When Roland and the witches finished their lunch and were going back to their room to take a nap, Carter rushed into the castle hall.
"His Royal Highness, the civilians from the Eastern Realm from the capital have arrived at the dock!"
"So fast?" It seems that Thassa's efficiency in handling things is quite high, he thought happily, it is not a matter of being a person who has served in the patrol team and has a relationship between black and white. But looking at the sweaty appearance and frowning brows of the chief knight, Roland suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"But the people on the ship all got a strange disease," Carter quickly described the patient's characteristics. "In the beginning, there were only a few people, but now it has spread to two or three ships, and even the soldiers of the First Army have been infected. !"
Patients with dark spots can infect each other? It sounds a lot like the plague, also known as the Black Death. But Yersinia pestis can't make people's blood change color, let alone crack the skin.
Roland frowned.
He thought of Lily for the first time, but he was not sure whether the other party's ability to deal with this unheard-of infectious disease would be troublesome if she could not be cured. He had to make decisions carefully, but according to Carter's description, these people couldn't last long.
In any case, at least the scene must be blocked first.
Thinking of this, Roland ordered Carter, "Lead the First Army to set up a security area outside the dock, and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving. At the same time, I repeatedly told them: I will be there soon, and Miss Nana is already on her way. "
"Yes!"
"It's tricky?" Nightingale asked.
"I don't know yet. The key depends on Lily's ability," he said solemnly. "Call all the members of the Witch League. I won't be able to sleep at noon today."
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Roland thought about it all the way and felt that he must be isolated from the patient before verifying the effect of Lily's ability.
Fortunately, her fresh-keeping ability is of the summoning type, and it can produce effects without touching the target. This distance is the same as the control distance of most witches, which is close to about five meters.
So he recruited two carpenters and quickly built a rectangular box-shaped house with Anna's help. There is a partition in the center of the room, and a small glass window is embedded at the upper end, through which the view on the opposite side can be seen. There is a flexible curtain drawn by Soraya under the partition, and two small holes are symmetrically opened, allowing Lily to stretch her hands through. The soft sky-colored curtain will tightly wrap the little girl's hand, thus blocking the air circulation on both sides. As long as you wash your hands with alcohol after coming out, you should be able to eliminate the possibility of infection.
The order at the dock was controlled by more than 100 soldiers of the First Army on the ship. They were able to maintain discipline under the terrifying infectious disease, not because of their strong will, but because most of the soldiers believed that the angel-like Nana Miss Wa will surely make them heal as well as ever.
After the box room was ready, a soldier who was able to move on his own and with black spots only appeared on his arms was selected.
He walked into the room as instructed, stood still, and Lily stretched her hand through the partition to use her abilities. And Roland stood beside her, observing the other party's condition through the window.
The influence of the magic power was silent, and the little girl nodded. After indicating the completion, he asked, "How do you feel now?"
"His Royal Highness?" The soldier heard Roland's voice, and he was so excited that he raised his hand to salute, and then froze in place, "Hey, I think my strength has recovered. My God, Your Highness, I feel much better!"
Roland could also see that the dark spots on his hands were rapidly fading away, which was definitely not a symptom of the plague. If I remember correctly, the latter's black spots come from complicated sepsis and high cyanosis. Even after the plague bacillus is killed, these dark spots will take a long time to subside, and Lily has no ability to revive her body at all.
However, her new ability did have a therapeutic effect on unknown diseases, which made Roland a little relieved.
"It's good to recover. Go and call the other soldiers. Enter ten people at a time. No matter whether they show symptoms or not, they must come in for treatment once."
"Yes! Your Highness," the soldier paused for a moment, then saluted again, "Thank you, Miss Nana."
"It's not Nana, it's Miss Lily who saved your life this time." Roland corrected with a smile, "If it's serious enough that the skin is bleeding, then Miss Nana will be needed to heal you."
"Yes... yes," he rubbed his head, "thank you then, Miss Lily."
After the soldiers left, Lily cast a glance at the prince, "It doesn't matter if it goes to Nana, I don't need to be thanked."
Well, then why did you stand so straight just now? Roland looked at the other side's swaying double ponytails, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her head, but the other side unexpectedly didn't protest, just groaned.
Since it is not the plague, what is the cause of the disease? He walked out of the box room, and Nightingale immediately leaned over, "Your Highness, I just saw a strange phenomenon, the blood flowing out of those people... there are signs of the existence of magic."
"What?" Roland was stunned.
"In the mist is like a little star in the night," Nightingale said affirmatively, "I have never seen such a small magical light."
This was an unexpected discovery, but anything related to magic was either caused by witches or related to the church. It is now at least certain that the disease was not caused by bacteria or viruses in nature.
"I see," the prince thought for a moment. "In that case, let's draw some blood to observe."
"No, you might be infected!" she stopped nervously.
"Don't worry," Roland smiled at her, "Lily's new ability has completely suppressed the disease."
The blood sample was taken from a civilian who had fallen into a coma. He embedded the black blood-stained glass on the storage table and adjusted the object distance. As the scene in the lens becomes clearer, if the symptom is caused by something about the size of a bacteria, there is a good chance that nothing can be seen. But when the focus overlapped with the target, Roland could hardly believe his eyes.
Within the narrow line of sight, several bugs with tentacles and fat bellies were slowly swimming in the liquid, and the tail spewed a mucus from time to time, like slender strands of hair. They are about the same size as single-celled algae, but like the mother Lily made, the body is not transparent, and it is difficult to tell whether it is a single-celled organism or not.
Fortunately, the magical glow on the bugs does not affect the little girl's ability to function. When the blood mixed with the replicas is dropped into the sample, the replicas will even give priority to attacking these weird bugs, turning them into their own kind. .
When all the soldiers of the First Army recovered, in order to avoid accidents, Roland ordered all the escapees who entered the box room to wear hoods and be led by the soldiers. At the same time, another box room was also built, which was mainly used by Nana to treat those seriously ill patients with open skin and flesh.
The treatment continued from noon to the evening. When all the more than 500 people on the ten boats recovered, the crowd erupted into cheers. Many people fell to their knees on the ground, shouting long live His Highness, the sound wave after wave, unable to calm down for a long time.
"You don't seem very happy?" Nightingale winked at him.
"It's not me who cured the disease, but Lily and Nana, witches," Roland shook his head and said, "It should be them who received the cheers from everyone."
Having said that, it is not wise to tell the truth to the public until these people have fully embraced witches. He sighed softly, hoping that one day in the future, the witch will also stand in front of the stage.
Nightingale seemed to understand what Roland was thinking, and she patted him on the shoulder generously, "Everyone won't care, you've done enough. Besides, this day will come sooner or later, won't it?" After a while, "By the way, there is another good news that I forgot to tell you."
"What's up?"
"The Witch League may be adding a new member," Nightingale said with a grin. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)