Chapter 1485
Words:1997Update:22/09/11 15:04:05
Kieran pushed the door open.
He looked at the people kneeling on the floor. His face was as calm as ever, but his eyes showed signs of hesitation. In the end, he nodded.
"I will try my best to save you."
Kieran said.
"Thank you, merciful Majesty!"
"I will follow you for the rest of my life!"
"You will be my one and only faith!"
…
The crying stopped. Joyful cheers lingered in the empty space in front of the house. The lord of Gordor, the plainly dressed elder, was also cheering in joy.
He was smiling.
But.
His eyes were cold and mocking.
So what if he was a demi-god?
As long as he could find his weakness, he could still be killed by mortals.
After all, he wasn't a real God.
"Lord of Gordor."
The soft voice beside him made the plainly dressed elder's gaze turn warm. He turned around to Luphus, who looked a little nervous, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Wise Luphus?"
"Can we go somewhere else to talk?"
Luphus asked.
"Of course."
The plainly dressed elder nodded.
Soon, the two of them went through the tower and reached the streets of Gordor. After getting away from the frenzied crowd, Luphus's face looked even weirder.
He saw more people swarming into the house.
Some of them were even carrying stretchers.
As for what was on the stretchers?
It was self-explanatory.
"Did you tell everyone about His Majesty's arrival?"
Luphus looked at the old man.
"Yes.
This is our only hope!
I can't hide it! "
The plainly dressed old man nodded and admitted it very straightforwardly. A trace of helplessness just happened to appear on his face.
"Luphus, do you know?
Yesterday alone, more than 50 people died in Gordor, and it was just the beginning, when the Plague of Decay was at its mildest.
Once the Plague of Decay breaks out, I'm afraid the whole of Gordor will turn into a dead zone overnight.
"Do you wish for such a thing to happen?"
The plainly dressed elder asked.
"I don't want that to happen.
"This is my hometown. I hope it will be safe."
But … "
"Do you know His Majesty?"
Luphus said in a slow voice, and after a brief pause, his tone became stern.
"No."
"But I prepared for the worst."
"Everything will be on me alone."
A calm expression appeared on the face of the plainly dressed old man. He was fearless.
Luphus looked at Kieran's expression blankly. In the end, he shook his head and went back to the tower.
The old man watched Luphus's back until Luphus went through the tower and entered the manor. Then, the old man sneered.
"Don't be careless."
A notification rang out from the shadows behind him.
"How could I be careless?"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I will definitely be careful."
"What about you?"
The old man stopped sneering. His lips moved slightly, and his voice unconsciously traveled into the shadows.
"The news will soon spread throughout Yort Fields."
"Everyone who is infected by the plague will come here to seek treatment from His Holiness."
"I hope …"
"He can really heal so many people."
The voice in the shadows unconsciously sneered at the old man.
How could a demi-god cure a plague that even a real God couldn't?
If he could really cure the plague, why would he need them?
Treat them like food?
"Of course he can!
Don't forget that God and man are different! "
The lord of Gordor said with a smile. He then turned around and walked out of the street. The figure in the shadows followed him quietly.
Soon, the old man reached a house at the edge of Gordor Land that was sealed off because of the plague. He then walked in.
Kak!
The old man opened the secret passage hidden in the house with ease.
"My lord."
The greetings from the guards came from the secret passage. The old man waved his hand, and the person who had been hiding in the shadows walked out as well.
The white coat and the kind face were unforgettable.
The Wandering Doctor, Acker.
"Doctor Acker."
The guard continued to greet the old man.
Unlike the old man, the wandering doctor politely bowed to a group of guards with extraordinary strength before heading deeper into the secret passage.
A huge hall the size of two football fields appeared at the end of the secret passage.
In the center of the secret room was a transparent cone-shaped container that looked like a funnel. Gray liquid was rumbling inside the container, as if it was boiling and bubbles kept popping up.
The bubbles did not disperse. Instead, they passed through a spiral test tube that was 30 meters long, from thick to thin, and entered a large beaker of normal size at the side.
It was different from the gray liquid before.
It was a pinkish green liquid.
Pink and green were normal colors, but when they were mixed together, it gave off a rotten and disgusting feeling.
The lord of Gordor walked up to the beaker and carefully observed it.
When he saw the liquid in the beaker was almost half full, the lord couldn't help but smile.
"Very good progress."
It's faster than I thought.
We'll fill it up soon enough. "
The plainly dressed old man's tone was filled with anticipation.
"It's normal.
After all, a lot of people died.
Following the outbreak of the plague, more and more people will die, so the collection speed will get faster. "
The Wandering Doctor Acker said in a light tone.
"So …"
"Happy working together?"
The lord of Gordor turned to Acker and the latter extended his hand without saying a word.
Both of them shook hands.
At the same time, they smiled.
Their smiles looked sincere.
As for the truth?
Hmph!
After Acker left, the lord of Gordor grunted coldly. At the same time, he discreetly took out a bottle of potion and wiped his hand that held Acker's.
The eyes of the plainly dressed old man flickered with a cold killing intent.
However, this trace of murderous intent was quickly concealed in the depths of his heart.
It wasn't time yet.
Just a little bit more.
He had to be patient.
…
The wandering doctor returned to the main street of Gordor and walked briskly to the only relay station in town.
"Carrier pigeons!
I need enough carrier pigeons!
I want to tell the good news about this place to those who are afflicted by the Plague of Decay! "
Carrier pigeons flew out one after another.
They flew to all over Yort Fields.
They brought exciting news.
Of course.
It wasn't just one demi-god who was willing to cure the Plague of Decay.
It was a more obscure message that commoners couldn't understand.
The wandering doctor walked out of the relay station an hour later.
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