Chapter 207, the Gift of a Loving Father
In a certain house in Korona.
A tall man in black robe is using his own magic to watch every move in the Korona palace.
Under the black robe, all the white bones were exposed. Except for some rotten flesh sticking to the gaps in the bones, the man in black robe in front of him was completely a rotting corpse.
He was subtly observing every move in the Krona palace. The prohibitions and seals set up by the prophets of the lake gods were skillfully bypassed by him, thus peeping into the results of the duel between the White Wolf Knight and the Holy Grail Knight.
But that's all, the man in black knew that if he went one step further, the Lake Goddess and the Lake God prophets guarding the palace would immediately sense his presence.
The undead magic of the black-robed man is superb. His attainments in magic have simply surpassed the cognition and limit of wizards in the world. His powerful mana, which has surpassed thousands of years, can easily break through the protection of the palace. Like most wizards, the man in black is also not good at melee combat. Once he is besieged by the Holy Grail Knights, even he will not be able to escape.
"Ah, it's Bichi's No. 1 God's Choice, and her God's Choice Champion." The black-robed man's rotten and withered throat spewed out a rotten thick mist. Not far from him, a cloth The body of the male nobleman of Litania was lying on the ground, his face was covered with cockroaches and flies.
"It's not so easy to deal with, I can't fight against the Lake God Witch and God's Chosen Champion at the same time."
"I need something else." The black-robed man took out a piece of rotten parchment.
On this day, an earth-shattering discovery was made at the headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy Church in Korona. When a clerk was sorting out the massive previous files, he suddenly discovered the method of making a special medicine for malaria that had been lost hundreds of years ago.
Courona, Basilica of the Holy Grail, inner courtyard.
The flowers in early spring are in full bloom relying on the divine power of the fairies in the lake, and the entire courtyard is full of beautiful flowers.
The witch of the lake was wearing a solid-color princess dress with a lace hollow neckline, and her green jade fingers brushed a blooming iris: "You did a good job, Ryan, you showed the knights on the other side of the mountain our strength."
"My lord, it's my honor, but the kingdom can't always depend on me alone." Ryan seemed indifferent to this beauty, he walked through the beautiful courtyard and walked towards the arranged room.
"You don't seem very satisfied with me arranging you to live here?" Morgiana looked at Ryan's back and said suddenly.
"It's a lie to say you're dissatisfied,
The living conditions here are no worse than those of the king, and all services are available. I don't think even His Majesty Richard can arrange for two holy women of the lake to serve me in my daily life. Ryan turned around, looked at the beautiful witch of the lake, and said with a smile: "But it would be a lie for me to say that I am happy. I would still like to stay with His Excellency Francois and my maid." "
"It's all lies, so what about your truth?" Morgiana walked behind Ryan, her green eyes staring at his face, as if she was trying to discern the truth from his words.
"That is both satisfied and dissatisfied. I am very happy with your treatment of me, but I also sincerely hope that my Highness, can you relax a little bit? I am grateful." Ryan said half-jokingly.
Morgana walked up to Ryan, stretched out her hand, and pressed it on Ryan's chest: "No, I can only tell you, I can arrange what you need, but you must live here during this time."
"Okay, the negotiation failed."
Saying goodbye to Morgiana, Ryan opened the door of his room. It is still three or four in the afternoon, which is not too late. He lives in a luxurious suite with all the unexpected facilities. The only thing that makes him unhappy is There are always two lake god prophets staring at him in the suite. They do not restrict Ryan's personal freedom, but they will follow Ryan.
After a while, it seemed that the matter at hand had been settled, and Mogiana held some paperwork in her hand without knocking, and directly pushed the door in: "Lyan? I have something to discuss with you here."
"Okay." Ryan has changed back to the original aristocratic attire. Seeing this, Morgiana sat next to Ryan. The Lake God Witch replaced her white soft boots with a pair of white stiletto heels, and she tidied up her skirt. Swinging, revealing a pair of small and slender feet wearing flesh-colored stockings, a thick stack of files was placed in front of Ryan: "Ryan, I sent the Holy Grail Knights to store the remains of the deceased Holy Grail Knights and move them back to the Holy Grail. The church was buried, but there are still some remains of the Grail Knights near Mousillon who have disappeared."
"How much is the specific quantity?" Ryan looked at Mu Xilong's map and asked.
"Twelve." Mogiana's expression was full of hatred and anger: "Only in the cursed land, where that lady and us are beyond reach, can the Red Duke do such a thing that both humans and gods abandon."
Just like what the fairy in the lake said, even her divine power couldn't break through the high wall of Mousilon, and only in that cursed place can the necromancer desecrate the tombs of the Holy Grail knights to his heart's content.
"Even in such a cursed place, the necromancer who can desecrate the tomb of the Holy Grail Knight and turn it into a Black Holy Grail Knight is probably unimaginably powerful. My Highness, do you know what I think of?" Ryan looked at Kang The map of the Duke of Nott, which shows the remaining four baron counties in this cursed land, and the cursed city of Musilon at the mouth of the river: "I think of the curse on you and the attack you received. "
Mogiana's eyes were full of light, and she subconsciously reached out and pressed her lower abdomen, where was the seal set by Ryan: "What do you mean?"
"I am a warrior, not a conspirator, nor a wizard, my lord, I can only think of this." Ryan turned his head, and he found that Morgiana's exquisite face was very close to him: "What can you do again?" Did you tell me?"
"One more thing" Morgana leaned on Ryan and whispered something in his ear.
"Understood." Ryan looked at Morgiana with a half-smile, and the lake goddess stopped looking at him when she saw that he agreed, and immediately told the two lake god prophets: "You go out first, I have a relationship with Ryan Important things to discuss, unless there is a particularly urgent matter, otherwise you are not allowed to come in,"
"Yes." The Lake God Prophet withdrew.
The night is gradually falling, and there is no curfew in the prosperous Kurona. Recently, due to the approach of the Knights Conference, a large number of people have poured into Kurona.
The nobles on the street are bustling with each other, discussing the upcoming knight meeting.
"Wow, the Knights Conference is about to be held, and I don't have the time to work recently." A slightly fat middle-aged man said.
"Yeah, yeah! I wonder who is most likely to win the Cavaliers Conference this year?" The other was obviously his companion, and he also picked up the topic with great interest.
"This year? Alas, there are not many outstanding knights this year. There are only three worth mentioning. I think the winner will be decided among the three."
"Which three?"
"They are Mr. Geoffrey from Angleton, Earl Renault from Gisole Oaks, and Marquis Suria from Winford. Among them, I am most optimistic about Marquis Suria. She She is the legitimate daughter of His Excellency Duke François, Knight of the Holy Grail, she has practiced equestrianism with spear and sword since she was a child, and it is said that her strength is comparable to that of her elder brother Julius!"
"Julius, isn't that the last champion?"
"Yeah, that's why I think the winner of this Knights Conference is none other than her!"
The high-spirited talk of the crowd aroused everyone's enthusiastic attention, and soon everyone on the street participated.
It's just that some people didn't have the heart to participate in these activities. The bishop of the Goddess of Mercy Church led a group of people in a hurry through the streets, and several heavy carriages contained precious herbs.
They want to immediately test whether the specific medicine for malaria is still effective after hundreds of years.
The lights in the headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy were brightly lit, and all the guards and priests gathered to study the medicine together. Countless precious medicinal materials were sent to the church headquarters, and everyone sang the name of the Goddess of Mercy, Sallya, while holding fast. time.
This may be the greatest discovery in hundreds of years. If this special medicine proves to be useful, then malaria, a terrible infectious disease that has plagued mankind for thousands of years, may be eradicated! Countless lives will be saved, and the fate of the entire human world will be rewritten!
In the midst of intense experiments, precious drugs were mixed to make a green solution, and then the Archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy, a kindly middle-aged woman directed everyone to continue their work, her face It was uncontrollable ecstasy and frenzy: "Quick! Quick!"
Hundreds of years ago, a priest of the Goddess of Mercy found a special medicine for treating malaria in a sanatorium in the empire, but before he could leave the formula, the whole sanatorium was inexplicably destroyed by a fire, and it was burned to a piece of white ground. Even the Goddess of Mercy failed to obtain the formula, leaving only a few records.
And now, the special medicine of the past is finally about to see the light of day again!
After the preparation of the potion was completed, the archbishop immediately sent the potion to the intensive care home of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in the outskirts of Korona. During the priest's continuous divine magic purification, the special potion was poured into the mouth of a malaria patient, and everyone They are all anxiously waiting for the results.
one hour two hours
As the patient sweated profusely, his body temperature dropped, his spirit recovered, and his appetite was normal, earth-shattering cheers erupted in the nursing home. The pastors of the church knelt down and praised the name of Ms. Mercy loudly, thanking her for bringing Special medicine is given to mortals, thank her for her great contribution to this world.
This is an epoch-making moment!
The Warp, Chaos, Eternity, Nurgle's Garden, a dead paradise of death and blight.
The fluffy flies were buzzing in thick black swarms under the sky. Beneath the messy canopy of insect-gnawed leaves, large rotting tree forks and tangled vines seem to grow side by side to cover the ground, and fungal plants scatter leaves from the mulch that covers the woods. Overgrown and spewing choking spores, the half-demonic plants shook their stems at their own pace, but not from the stimulus that seemed to freeze the air. Bright red, blue, yellow and purple florets pierce the gloom, and a joyous paradise is spread in the melancholy forest landscape. Digging and running insects of all kinds have brightly patterned carapaces and shiny wings. Insects flitted briskly along the banks of the slow, murky rivers, and the whispers of the reeds whispered the names of the epidemic sepsis spread by the great Nurgle in the mortal world or for those destined to die from their creators. The guys wailed.
Nurgle, one of the four evil gods of chaos and the god of disease, is busy in his house. This building is dilapidated and old, but its foundation is always strong. The house is covered with creeping poisonous ivy and thick Moss, cracked windows and splintered stone compete for space with rusted bronze, and rusted iron borders and moss-covered friezes compete with each other to outdo each other in their charm.
Nurgle toiled beneath these crumbling walls, his gigantic body swollen and giving off an unbearable stench. His skin was green, dead leather, covered with pus-filled sores, bloated sores and numerous parasites. Nurgle Bobobo's pulsating organs were filled with excrement, spraying out through the openings in his superficial skin and hanging on him like he was covered with disgusting fruit. From these organs erupted hordes of miniature Nurgles, feeding and sucking the disgustingly rich sap from the guts of Nurgle-like grandpas.
The evil god is holding a large spoon, stirring in a huge cauldron larger than its body, and with each stirring of Nurgle's maggot-infested spoon, a new disease is created, using To destroy the mortal world.
Big rotting hands scooped up part of the ghastly concoction into his cavernous mouth, and tasting the fruits of his labors, Nurgle was saying to himself: "Not enough, not enough, these are not enough, damn Isha, will put I, the great work, disappears into nothingness, and I want more and more power."
A group of Nurgle demons are surrounding Nurgle, clamoring loudly about how powerful this result will be, and how many souls they can take away before the gods of order react.
"Huh?" Nurgle raised his head suddenly, and it noticed something: "There are humans and humans, and they have discovered a new drug. They want to solve it. One of my most proud works."
"Not allowed!" Nurgle suddenly raised his cauldron.
Countless Nurgle demons sensed the master's order, and they roared and rushed into Nurgle's cauldron. Hundreds of demons were melted into slurry by the boiling mixture. Even so, countless Nurgle demons were still coming from They came from all directions and rushed into the cauldron continuously.
"Go!" The cauldron turned over, and the terrifying mixture poured towards the main material plane, turning into a yellow-green torrent.
"Mortals who are backward and reject civilization, enjoy my gift!"
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