"Get away from this body, he …"
Huu!
A blazing flame rose from Kieran's palm, snapping Luphus back to his senses from the panic.
He finally remembered who the person in front of him was: a demigod, a demigod.
Not a common man!
"Can this body be cleansed by burning it?"
Kieran asked Luphus in a calm tone while holding back the excitement of the Plague Force.
It was the 'guidance' of the power of plague that led him to this corpse.
However, although the body that appeared out of nowhere carried a delicious energy, Kieran wasn't going to eat it so easily.
One needed to know that after a fish took the bait, its mouth would be hooked to death.
The best outcome would be losing part of its ability to 'hunt' and living as a loose tongue.
The worst?
Becoming someone else's meal.
Kieran didn't want to be either of those.
Therefore, he was more careful than ever.
"Sure!
"After you've burned it thoroughly, just cover the ashes with soil!"
Luphus said seriously.
It was a look that the wise man had never shown before. Even when he was pressured by Kieran, he wasn't even half as serious as he was now.
After the Devil Flame burned the body, a pile of ashes was left on the spot.
Luphus carefully pushed the ashes into a deep pit beside the body and filled it with soil before he heaved a breath of relief.
However, it wasn't the end.
Luphus took out a vial of potion from his backpack.
"Eden, get me a watering can from the car."
Luphus ordered his student.
Kieran watched as Luphus sprayed the potion mixed with water over a 10-meter radius around the body.
"Is it effective?"
Kieran asked as he sniffed the pungent smell of the disinfectant.
"A little, but the source isn't here.
The source of the Plague of Decay isn't here … The plague spreads faster than you can imagine. If one person died, there will be at least a hundred more — this is the proverb that describes the Plague of Decay. "
Luphus looked at Kieran with a bitter smile and continued, "In Yort Fields, the biggest gathering place for bards is Gordor Land!
"I beg you to let me go there."
"It once plundered my family."
"I can't tolerate it destroying my hometown."
With that, the Wise Man knelt on one knee and bowed to Kieran.
Kieran nodded slightly.
"Thank you for your kindness."
Luphus bowed again when he saw Kieran nod. He then turned around and said to his disciple, "Eden, please follow His Majesty and serve him as you serve me."
The young man didn't know what he should do. It was like his last words.
"Teacher, I …"
"I can't teach you any more."
"But you are a good boy. You must have your own path."
"Remember, I once taught you that it's not scary to be afraid of death, because death is scary. People are tired of death, but you can't forget your heart."
The young man said instinctively but was interrupted by Luphus.
Luphus then ran towards the wagon without looking back.
There were some things in the car that he had to take with him.
Of course, even so, he …
He wasn't confident.
Even though he had been researching the Plague of Decay for many years, he still felt the same.
As for asking Kieran for help?
Luphus thought about it before.
But he immediately threw this thought out of his mind.
Back then, when the Plague of Decay broke out in Yort Fields, they did ask for help from Naveya, but it was useless.
Even the two priests of the Mercy Temple were infected by the virus.
The High Priest who came was also fortunate enough to survive the divine light of the God of Forgiveness, but his originally strong body rapidly weakened. He had no choice but to give up his position as High Priest to his successor and face death alone.
Not even a real God could cure the Plague of Decay.
A demigod?
How could there be a cure?
As for Kieran?
Let alone Kieran.
All he could do was leave the rest to fate.
Luphus showed a bitter smile as he carried the baggage on his back.
Then, he suddenly heard the sound of wheels in his ears.
Groom, Groom!
"Teacher! Teacher! "
Eden's voice made Luphus turn around.
"Didn't I tell you to follow His Majesty … His Majesty Ryan?"
Luphus scolded his student. He thought his student had made a decision he shouldn't have, and it was normal for a young man to do so. However, when Luphus saw Roffu beside his student, he knew Roffu wasn't as reckless as Luphus. Then, Roffu opened the window and saw Kieran inside, telling Luphus everything.
"It's useless.
Even if you are a demigod, the Plague of Decay is … "
"Why do I have to face the Plague of Decay?
I am going to Gordor to read the contract between Yort Fields and Naveya from 300 years ago. What does it have to do with the Plague of Decay?
And you?
As the military consultant of Arya Outpost, I am just giving you a lift.
Of course, you can also choose to walk. "
Kieran interrupted Luphus and said calmly.
Luphus sized up Kieran's face carefully through the window.
He hoped to see the answer on Kieran's face.
Unfortunately, he couldn't see it before, and he couldn't see it now.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for everything you have done for me.
But Eden is too young, he … "
"Teacher, I want to go with you!"
Luphus was hoping that Kieran would agree to let his student return to Arya Outpost, but the moment the words escaped his mouth, Eden interrupted him.
Luphus glared at Eden angrily, but when he saw how stubborn Eden was, his heart softened.
However, Luphus wasn't a person who would change his mind easily.
"No!
You must return to Arya Outpost! "
Luphus said harshly.
Eden, who was prepared for this, replied with a grin.
"You told me to serve His Majesty Ryan with all my heart, so I am now His Majesty's servant! Now that His Majesty Ryan is heading to Gordor, I, as his servant, will have to follow.
I didn't teach you how to talk just to anger me! "
Luphus wanted to slap his student, but Roffu was faster.
Pak!
The scabbard struck Luphus' neck again. The wise man didn't even grunt before he fainted. Roffu grabbed the wise man and threw him into the carriage. He bowed at Kieran and sat back on the wagoner's seat, raising the whip in his hand high.
Pak!
A clear noise later, the wagon headed towards Gordor Land at an even faster speed.
Meanwhile, inside Gordor, the plainly dressed old man was standing respectfully in front of a figure.
"My lord, the plan is progressing smoothly.
All the seeds have been scattered and that little fish has taken the bait. "
"Little fish?
"That's a good description, and it really suits his identity."
A demigod?
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