Chapter 217 Pathogen

When Roland and the witches finished their lunch and were about to go back to their room for a nap, Carter rushed into the castle hall.

"Your Highness, the civilians from the Eastern Region transported from the capital have arrived at the pier!"

"So fast?" It seems that Tasa's efficiency is quite high, he thought happily, no doubt he is a person who has served in the patrol team and has a relationship between black and white. But looking at the chief knight's sweaty face and frowning, Roland suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"However, all the people on the ship got a strange disease," Carter quickly described the characteristics of the patients, "At the beginning, there were only a few people, but now it has spread to two or three ships, and even the soldiers of the First Army have been infected. !"

Patients with dark spots can infect each other? It sounds a lot like the plague, also known as the Black Death. But Yersinia pestis can't make people's blood change color, let alone crack the skin.

Roland frowned.

He immediately thought of Lily, but he wasn't sure if the other party's ability could deal with this unheard-of infectious disease. If it couldn't be cured and she was infected, it would be troublesome. He had to make a careful decision, but according to Carter's description, these people couldn't last long.

In any case, at least the scene must be sealed off first.

Thinking of this, Roland gave an order to Carter, "Lead the first army out and set up a cordon outside the pier, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving. At the same time, I told them repeatedly: I will be there soon, and Miss Nana is already on the way. "

"yes!"

"Troublesome?" Nightingale asked.

"It's not clear, the key depends on Lily's ability," he said in a deep voice, "Call all the members of the Witch Union, I won't be able to sleep at noon today."

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After thinking about it all the way, Roland felt that until the effect of Lily's ability was verified, he must be kept isolated from the patient.

Fortunately, her freshness preservation ability is of the summoning type, and it can produce effects without touching the target. This distance is the same as the control distance of most witches, close to five meters.

So he recruited two carpenters, and quickly built a rectangular box-shaped house with Anna's help. There is a partition in the center of the room, and a small glass window is embedded on the upper end, through which you can see the scene on the opposite side. There is a flexible curtain drawn by Soraya under the partition, and two small holes are symmetrically opened, allowing Lily to stretch her hands through. The soft sky-colored curtain will tightly wrap the little girl's hands, thus blocking the air circulation on both sides. As long as you wash your hands with alcohol after you come out, you should be able to prevent the possibility of infection.

The order at the dock was controlled by more than a hundred soldiers of the First Army on board, and it was not because of their strong will that they were able to maintain discipline under the terrifying epidemic, but because most of the soldiers believed that Nana, who was like an angel, Miss Wa will surely make them heal again.

After the box was ready, a soldier who was still able to walk on his own, with black spots only appearing on his arms, was selected.

He walked into the room according to the instructions and stood still. Lily stretched her hand through the partition and used her ability. And Roland stood beside her, observing the other party's situation through the window.

The influence of the magic power was silent, the little girl nodded, and after indicating that she was done, he asked, "How do you feel now?"

"His Royal Highness?" The soldier heard Roland's voice, stood at attention with excitement and raised his hand to salute, then froze on the spot, "Hey, I feel that my strength has returned. My God, Your Highness, I feel much better!"

Roland also saw that the black spots on his hands were fading rapidly, which was definitely not a symptom of the plague. If I remembered correctly, the latter's black spots came from concurrent sepsis and high cyanosis. Even after the Yersinia pestis was killed, it would take a long time for these black spots to disappear, and Lily didn't have the ability to revive her body at all.

However, her new ability does have a therapeutic effect on unknown diseases, which made Roland slightly relieved.

"It's good to recover. Go and call other soldiers. Enter ten people at a time. Regardless of whether they show symptoms or not, they must come in for treatment once."

"Yes! Your Highness," the soldier paused for a moment, then saluted again, "Thank you, Miss Nana."

"It wasn't Nana, it was Ms. Lily who saved your life this time." Roland corrected with a smile, "If it's so serious that your skin is already bleeding, you need Ms. Nana to heal you."

"Yes...is that so," he rubbed his head, "thank you, Miss Lily."

After the soldiers left, Lily glanced at the prince, "It's okay to blame Nana, I don't need to be thanked."

Well, then why did you stand so straight just now? Roland looked at the other party's swaying twin ponytails, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her head, but the other party unexpectedly didn't protest, but just let out a muffled snort.

Since it wasn't the plague, what exactly caused the disease? He walked out of the box room, and Nightingale immediately leaned over, "Your Highness, I just saw a strange phenomenon, the blood from those people... there are signs of magic power."

"What?" Roland was stunned.

"In the mist, it's like dots of stars in the night," Nightingale said affirmatively, "I've never seen such a small magical radiance."

This is an unexpected discovery, but anything related to magic is either caused by witches or related to the church. It is now at least certain that the disease was not caused by bacteria or viruses in nature.

"I see," the prince pondered for a moment, "If that's the case, let's draw some blood and observe."

"No, you might be infected!" She nervously stopped.

"Don't worry," Roland smiled at her, "Lily's new ability has completely restrained the disease."

The blood sample was taken from a comatose civilian. He inserted a glass piece stained with black blood into the storage table and adjusted the object distance. As the view in the lens gradually becomes clear, if the thing causing the symptoms is about the size of a bacteria, it is likely that there is nothing to see. But when the focus overlapped with the target, Roland could hardly believe his eyes.

In the narrow field of vision, several worms with tentacles and fat bellies were slowly swimming in the liquid, and a stream of mucus spewed out from the tail from time to time, like long and thin strands of hair. They are about the same size as single-celled algae, but like the mother body made by Lily, their bodies are not transparent, and it is difficult to tell whether it is a single-celled organism or not.

Fortunately, the magical glow on the bugs will not affect the little girl's ability to function. When the blood mixed with the clones is dropped into the sample, the clones will even attack these weird bugs first, turning them into their own kind .

After all the soldiers of the First Army recovered, in order to avoid accidents, Roland ordered all the fugitives who entered the box room to wear hoods and be led by the soldiers. At the same time, another box room was also set up, mainly for Nana to treat those severely ill patients with bruises and bruises.

The treatment lasted from noon to evening. When more than 500 people in ten boats recovered, the crowd erupted in cheers. Many people knelt down on the ground, shouting long live His Highness, the sound wave after wave could not be calmed down for a long time.

"You don't seem very happy?" Nightingale blinked at him.

"It's not me who cured the disease, but Lily and Nana, the witches." Roland shook his head and said, "They should also be the ones who receive the cheers from the crowd."

Having said that, it is not wise to tell the truth to the masses until these people have fully embraced witches. He sighed softly, and hoped that one day in the future, witches could also stand in front of the stage.

Nightingale seemed to understand what Roland was thinking, and she patted him on the shoulder generously, "Everyone won't care, you've done well enough. Besides, this day will come sooner or later, won't it?" She paused After a pause, "By the way, there is another piece of good news I forgot to tell you."

"What's up?"

"The Witch Union may be adding a new member," Nightingale said with a grin. (To be continued.,, your support is my biggest motivation.)