When Roland and the witches had finished their lunch and were about to return to their room to take a nap, Carter rushed into the castle hall.
"Your Highness, the Eastern Region's civilians from King's City have arrived at the pier!"
"So fast?" It seems that Theo's efficiency is quite high, Roland happily thought. Worthy of being a member of the patrol team and having relations with both the underworld and the underworld. However, looking at the Chief Knight's sweaty appearance and frowning face, Roland suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"But the crew on the ship have all contracted a strange disease," Carter quickly described the characteristics of the patients, "At first it was only a few people, but now it has spread to two or three ships, even the soldiers of the First Army have been infected!"
The patients had black spots, and they could also infect each other? It sounded like the plague, which was also known as the Black Death. But the plague bacillus could not change the color of the blood, let alone make the skin split.
Roland's brows furrowed.
The first thing he thought of was Lily, but whether her ability could deal with this unheard of infectious disease, he was not sure. If she was unable to cure it and was infected, it would be troublesome. He had to carefully make a decision, but listening to Carter's description, these people would not be able to hold on for long.
In any case, he had to at least block the scene.
Thinking of this, Roland ordered Carter, "Lead the First Army and set up a cordon outside the pier, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving. At the same time, repeatedly tell them: I will be there soon, and Miss Nana is already on the way. "
"Yes!"
"Is it very difficult?" Nightingale asked.
"It's not clear, the key depends on Lily's ability," he said in a low voice, "Summon all the members of the Witch Union, I won't be able to sleep at noon today."
…
Roland considered along the way, and felt that before verifying the effect of Lily's ability, they must remain isolated from the patients.
Fortunately, her ability to preserve freshness belonged to the summoning type, so she did not need to touch the target to produce an effect. This distance was the same as most witches' control distance, close to five meters.
So he called two carpenters, and with the help of Anna, they quickly built a rectangular box room. There was a partition in the middle of the room, with a small glass window at the top, through which one could see the scene on the other side. Under the partition was a soft curtain drawn by Soroya. There were two symmetrical holes for Lily to put her hands through. The soft sky-colored curtain would wrap tightly around the little girl's hand, isolating the air from both sides. As long as he washed his hands with alcohol after coming out, he should be able to eliminate the possibility of infection.
The order at the pier was controlled by the hundred or so soldiers of the First Army on the ship. To be able to maintain order under the terrifying infectious disease, it wasn't because they had strong willpower, but because most of the soldiers believed that the angelic Miss Nana would definitely be able to cure them.
After the box room was ready, a soldier who could still walk on his own with the black spots only on his arms was selected.
He followed the instructions into the room and stood still. Lily reached her hand through the partition and used her ability. Roland stood beside her, observing her condition through the window.
The influence of magic power was silent. The little girl nodded, indicating that she was done. He then asked, "How do you feel now?"
"Your Royal Highness?" When the soldier heard Roland's voice, he excitedly raised his hand and saluted. Then he froze in place, "Hey, I feel that my strength has returned. My God, Your Royal Highness, I feel much better! "
Roland also saw that the black spots on his hands were quickly fading, which was definitely not a symptom of the plague. If he remembered correctly, the latter's black spots came from concurrent septicemia and high cyanosis. Even if the plague bacillus was killed, these black spots would take a long time to subside, and Lily simply did not have the ability to restore her body.
However, her new ability did have a therapeutic effect on the unknown disease, which made Roland slightly relieved.
"It's good that you've recovered. Go and call the other soldiers. Ten people will enter at a time, whether they show symptoms or not, they must come in for treatment."
"Yes, Your Royal Highness. The soldier paused for a moment, then saluted again, "Thank you, Miss Nana."
"It's not Nana, this time it's Miss Lily who saved your life." Roland corrected him with a smile, "If it's so serious that the skin has burst open and bled, then you need Miss Nana to treat you."
"Is … is that so?" He touched his head, "Then thank you, Miss Lily."
After the soldier left, Lily glanced at the Prince, "It doesn't matter if it's Nana's, I don't need to be thanked."
Is that so, then why did you stand so straight just now? Roland looked at the other side's swaying ponytails, he could not help but reach out and rub her head. Unexpectedly, the other side did not express any protest, just gave a muffled groan.
Since it's not the plague, then in the end, what caused the disease? When he walked out of the box room, Nightingale immediately came over, "Your Royal Highness, I just saw a strange phenomenon, in the blood flowing out of those people … there are signs of the existence of magic."
"What?" Roland was stunned.
"In the fog, it was like a little star in the night," Nightingale said with certainty, "I have never seen such a small magical radiance."
This was an unexpected discovery, anything related to magic, if it wasn't caused by a witch, then it was related to the Church. Now, at least, it was certain that this plague was not caused by natural bacteria or viruses.
"I see," the Prince thought for a moment, "In that case, draw some blood and observe it."
"No, you may be infected!" She nervously shouted to stop him.
"Rest assured," Roland smiled at her, "Lily's new ability has completely restrained the disease."
The blood sample was taken from a comatose civilian, he inserted the glass piece covered with black blood into the shelf, adjusting the object. As the scene in the lens gradually became clear, if the thing that caused the symptoms was about the same size as the bacteria, then it would be impossible to see anything. But at the moment when the focus overlapped with the target, Roland could hardly believe his eyes.
Within the narrow range of his vision, he saw several long tentacles and fat bellies slowly swimming in the liquid, from time to time their tails spurting out a mucus that looked like slender hair. They were about the same size as single-celled algae, but just like Lily's mother, their bodies were not transparent, and it was difficult to distinguish whether they were single-celled organisms or not.
Fortunately, the magic radiance of the insects did not affect the little girl's ability to play a role. When the blood mixed with the replicas was dripped into the sample, the replicas even preferentially attacked these strange insects, turning them into their own kind.
When all the soldiers of the First Army had recovered, in order to avoid accidents, Roland ordered all the refugees who entered the box room to wear a hood and be led in by the soldiers. At the same time, another box room was also built, mainly for Nana to treat those who were seriously ill.
The treatment lasted from noon to the evening, when more than 500 people on the ten boats had recovered, the crowd burst into thunderous cheers. Many people knelt on the ground, shouting "Long live His Royal Highness", wave after wave of cheers, not subsiding for a long time.
"You don't seem very happy?" Nightingale blinked at him.
"The one who cured the disease was not me, but Lily and Nana, they are witches." Roland shook his head, "They should be the ones receiving the cheers of the people."
Having said that, before these people had fully accepted witches, telling the public the truth was not a wise move. He sighed softly, hoping that one day in the future he would be able to let the witches stand in front of the stage.
Nightingale seemed to understand Roland's thoughts, she generously patted his shoulder, "No one will care, you have done enough. Besides, this day will come sooner or later, won't it? "She paused," By the way, there is another good news I forgot to tell you. "
"What is it?"
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