Amidst the moans, Kieran looked at them with pity as he walked past the people who were tortured by the plague. White light shone on the ground as he walked.
It was just like a week ago.
Holy and merciful.
Yes, merciful.
Other than merciful, there wasn't a better word to describe it.
For a whole week, Kieran didn't stop for a single moment. He walked from one end of Gordor to the other. Whenever a new patient entered Gordor, the warm holy light would shine on them.
Under the holy light, the damage caused by the Plague of Decay was swiftly weakened. Although it couldn't eradicate the root of the disease, it was enough to give people hope.
Hope that everything would turn for the better.
Those who yearned for hope even rushed to Gordor without stopping.
In less than a week, the only town in Gordor was filled with people infected by the Plague of Decay.
The more serious ones were lying in the middle of the town, in the manor of the tower.
The lighter ones were lying outside the manor.
The lighter ones were lying in the middle of the town.
However, regardless of the severity, the merciful His Majesty would treat everyone equally.
He would smile at you.
He would encourage you.
He would ease your pain.
The light shone again.
The low sounds of prayers were endless.
Luphus and his student carried the first aid box and walked behind Kieran. The wise man's eyes were red. He didn't have Kieran's extraordinary stamina. He only rested for a short while every day, so he was completely exhausted. However, he didn't slow down at all.
Potions after potions were distributed to those infected by the Plague of Decay.
Luphus' student, the young man, reminded them of the things to take note of.
Everyone who saw the two of them would respond with a kind smile.
The smile was filled with gratitude.
Because of the gratitude, the young man became more energetic.
He seemed to have found his goal in life.
Luphus, however, frowned.
More and more infected came to Gordor.
Gordor, which wasn't that big to begin with, was overcrowded.
More importantly, His Majesty hadn't rested for a week.
Luphus didn't know how much stamina the divine spell consumed, but he knew once His Majesty ran out of stamina, it would be the start of the disaster.
This wise man had already smelled something unusual.
"Call Sir Roffu over."
Luphus ordered his disciple.
"But Sir Roffu is supervising the brewing of the potion …"
"It's okay."
"This place is more important."
Luphus waved his hand.
The young man quickly ran towards the tower.
The scene was witnessed by the lord of Gordor, the wandering doctor, Acker, who was hiding in the shadows.
"What did he discover?"
The Wandering Doctor Acker squinted his eyes and looked at the back of the young man who was walking away.
"After all, he has the title of 'wise man'."
"It's very normal for him to discover something."
"It would be disappointing if we couldn't find anything at all."
"But so what?"
"The outcome has been decided!"
"No one and nothing can stop it. Now, all we need to do is wait for His Majesty to show signs of exhaustion."
The plainly dressed lord of Gordor spoke softly and slowly.
Right at that moment, the holy light that shone down on Kieran suddenly paused. Although it returned to normal a moment later, the two men in the shadows saw it.
"Look, here's your chance."
The lord of Gordor smiled.
"Leave the rest to me."
After saying that, the wandering doctor walked away quickly.
…
Kieran walked from one end of Gordor to the other, and when he came back, he didn't spread the holy light around the Plague of Decay like before. Instead, he went back to the manor in the tower.
"Your Majesty?"
Roffu, who was carrying a chair for Kieran, looked worried.
Kieran waved his hand and didn't say anything. The exhaustion on his face couldn't be concealed anymore.
Looking at the exhaustion, Luphus clenched his teeth with furrowed brows.
"Your Majesty, please leave Gordor as soon as possible.
There's no need to stay here. "
The wise man spoke quickly.
Faced with such a proposal, the two young men were taken aback.
"The human heart.
It's the most unpredictable.
It's also the most fickle. "
Luphus said with a bitter smile.
Before the wise man could explain further, a series of noises came from outside.
"Why didn't we heal our loved ones?
Why did they only heal those few? "
"That's right!
It's our turn now! "
…
Luphus's face turned sour when he heard the noises.
He had guessed this would happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"Your Majesty, please …"
"I'll go have a look."
Kieran stopped Luphus with a wave of his hand. He stood up from the chair, but the exhaustion on his face didn't go away. He slowly walked out the door.
Outside the house, a group of people was blocking the entrance.
Each of them was burly and strong, wielding swords and knives. Their presence was fierce, and none of them came with friendly intentions. Every single one of them died without an intact body.
Sou Sou Sou!
[Dandelion's Pierce] was like a ghost in the dark, shuttling through the crowd swiftly.
It reaped the lives of the people like harvesting wheat.
Blood rained down like rain.
Heads rolled and corpses fell to the ground.
In just a blink of an eye, there was no one left standing. All that was left were people groaning under the torture of the Plague of Decay.
Luphus, on the other hand, was looking at the scene with widened eyes in disbelief.
What happened?
Shouldn't they be held hostage by the human heart and struggling bitterly?
Shouldn't they be exhausted and unable to come to an end?
Why did it turn into a massacre?
Luphus didn't know how to react to the scene before his eyes, but he suddenly realized the people who were tortured by the Plague of Decay had stopped moaning.
It wasn't that they were no longer alive.
But …
They were healed!
That's right, healed!
Luphus checked the person closest to him. His breathing was steady, he didn't have a high fever, and other than feeling a little weak, everything was normal.
"This … This …"
Luphus opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word.
Those who were healed were also at a loss.
They looked at each other before looking at Kieran, who was standing there.
"You've all been saved!
You've been stained with the blood of the evildoers!
So … "
"You've all been healed."
Kieran said calmly.
"Evildoers?"
More people didn't know what was going on.
"They are in cahoots with the ones who brought the plague."
Kieran explained.
"What?!"
The people who had just recovered let out cries of disbelief. Then, the people who looked at the corpses with pity immediately revealed expressions of disgust and anger.
No one could understand how they felt when they lingered on the edge of death.
It was worse than death.
And these people were the ones who brought the plague.
They were killed by others!
"Damn it!"
A hot-tempered man walked over and kicked the head of a man not far away.
Like a domino effect, the man triggered a chain reaction. The others joined in the fray. Kieran watched quietly.
He didn't stop them.
His voice clearly spread throughout the entire Gordor Land.
"The accomplices of those people are still hiding in the area.
"Go!"
"Find them!"
Use their blood to wash away the pain of the Plague of Decay! "
"I."
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