Chapter 133 Undercurrent Doraise

On the forty-eighth day of the Evergreen Season, two nights before Punk and the others set off, in the secret room of the Koala family's house.

Zweig was sitting on the seat in the secret room, and he was kneading his temples with his fat fingers. This paunchy nobleman was no longer as calm as he used to be, because he knew a piece of news—Tishachar Church was wanted, Charged with attempted assassination of the lord!

For Zweig, who has always been in the position of "the most loyal collaborator of the Tishachar Church", this is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

You know, just two months ago, he was still helping the Church of Tissasha sell those weird perfumes, and just two days ago, he just sent a large number of slaves who were "forced" from refugees to Tissasha Our church acts as a faithful show of faithfulness.

He was not the only one involved in these matters, even guys like Hurt were once a member of Tishakhar's supporters, but they all got away from the cunning when they saw the situation was not good, and Hurt took refuge in time Punk, before he knew it, only the Koala family was still hesitating.

Zweig also had some fantasies about the Church of Tishachar. The Koala family invested too much effort in the Church of Tishachar. If they just quit empty-handed, Zweig would feel pained.

Zweig, who was wandering on the edge of greed and reason, thought for a whole night, and finally reason overwhelmed desire, and he made up his mind to abandon the wrecked ship Teshachar!

Even if Tishachar promises wealth, status and power, he must have the opportunity to enjoy it. Such a simple truth Zweig still knows.

"Master Zweig, have you really considered it? In this way, we will really break with the Church of Tishachar."

Cora, Zweig's most trusted old housekeeper, said earnestly.

"There is no way, if we don't get away, we will become the scapegoats of all the nobles."

A trace of resentment flashed in Zweig's eyes, and finally said helplessly:

"We can't hide the fact that we have cooperated with Tishashel. You can know it with just a prophecy spell, so we simply don't hide it anymore. You immediately pass down the order and publicize the evil that we were taught by the Tishashel Church. Confused, now Pan Ran wakes up, and immediately comes to the warehouse to stock up on food and express goodwill, at least in this way the church will not be able to move us.

As for the slaves who were sold by the refugees...they will all be blamed on Hurt, and he is not less involved in this matter anyway."

Zweig is more or less a figure in charge of a family, and he immediately made a judgment to abandon the car to protect the handsome.

"In this case, although heavy punishment and suppression are inevitable, at least the existence of the Koala family can be preserved."

Zweig closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, panting heavily with his mouth slightly open, losing his strength like a pile of mud.

"What are you still doing in a daze, don't hurry up and send the order down."

Zweig said weakly on the gorgeous seat, because of the helplessness and sadness of the "end", his tone was not very good.

"Mr. Zweig, are you sure you won't change your decision? Are you sure you want to betray the great goddess Teshachar?"

After waiting for more than ten seconds, it was not the butler Cora's loyal answer that came from the room, but a gloomy and strange voice.

"What's going on, you...you you..."

Opening his eyes suddenly, what Zweig saw was a terrifying scene.

I saw Cora, the old housekeeper who followed him since he was a child, was laughing strangely with a bloody smile he had never seen before. At the same time, his skin began to shatter quickly, and the skin and meat pieces fell "sparsely" on on the ground.

Soon, the skin bag named "Steward" turned into a pool of bloody pieces of meat, replaced by a skinny figure covered in a pitch-black carapace.

The most frightening thing was that at some point, a small knife with silver light appeared in the hand of the "housekeeper", and the cold light from the knife edge even stung Zweig's eyes.

"In this case, you are useless. Goddess Tishakhar does not need disobedient lackeys. Now, your death will be the Koala family's final reward for Goddess Tishakhar!"

"No... how is it possible, come on... come on... ah..."

It's a pity that this is the secret room of the Koala family, and no one can hear Zweig's cry.

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Outside the city of Doraez, the refugee area, the forty-ninth day of the evergreen season, the morning before the departure of Punk and others

Di Qiduo was rarely in a good mood. When he went out to fetch water, he even happily played with those mischievous children.

All of this is because of Bilan, and only Bilan who makes Di Qiduo care so much can influence Di Qiduo's mood so much.

In fact, Bilan's condition did not continue to deteriorate like most people's pessimistic thoughts. Her body was getting better day by day, and the speed was getting faster and faster. It seemed that the sleeping immune system had finally awakened. In just a few days, Bi Lan, who could not even move a finger, was able to stand up cautiously.

This situation is very common among many sick professionals. Most of the professionals who were "placed" in refugee camps due to infection with the plague began to gradually improve. It seemed that the immune cells with special abilities such as fighting spirit and magic power finally began to show They have lost their power.

But this kind of luck is only limited to professionals. For ordinary people, "ash bone plague" is still an incurable disease that will surely die. It is impossible for a fragile constitution to last until that time.

Although Di Qiduo still couldn't help feeling sad for the death of those ordinary people, he still felt very fortunate:

"It's really great that Bi Lan can recover."

Di Qiduo sincerely thanked the hidden fate. He didn't even want to think about how he felt when he watched Bi Lan weaken a little bit but was powerless. Fortunately, everything passed.

Di Qiduo walked in the somewhat dirty refugee camp. Although more than three days had passed, all refugees, sick professionals and even nobles who fled were not allowed to enter the city. The degree of fear of the plague is beyond anyone's imagination. Until now, there are still people in the council hall of Dorez who are proposing to burn all the refugees.

But Di Qiduo is not worried at all, he believes that with the existence of Punk, Bilan's teacher, the plague will be resolved and everyone will be saved, at least Bilan will be saved.

"That is a mage with a cold face and a warm heart, he will definitely help everyone"

He believes so much.

The naive Di Qido went to the refugee gathering place and began to give some food to the orphans who were separated from their parents. Usually, except for a very small number of pastors of the Good God Church, no one would do this kind of thing at all, but today, he found that It seems there are people doing the same thing.

They were three men in brown sackcloth robes, their faces were covered under hoods, and the leader was a petite girl. They were carrying a large wagon full of grain, and they were distributing grain from tent to tent.

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