The Prophet Tangul smoked another pinch of magic stone snuff. This powerful medicine that can heat people's heads injects a pure energy into his body. He is ecstatic and his tail is frozen. He was immersed in the joy of victory.

His carefully crafted plan was successful, and his competitor One-eyed Heskett's plan to seize all the technical secrets of the School of Human Engineering was also thwarted. When he thought of Heskett's embarrassment, he showed his fangs, as if facing a dead man. When he explained to the army what he had done, the proud magic stone engineer had bowed his knees in the dirt. He once scolded Heskett, saying that his ill-considered reckless behavior almost endangered the entire glorious battle against Heidelberg, and let him slip his tail between his legs and sneak away

Now, Heskett returned to his room, sulking, waiting for reinforcements from Modu to take over the soldiers he had lost on the ground. If you are lucky, no new soldiers will come. Heskett may even be called back to Modu to explain his actions to his superiors. Perhaps, Tanguer thinks, as long as you can find the right ear to say the last sentence, this approach can be encouraged.

At this time, the curtain that separated Tangul's private cave from other underground passages was pulled away, and a small ratman entered the chamber. Tangul instinctively jumped back behind his throne. When he summoned energy to try to blow the intruder into an atom, there was a terrible dark magical light around his claws, but then he found out that the intruder was the Luck-Snake Tongue and he let that magic Stayed in his hands for a while.

"Important news, the most powerful master!" Lek-Snake tongue whispered a few words, but when he noticed the magical aura surrounding the Prophet, he was silent. "No! No! The most merciful master, don't kill me! Don't! Don't!"

"Never ever break into my room again without notice, otherwise you will die under the torture of extremely painful death," Tangul said without letting his guard down. After all, you never know when an assassination attempt will occur. There are powerful opponents everywhere. "Yes! Yes! The most keen prophet. This will never happen again. Just--"

"Just what?"

"Only I bring the most important news, great master."

"what is that?"

"I heard rumors--" "Rumors? Don't break into my sacred room and talk to me about rumors!"

"This rumor comes from a reliable source, the most authoritative master."

Tangul nodded. This is indeed different. In the past few days, Tanguer began to have some respect for the many informants of Luck-Snakes. This little man has a talent for discovering intelligence, even comparable to Tangul. almost. "Go on. Say! Say! Do n’t waste my precious time!"

"Yes! Yes! I heard that Villebris-Nule and his main assistant left the underground passage and went to the human city of Heidelberg, where a secret cave was built."

What would the dean of the plague **** monastery of the Pestiran family? Tangul thought, his brain was in chaos. What does this mean? This inevitably means some kind of betrayal of the sacred Ratman cause, some kind of conspiracy to seize the glory that should belong to Tangul. "Go on!"

"Maybe they took away the pot of potholes!"

Oh no, Tangul thought. The cauldron is considered to be one of the most powerful artworks owned by the Pestilian clan. Since he was a cub, Tangul has heard terrible stories about its power. It is said that this is a reliable means of creating terrible diseases. At the beginning of this era, a religious handicraft stolen from the temple of the plague **** Lalta was later used to serve the devil.

If the pot of potholes is somewhere on the surface, it can only mean that Villebris-Nule wants to cause a plague among humans. Under normal circumstances, Tangul will be very happy about this kind of thing that can happen-as long as he is still thousands of miles away!

The pestilence of the Pestilian clan has a habit of losing control and often tortures both the Ratmen and their target victims. Only the plague monks seem to be immune themselves. Many seemingly certain victories were destroyed by this incident. Now the Pestirian clan can only release their creations through the special authorization of the Demon Council.

At this time, the last thing he wanted was that his army was destroyed by an uncontrolled plague. He further considered the impact. Of course, the committee did not dispute success. Perhaps the plague can successfully weaken the power of humans without torturing the rat-human tribe. But if it succeeds, the Magic Capital Committee may support Villebris-Nule and withdraw its support for Tangul. Nu Le may even gain leadership of the invading troops.

Tangul thought about it. Otherwise, is there any other possibility? If this plan is really intended to be an honest effort to help invade human cities, why did not notify Tangul? He is the supreme commander after all. No-this must be a conspiracy designed to seize power. We must take all feasible actions against such acts of betrayal and blatant contempt of the Devil Capital Committee.

At this time, Tangul had another idea. His agent on the ground has reported stories of new terrible diseases spreading in human caves. There is no doubt that Villebris-Nule has begun to implement his evil plan. There is no time to waste!

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Do you know where the treacherous **** are?"

"I don't know, the noble master. My agent didn't say it!"

"Run! Quick! Quick! Quickly find your secret agent and find out those bastards."

"Immediately, the most decisive leader!"

"Wait! Wait! Before you go, you can bring me the parchment and pen. I have an idea."

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"You sneeze!" Elisa said.

"No!" Said Bai En, who knew he was lying. His eyes were swollen and his nose was dripping. He also sweated a little. Is this the first time he feels a sore throat and itches slightly?

At this time ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Eliza began to cough badly. She covered her mouth with one hand, but her whole body was shaking.

"You coughed." Bai En said, hoping he didn't cough. Tears began to appear in the corners of the girl's eyes.

"Oh, Bane," she said. "Do you think we have a plague?"

"No. Of course not," Bai En replied, even instinctively wanting to laugh. He believed that Eliza was just a simple cold symptom, just like herself. But deep in his heart, he was not sure. For a moment he thought that if Elisa really got the plague, a cold fear grabbed him. "Get dressed," he said seriously. "Let's go to the doctor."

The doctor is busy today; this is obvious, Bai En thinks. Outside his small, dirty office, there was already a long queue of half a block. It seemed that people in half the city were there, coughing, wheezing, yelling, and spitting on the street. There is an almost uncontrollable atmosphere of panic. Baien even saw people start to fight each other once or twice.

Bai En thinks this is useless. If there is a plague, the possibility of being plagued here is far greater than staying in a tavern. And in this case, they will never see a doctor today. Moreover, Brian did not have any expectations for the medical skills of the Heidelberg doctors. The aisle of Yodala Temple is full of seekers. There must be a better way.

It would be nice if Antaratm was there. Bai En regretted that he was only proficient in potions, too focused on medical skills, and too little research on diseases.

"Come on. I have an idea," he said suddenly, grabbing Elisa's hand and pulling her out of the queue. "No, Bai En, I'm going to see a doctor."

"You will—don't worry."