index finger to her lips, "We need to do some preparation, but until there is any evidence, rumors will only cause panic." She smiled soothingly, "Don't worry, if there's a problem, I'll treat you right away." You'll be fine. As for the salary you have lost because of your absence......" she turned her head and her gaze fell on the countess, who was still a little frightened, "Lord Leslin, you can make up for it, can you?" ”

"Of course it's fine, poor boy. Brave kids. The gray-haired countess stroked her chest, nodded, and looked at the young guards gently, "Not only the salary, but I will also give you an additional reward." Thank you for protecting this city – protecting us all. ”

Yuffie summons a floating force field and drags the man and the ice cube to Lynn's lab. The room was warm as spring, with a few huge walnut bookshelves on one side and a row of iron cages on the other, up and down, for squirrels, marmots, and rabbits. The huge cauldron was boiling a shiny, coffee-colored liquid, bubbling and wafting a sweet scent that reassured her.

"Sleeping potions." She recognized the common potion at a glance, "You still need this, Lynn?" ”

"Some of the officials asked me what I wanted, and they were so busy that they couldn't sleep – maybe they were scared." The blonde girl pursed her lips and looked back at the 'ice sculpture' she had brought, "What's wrong with this person?" ”

"A family of three has the same disease, and this one is the most serious. His soul is gone, but he can still move, and he wanted to attack me before. Yuffie explained plainly, "You can help see what's going on and see if it's contagious." ”

Lin snapped the book in her hand, stretched, and sighed heavily.

"If you say so, it's probably will." The blonde girl picked up a blade and tweezers, delicately removed a piece of tissue from the man's body, and threw it into a flask containing a light green liquid, "War, famine, and now the plague?" The three attendants of the Grim Reaper have all arrived. ”

"I'm just coming on horseback." Yuffie replied. Delane's declaration of war she can't help for the time being, the food shortage has Fran and Kevins to find a way to deal with, if the disease in front of her will turn into another disaster, she wants to solve it as much as possible in the beginning, "This time I'll be your assistant." If there's anything I can do, just say it. ”

"I'm not going to show mercy."

The blonde girl laughed, sunny and confident. She raised her right hand in the air, then folded her fingers and waved her fist.

"Let's work hard and make things that don't lose to Dean Corens! Ah, if that's it—" she lowered her hand and looked at Yuffie expectantly, "your magic should have an effect on them, right?" ”

"That can only save a small number of people. I trust the mystics and your potions more than the power of the Lord of Heaven. Yuffie nodded, glancing at the man on the ice wall, "And, when I was just treating them, I noticed something not very good. ”

"The magic I can cast is getting weaker." The girl said calmly, "I have a hunch that it may not be long before what the Crow Knights have experienced will be repeated in the Eda Believers. ”