Inside a certain house in Kurona.
A tall man in a black robe was using his magic to observe everything that was happening in the Kurona Palace.
Under the black robe were only white bones. Apart from some rotten flesh stuck between the bones, the man in the black robe was nothing more than a rotting corpse.
He was cleverly observing everything that was happening in the palace of Kurona. He was able to bypass the barriers and seals that the prophets of the Lake God had worked hard to set up, and from there, he was able to spy on the outcome of the duel between the White Wolf Knight and the Grail Knight.
But that was it. The man in the black robe knew that if he took one more step, the Lake Goddess and the Lake Prophets would be able to sense his presence.
The black-robed man's undead magic was superb. His attainments in magic were beyond the knowledge and limits of the mortal world's wizards. His magic power, which was more than thousands of years old, could easily break through the protection of the palace. However, like most wizards, the black-robed man was not good at close combat. Once he was besieged by the Holy Grail Knights, even he would not be able to escape.
"Ah, it's that bitch's Chosen One and her champion." The black-robed man spat out a putrid mist from his shriveled throat. Not far from him, the corpse of a Brittanian nobleman was lying on the ground, his face covered in cockroaches and flies.
"That's not good. I can't fight the Lake Goddess and the champion at the same time."
"I need another way." The man in the black robe took out a piece of rotten parchment paper.
On this day, the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in Kurona made an earth-shattering discovery. When a clerk was sorting through a large number of files, he suddenly found the method to make a medicine for malaria that had been lost for hundreds of years.
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Kurona, Grail Cathedral, inner courtyard.
The flowers in the early spring were in full bloom thanks to the divine power of the Lake Goddess. The whole courtyard was filled with beautiful flowers.
The Lake Goddess was wearing a princess dress with a lace border and a hollow collar. She stroked a blooming iris with her slender fingers. "You did well, Laing. You showed the knights on the other side of the mountain our power."
"Your Highness, it is my honor, but the kingdom cannot always place its hopes on me alone." Laing seemed to be indifferent to the beautiful scenery. He walked through the beautiful courtyard and headed for the room that had been arranged for him.
"You don't seem to be satisfied with my arrangement for you to stay here?" Morgiana suddenly said as she looked at Laing's back.
"It would be a lie to say that I'm not satisfied. The living conditions here are no worse than the King's, and all kinds of services are available. I don't think even King Richard would be able to arrange for the Divine Maidens of the two lakes to serve me." Laing turned around, looked at the beautiful Lake Goddess Witch, and said with a smile, "But I was lying when I said I was happy. I still want to stay with Sir François and my maid."
"They're all lies. What about your truth?" Morgiana walked behind Laing and stared at his face with her green eyes, as if she was examining the truth in his words.
"Then you're both satisfied and dissatisfied. I'm very happy with your treatment of me, but I also sincerely hope that Your Highness, can you be a little more lenient? I can't thank you enough. "Laing said half-jokingly.
Morgiana walked in front of Laing, reached out her hand, and pressed on Laing's chest. "No, I can only tell you that I can arrange whatever you need, but you have to stay here for the time being."
"Okay, negotiation failed."
After saying goodbye to Morgiana, Laing opened the door to his room. It was still three or four o 'clock in the afternoon, so it wasn't too late. He lived in a luxurious suite with all the facilities he could think of. The only thing that annoyed him was that there were always two Lake Goddess Prophets in the suite watching him. They didn't restrict Laing's personal freedom, but they would follow Laing's movements.
After a while, as if she had settled the matter at hand, Morgiana directly pushed the door open with some documents in her hands without knocking. "Laing? I have something to discuss with you. "
"Okay." Laing had already changed back to his original noble clothes. Morgiana saw this and sat beside Laing. The Lake Goddess Witch changed her white soft boots into a pair of white stilettos. She tidied up her skirt, revealing a pair of small and delicate feet in flesh-colored stockings. A thick stack of files was placed in front of Laing. "Laing, I sent the Grail Knights to collect the remains of the deceased Grail Knights and move them back to the Grail Cathedral for burial. However, there are still some remains of the Grail Knights that have disappeared without a trace near Muxilon."
"How many are there?" Laing looked at the map of Muxilon and asked.
"Twelve." Morgiana's expression was full of hatred and anger. "Only in the Cursed Land, a place beyond the reach of that lady and us can the Red Duke do such a thing."
Just like what the Lake Goddess said, even her divine power could not break through the high walls of Muxilon. Only in the Cursed Land, the necromancer could desecrate the graves of the Grail Knights to his heart's content.
"Even in such a Cursed Land, the necromancer who could desecrate the graves of the Grail Knights and turn them into black Grail Knights is probably unimaginably powerful. Your Highness, do you know what I've thought of?" Laing looked at the map of the Duchy of Connaught. The map showed the remaining four baronies in the Cursed Land, as well as the Cursed City at the mouth of the river, Muxilon. "I've thought of the curse on you and … the attack on you."
Morgiana's eyes shone brightly. She subconsciously put her hand on her lower abdomen, where Laing had placed the seal. "You mean …"
"I'm a warrior, not a schemer, and not a wizard. Your Highness, that's all I can think of." Laing turned his head and found Morgiana's delicate face close to his. "Is there anything else you can tell me?"
"There's one more thing …" Morgiana leaned on Laing and whispered something in his ear.
"Understood." Laing looked at Morgiana with a faint smile. Seeing that he had agreed, the Lake Goddess did not look at him anymore. She immediately ordered the two prophets, "You two go out first. I have something important to discuss with Laing. Unless it's an emergency, don't come in."
"Yes." The prophets left.
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Night gradually fell. There was no curfew in the prosperous Culona. Due to the upcoming Knight Conference, a large number of people came to Culona.
The nobles on the streets were bustling with noise, discussing the upcoming Knight Conference.
"Wow, the Knight Conference is about to start. I'm not in the mood to work these days," said a slightly chubby middle-aged man.
"Yes, yes! I wonder who's most likely to win this year's Knight Conference? "Another person was obviously his companion. He was also very interested in the topic.
"This year? Sigh, there aren't many talented knights this year. Only three are worth mentioning. I think the winner will be decided by these three. "
"Which three?"
"They are Mister Jeffrey from Anglerton, Count Reynold from Gisoleiox, and Marchioness Suria from Vanford. Among them, I think Marchioness Suria is the most promising. She's the first daughter of the Grail Knight, Duke François. She's been practicing spear, sword, and equestrian since she was young. It's said that she's as strong as her brother, Julius!"
"Julius? Isn't he the champion of the last Knight Conference?"
"Yes, that's why I think the winner of this year's Knight Conference will be none other than her!"
The chatter of the crowd attracted everyone's attention. Soon, the people on the streets joined in.
However, some people were not in the mood to participate in these activities. The bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy rushed through the streets with a group of people. There were a few heavy carriages filled with precious herbs.
They wanted to immediately test whether the special medicine for malaria was still effective after hundreds of years.
The headquarters of the Goddess of Mercy was brightly lit. All of the guards and priests were gathered together to research medicine. Countless precious herbs were sent to the headquarters of the Church. Everyone was singing the name of the Goddess of Mercy, Shalia, as they made good use of the time.
This could be the greatest discovery in hundreds of years. If this special medicine proved to be effective, then malaria, a terrible disease that had plagued mankind for thousands of years, could be cured! Countless lives would be saved, and the fate of the entire human world would be rewritten!
In the intense experiment, the precious herbs were mixed together and made into a green solution. Then, the archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy, a kind middle-aged woman, directed everyone to continue their work. Her face was full of ecstasy and fanaticism. "Quick! Quick! "
Hundreds of years ago, a priest of the Goddess of Mercy found a special medicine for malaria in a sanatorium in the Empire. However, before he could leave the formula, the entire sanatorium was inexplicably destroyed in a fire and burned to the ground. Even the Goddess of Mercy did not manage to get the formula, only leaving behind a few records.
Now, the special medicine of the past was finally going to see the light of day again!
After the potion was made, the archbishop immediately sent the potion to the intensive care unit of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy in the suburbs of Colona. Under the constant purification of the priests, the potion was poured into the mouth of a malaria patient. Then, everyone waited anxiously for the results.
One hour, two hours …
As the patient sweated profusely, his body temperature dropped, his spirit recovered, and his appetite returned to normal, an earth-shattering cheer broke out in the sanatorium. The priests of the church knelt down and loudly praised the name of the Goddess of Mercy, thanking her for giving the special medicine to the mortals, and thanking her for her great contribution to the world.
This was an epoch-making moment!
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Subspace, Realm of Chaos, Realm of Eternity, the Garden of Nurgle, a paradise of death and disease.
Fluffy flies buzzed in swarms under the sky, forming thick and dark swarms. Under the canopy of leaves that had been gnawed away by insects, decaying tree branches and vines grew out of them and covered the decaying earth. Fungal plants grew out of the forest cover and spat out choking spores. The half-demon plants shook their stems at their own frequency, but it was not because they were stimulated by the air that seemed to have frozen. Bright red, blue, yellow, and purple flowers pierced the gloomy air. A paradise of joy was spread in the melancholy forest. The digging and running insects all had brightly patterned shells and shining wings. The insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow, muddy river. In the rustling of the reeds, they whispered the name of the epidemic pus spread by the great Nurgle in the mortal world, or lamented those who were doomed to die by their creator.
One of the four evil gods of Chaos, the God of Corruption and Disease, Nurgle was busy in his house. The building was dilapidated and ancient, but its foundation was always firm. The house was covered with creeping poisonous vines and thick moss. Cracked windows and broken stones competed with rusty bronze products for space. The rusty iron frame and moss-covered lintel competed with each other with their corrupt charm to surpass each other.
Nurgle worked hard under the crumbling walls. His huge body was swollen with decay and emitted an unbearable stench. He had green, necrotic leathery skin, and the surface was full of pus, swelling sores, and many parasites. Nurgle's pulsing organs were full of rotten excrement, spurting out through the cracks on his surface skin and hanging on his body, as if his body was covered with disgusting fruits. Swarms of miniature Nurgle burst out from these organs. They foraged and sucked the disgusting juices on the decaying intestines of Nurgle like a grandfather.
The Evil God was holding a large ladle and stirring it in a huge crucible that was bigger than its body. With every stirring of the Nurgle ladle that was covered with maggots, a new disease was created and used to destroy the mortal world.
The big rotten hand scooped up a part of the horrible mixture and put it into his cave-like mouth to taste the fruits of his labor. Nurgle was talking to himself, "Not enough, not enough, this is not enough. Damn Yisha, she will wear me, the great work, into nothingness. There will be more, more."
A group of Nurgle demons were surrounding Nurgle. They were loudly arguing about how powerful the fruits of his labor could be and how many souls they could take away before the gods of Order could react.
"Hmm?" Nurgle suddenly raised his head as he sensed something, "There are humans … There are humans who have discovered a new drug. They want to solve it. One of my proudest works."
"Not allowed!" Nurgle suddenly raised his cauldron.
Countless Nurgle demons sensed their master's command. They roared and rushed into Nurgle's cauldron. Hundreds and thousands of demons were melted into a paste by the boiling mixture. Even so, countless Nurgle demons still came from all directions and kept rushing into the cauldron.
"Go!" The cauldron flipped, and the horrible mixture poured towards the Prime Material Plane, turning into a yellow-green flood.
"Backward mortals who reject civilization, enjoy my gift!"
"Destroy!"
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