As the days passed, the weather gradually became hotter.
For ordinary civilians, warmer weather is a good thing. It is warm, you don't need to wear too many clothes, and it is convenient for work. But for migrants, hot weather is not good. When the weather is hot, people are prone to sweating, fatigue, and illness.
Especially when the weather gets hotter, mosquitoes breed and various infectious diseases become prevalent. In a dense crowd, once a large-scale infectious disease breaks out, it will be a disaster.
One day, Akane found Sui Xiong and worriedly told him that there were already signs of a plague outbreak among the aristocratic migration team.
The so-called plague actually refers to an infectious disease that is highly transmissible and harmful to the human body.
Sui Xiong frowned when he heard this and asked, "Is the God of Plague also coming to join in the fun?"
"No trace of Him has been found yet, but He must have noticed it." Akane said, "The current situation is very dangerous. The migration team sent by the merchants is better, but the migration team sent by the nobles is almost as if they are walking on a cliff. On the edge, a slight push will break it into pieces."
"I'm worried...if a plague breaks out, half of them will die easily!"
At this point, his face was filled with worry.
As a god who prefers kindness and order, even though his relationship with the noble faction is not good, he does not want to see innocent civilians harmed.
Even if these commoners are the foundation of the aristocratic faction, their death will damage the aristocratic faction.
A huge difference between good and evil, order and chaos, lies in means.
The kind of people who "as long as they can win, the means are not a problem" are mostly inclined towards evil and chaos. "There are things you should not do, but you must do something" are the characteristics of kindness and order.
Sui Xiong thought for a while and then called for Wo Er.
Wo'er, the god of knowledge and culture, is almost the foreign minister of the grass-roots team of the Void God System. Wall has expressed his opinions on this more than once. He said that he is qualified to work as a thug or a scholar, but he is really not suitable to be a diplomat.
"Then if it's not you, then who is it?" Sui Xiong asked, "Sanwu (the god of healing)? Akane (the god of medicine)? San Baled (the god of literature and art)? Or Damwe Virtue (god of agriculture)?”
Wall was left speechless. Compared with him, those four gods were obviously less suitable to be diplomats.
Sanwu is a gourd with a sawed mouth. He doesn't speak a word all day long, and he rarely even expresses his expression. Communicating with Him is a very difficult task. You must always pay attention to His subtle expressions so as not to fall into the dilemma of having nothing to say.
Let Him be a diplomat? Haha...hehehehe...
Akane is a technical geek. He is full of energy when doing research in the laboratory, and he is very happy when introducing theories and techniques. But if he is asked to negotiate with others, he will either be tongue-tied or hesitant, or he will be honest and have nothing to hide. Obviously, he is not suitable. Be a diplomat.
San Ballard is neither silent nor introverted, but he also lacks diplomatic skills - he almost puts all his emotions, anger, sorrow and joy on his face. When negotiating with others, just by looking at his face, you can tell what he is thinking. What.
Does this kind of person engage in diplomacy? Not much better than Akane!
Damwed's situation is better than all of them, but at this time, he is concentrating on sorting out his divine power in order to fully inherit the legacy of the Harvest Goddess, and it is really inseparable.
Looking around, in the Void God System, only Wole is really suitable to be a diplomat.
He is an old martial artist. Although he cannot be said to be intangible with emotions and anger, he at least has certain abilities of observation and disguise. And He is really free now, freeing up time and energy to engage in diplomacy.
"Please help me contact the God of Plague." Sui Xiong said, "Make an appointment at a time and place. I want to meet with him and have a detailed discussion."
Wall nodded without asking why.
In the Pantheon, His incarnation stood up and walked to the God of Plague, who was always half asleep and lying on his seat, as if hibernating.
"Our Majesty would like to meet with you and discuss something." He said bluntly, "Can you please spare some time?"
The Plague God appears to be asleep, but in fact he is not. Seeing Wole coming over, he remained motionless on the surface, but he was actually a little worried in his heart - Wole, the god of knowledge and culture, is a diplomat of the Void God System, and the two gods of medicine and healing in the Void God System are both the gods of plague. nemesis.
So when He heard what Wall said, his first reaction was "Oh no!"
Fortunately, he was also an old man after all, so even though he was nervous, he didn't show it on his face - of course, it was really not something ordinary people could do to see the expression on his rotten face.
"His Majesty Mask of the Void is looking for me?" He pretended to have just woken up, opened his eyes and sat up straight, "What's the matter?"
"The Pantheon is not an appropriate place to discuss anything," Wall said.
The God of Plague looked around and found that many gods were paying attention to him, especially the looks from the front row of the Pantheon, which made him feel quite threatened.
He nodded and said, "You are right, this is not a good place to talk. But... I really don't think there is anything good to talk about between us."
If the whole body were not wrapped in blood-stained bandages, it seemed that the god would completely fester at any time. He spread his hands and said seemingly unconcernedly: "There is my nemesis in your god system. I really don't want to go with him." You guys are too close and it makes me feel insecure."
Wall smiled nonchalantly: "When have you ever felt safe? Over the years, no matter when you have been hiding in that unknown place, when has the real body really appeared? What's more, even if it is unsafe, it is still unsafe. Damn it, it’s just a loss of one incarnation. With all your accumulation, are you still reluctant to part with just one incarnation?”
"...I really can't bear it." The God of Plague shook his head, "Unlike you, I don't have many believers. So every bit of my divine power is hard-earned and must be used sparingly. It's too luxurious to waste an incarnation."
"Our Majesty wants to see you." Wall smiled and reiterated, "You may not want to see Him, but are you sure that this will guarantee that you will not see Him?"
His smile became a little sinister: "Or, you don't want us to make an appointment at a time and place to meet peacefully, but you want Him to lead us to find you in a friendly and friendly way, and have a detailed and in-depth talk?"
He specially emphasized a few of the words, and the threat was evident.
The God of Plague sighed deeply and lowered his head, helpless.