"The medicine was distributed," the innkeeper said with a wry smile, "but it arrived a little late."
"Before the drugs arrived, the epidemic was already out of control. The authorities could only clear an area near the city wall as a strictly sealed quarantine zone, and arrested and sent all infected people found in public places."
"Soon, order in the quarantine zone completely collapsed. It was said that there were desperate thugs and desperate infected people inside, and everyone was terrified. After the medicine arrived, no one dared to enter the quarantine zone to deliver it. The city guards could only climb up the city wall and regularly throw medicine and food supplies down from the wall every day for people in the quarantine zone to scramble for."
"How can we control the epidemic like this? It's like a bunch of time bombs are in the quarantine area, living a life of neither life nor death, and there are people slipping out every day..."
"Sneak out?" Sheila asked. "How did you sneak out?"
"There are many ways," said the innkeeper. "Most of them are digging tunnels, which are hard to prevent. Occasionally, an infected person sneaks out at night, finds a weak point in the quarantine patrol, and kills the guard from behind."
"After these people come out, they usually break into houses and rob food and medicine, killing the owners and occupying the houses. However, most of them are seriously ill, so they bring the plague with them. When they die in the house, if they are not discovered quickly, the neighbors will suffer. Many people dare not tell others when they find out that they are infected, for fear of being sent to quarantine areas. As a result, they continue to infect people nearby..."
"Alas, the Count is too indecisive and inefficient. In my opinion, either all the infected people in the quarantine area should be killed, or a death squad should be organized to send drugs in to control the epidemic. There is no point in being in the middle, what do you think?"
Eleanor's face turned pale. Although she had never seen it with her own eyes, just by listening to the innkeeper's description, she could probably imagine what a miserable hell on earth the quarantine zone would be like.
"Indeed." Medea deliberately showed an expression of deep sympathy, "But the Count must be in a difficult situation, right? After all, at this time, he still has to deal with the invasion of the neighboring principality..."
"Bah!" The innkeeper was fooled when he heard someone defending the count. He blurted out with disdain, "If you ask me, why hasn't the epidemic been brought under control yet? It's because a large number of people have been transferred to defend the border! This has led to a serious shortage of manpower in the city, so they came up with something like a quarantine area that only treats the symptoms but not the root cause!"
"Not to mention, they dragged people out of their homes in the middle of the night to enlist in the army..." He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly and impatiently urged to cover up: "Are you planning to stay in the hotel? Or eat?"
Medea, who had already received enough information from the innkeeper, was about to say no with a smile, when she heard Ask behind her say:
"Let's stay at the hotel and get a room first."
"A room?" The innkeeper looked at the beautiful woman behind him, and couldn't help showing an admiring expression on his face as if he was looking at a warrior, and smiled apologetically:
"Okay, a king-size room. Do you need props to help you have fun? We have some miraculous oil from the East..."