After experiencing the darkness of the morgue, the daylight seemed incredibly bright. After leaving the silent hall of the dead, the noise on the street seemed incredibly loud. With the pungent aroma of the basement, the stench of the city is almost suffocating. Bai En had a runny nose and a slight pain in his joints. Not a plague, he fiddled with the copper ball incense burner with his finger and said to himself that it was just a cold in the summer. He remembered the previous question that had no answer.

"Why are the priests of Mohr not threatened by all the plagues and diseases that can kill them? Is there some kind of grace? Will their Lord give them some special protection?" Bai En asked.

"I don't know. Their tombs are very clean and well cleaned. In my experience, this helps stop the spread of disease. They are priests, so they eat well and rest well; it also helps." Dray Dr. Keesler replied.

"Really?" Guerrerogan asked, turning his head. "Oh, yes. Sadness, stress, poor living conditions, dirty, bad food-all of these are the cause of the spread of disease, and sometimes help determine who can survive."

"Why?" The dwarf continued to ask.

"I don't know. I can only say that I observed this to be true." "So do you think these things help to make Mor's priest immune to disease?" Guerrero asked with a little disbelief.

"I never said they would be spared, Mr. Gray Rogan. From time to time, one of them will get sick."

"And then?" Bai En interjected.

"He went to see his **** and there is no doubt that according to the piety of his faith, he will have special arrangements in the afterlife."

"It's not very reassuring," Bai En said. "If you want comfort, Mr. Bai En, talk to the pastor. I'm a doctor. Unfortunately, I have to go back to make a living now. I'm sorry, I can't help more."

Bai En bowed to him. "You have helped a lot, Dr. Drexler. Thank you for your precious time."

Drexler bowed and turned away. At the last moment, he turned to leave a sentence. "If there are any new developments, please tell me." He said, "finding a pattern." "

"I will." Bai En said.

"I'm going to have a beer," Guerrerogan said suddenly.

"I think this might be a good idea," Bai En agreed, and he suddenly desperately wanted to squeeze the morgue from his mouth.

Bai En looked down at his third bottle of beer, thinking about what they saw. He kept telling himself that he just had a cold and had a headache, but the beer helped him get rid of the pain.

Guerrero sat paralyzed by the fire, staring at the flames. Heinz stood by the bar, preparing for the peak hours of the evening. The other bodyguards were holding drinks and playing hook knife games on the table next to them.

Bai En is in trouble. He was confused and stupid. He knew there must be a pattern here, but he just couldn't see it. It looks like something invisible and deadly is killing the people of Heidelberg, but he is powerless. This is frustrating. He almost looked forward to another attack by the gutter walker, or another attack by the horde warriors. He can see the enemy and he can fight it. Or more precisely, the dwarves can fight the enemies he sees, and it is likely to defeat them. Bai En suddenly realized that thinking did not seem to be their strong point.

He was proud to be a smart, well-educated person, a mage and a scholar. But as he wandered around, the situation changed. He can't remember when he last raised the pen. Last night was his first night in a long, long time, and he opened a book under the pretext of learning. He became a mercenary adventurer wandering around, and his brain seemed to be dormant.

He knew that this matter was beyond his ability. He is not the kind of clever detective that appears in detective novels. To be honest, he did not believe that in real life, things would work as they did in drama, and the clues were neatly arranged in a logical chain, pointing to an inevitable solution. Real life is more chaotic than this. Things are rarely simple, and if there are really clues, they can undoubtedly give more than a concise and logical explanation.

He thought of Drexler. So far, the doctor has done nothing but help them, but it is easy to give a sinister explanation of his work and motivation. He has too much knowledge, this kind of knowledge is unwelcome in the Marnus Empire, and this is suspicious in itself. In the more superstitious realm of mankind, simply because of the books owned by Drexler, he would be burned to death on the stake. Even reading these books alone will allow the witch hunter to execute him without trial.

However, Bai En has also read one of these books, but he knows that he is not a friend of evil forces. Would n’t Dr. Rexler be on the same boat? Would he be what he looked like, someone who wanted knowledge from any source to help him in the profession of healing and saving lives?

But Bai En thought that it seemed that the doctor could cast a spell. Bai En touched the copper ball censer hanging on his neck. The incense inside was strengthened by the doctor's spell. Even if you don't think about whether the doctor is a wizard, a wizard, or even someone with special abilities. But will the ability to cast spells lead him to those evil forces? He seemed obsessed with knowledge, and Bai En knew that a certain evil **** had always been known for providing the caster with many secrets to attract fallen people. Bai En thought, this is too difficult. The beer began to make him dizzy.

In the end, he knew deep inside that there must be some connection between the deaths of all people. In fact, he was sure that he had seen the evidence now, but he was too stupid to know what it was. The only connection he can think of so far is that they are all in the hall of the dead, in the Temple of Moore, and this is not a connection at all. Eventually, all men and women will be buried in Moore ’s garden, if they are not pulled into the bottomless pit ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ eventually, every citizen of Heidelberg will be buried in this piece Huge cemetery.

He wanted to laugh fiercely for this, and wanted to laugh at whichever **** of death was so equal to the creatures, but he suddenly had an idea. Wait! Most of the people he knew died of the plague are connected. The man he saw on the street two days ago was wearing a black rose. The other deceased, the one in the morgue, also wore a black rose, a traditional symbol of mourning. The woman and her children became widows and orphans. Only the last one did not show any connection, but maybe if he dug deep enough, he might find one.

What does this mean? Is the Mor temple itself related to the spread of the plague? Is corruption so deep? Even the believers of the **** of death will participate in it? For some reason, Bai En doubted this. The believers of Mohr may believe in the **** of death, but they look forward to the afterlife rather than worship death itself. If he is a believer in Natal, or other more evil believers in death, he may still believe, but not a believer in Mohr.

But the first deceased person he saw had just attended the funeral. Is there anything else? The dead man wearing roses is almost certain. What about mothers and children? Maybe they took part in some kind of worship service and went to the cemetery of Mole Temple to see her dead husband? He is not sure, but he knows a way to find out. He got up from his chair and patted Guerrogan on the shoulder.

"We have to go back to the Temple of Moore," Bai En said to the dwarf. "Did you have a pathological attachment to that place?" The dwarf complained dissatisfiedly.

"No, although to be honest, I like it a little bit. But I think it may be the key to unraveling this plague." Bai En explained.