As the days passed, the weather gradually became hotter.
For ordinary civilians, it was a good thing that the weather was hotter. It was warm, and they didn't need to wear too many clothes. It was also convenient for them to work. But for the migrants, the weather was not good. When the weather was hot, people sweated easily, got tired easily, and got sick easily.
Especially when the weather was hot, mosquitoes would breed, and all kinds of infectious diseases would spread. Once a large-scale infectious disease broke out in a dense crowd, it would be a disaster.
One day, Arcaian found Sui Xiong and told him worriedly that there were signs of a plague in the migration team of the aristocratic party.
The so-called plague referred to infectious diseases that were highly contagious and harmful to the human body.
Sui Xiong frowned and asked, "Is the God of Plague coming to join in the fun?"
"We haven't found any traces of him yet, but he must have sensed it," Arcaian said. "The situation is very dangerous now. The migration team of the merchant party is fine, but the migration team of the aristocratic party is almost like walking on the edge of a cliff. One push and they will fall to pieces.
I'm worried … if the plague breaks out, it would be a good thing if half of them die! "
Speaking of this, his face was full of worry.
As a god who was inclined to kindness and order, even if he didn't have a good relationship with the aristocratic party, he didn't want to see innocent civilians hurt.
Even if these civilians were the foundation of the aristocratic party, and their deaths would hurt the aristocratic party, it was the same.
A huge difference between kindness and evil, order and chaos, was the means.
People who "as long as they can win, means are not a problem" were mostly inclined to evil and chaos. "There are things that they shouldn't do, and things that they must do." These were the characteristics of kindness and order.
Sui Xiong thought for a while and found Wall.
Wall, the God of Knowledge and Culture, was almost the foreign minister of the Void God System. Wall had more than once raised his opinion about this. He said that he could work as a thug or a scholar, but was really not suitable to be a diplomat.
"If it's not you, then who is it?" Sui Xiong asked. "Sanwu (God of Healing)? Arcaian (God of Healing)? Sang Balad (God of Literature and Art)? Or Damwade (God of Agriculture)? "
Wall was rendered speechless. Compared to him, the four gods were obviously even more unsuitable to be diplomats.
San Wu was a jaw-toothed gourd. Not to mention opening his mouth, he rarely showed any expression. Communicating with him was a very difficult thing. One had to constantly pay attention to his subtle expressions in order to not fall into an awkward situation where he had nothing to say.
Let him be a diplomat? Hehe … Hehehehe …
Arcaian was a technological geek. When he was doing research in the laboratory, he was full of energy, and when he was introducing theories and technologies, but when he was asked to negotiate with others, he was either tongue-tied or honest. Obviously, he was not suitable to be a diplomat.
Sang Balad was neither taciturn nor introverted, but he also lacked the gift of diplomacy. He showed almost all his emotions on his face, and one only had to look at his face to know what he was thinking when he was dealing with someone.
How could someone like him be involved in diplomacy? He was no better than Arcaian!
Damwade's situation was a little better than theirs, but during this time, he was concentrating on sorting out his divine power in order to fully inherit the legacy of the Goddess of Harvest, so he really could not separate himself.
Looking around, in the Void God System, only Wall was suitable to be a diplomat.
He was experienced. Although he dared not say that he could not show his emotions, at least he had a certain ability of observation and disguise. And he was really quite free now, so he could spare the time and energy to do diplomacy.
"Help me contact the God of Plague," Sui said. "Arrange a time and place. I want to meet him and talk in detail."
Wall nodded, but did not ask why.
Inside the Pantheon Temple, his incarnation stood up and walked to the God of Plague, who was always lying on his seat, half asleep as if in hibernation.
"His Majesty wants to meet with you to talk about something," he said straightforwardly. "Can you spare some time for me?"
The God of Plague seemed to be asleep, but in fact, he was not. Seeing Wall walking over, he did not move, but he was actually a little worried. Wall, the God of Knowledge and Culture, was a diplomat of the Void God System, and the two gods of the Void God System, the Medical God and the Healing God, were the nemesis of the God of Plague.
So when he heard Wall's words, his first reaction was, "Oh no."
Fortunately, he was also experienced. Although he was nervous, he did not show it on his face. Of course, it was not something an ordinary person could read from his rotten face.
"His Majesty, the Void Mask, is looking for me?" He pretended to have just woken up, opened his eyes, and sat up straight. "What's the matter?"
"No matter what it is, the Pantheon Temple is not a suitable place to discuss it," Wall said.
The God of Plague looked around and found that many gods were already paying attention to him. In particular, a few gazes from the front row of the Pantheon Temple made him feel threatened.
He nodded and said, "You are right. This is not a good place to talk. But … I really don't think there is anything to talk about between us. "
This god, whose whole body seemed to be festering at any time if it were not wrapped in bloody bandages, spread out his hands and said in a seemingly unconcerned manner, "My nemesis is in your God System. I really don't want to be too close to you. It makes me feel very insecure."
Wall smiled nonchalantly. "When have you felt insecure? All these years, no matter when, you have always been hiding in that unknown place. When have you ever appeared with your real body? Moreover, even if it is not safe, at most you will lose an incarnation. With your accumulation, do you really not want to lose an incarnation? "
"… I really don't want to." The God of Plague shook his head. "I am different from you. I don't have many believers. So every bit of my Divine Power is hard to come by, and I have to use it sparingly. It is too extravagant to waste an incarnation for nothing. "
"Our Majesty wants to see you." Wall smiled and repeated, "You don't want to see him, but are you sure you can guarantee that you won't see him?"
His smile became slightly gloomy. "Or, you don't want to set a time and place for us to meet peacefully, and you want him to bring us to you in a friendly manner to have a detailed and in-depth discussion?"
"He" deliberately emphasized a few of the words, and the threat was overflowing from his words.
The God of Plague let out a deep sigh and hung his head, feeling helpless.
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