For the next month, Kant followed Yadonis or Kloritz to investigate around, and sometimes went to repair the troops' site to help supervise the work.
The courier will bring new information about the main city from Dherim every other week, and travel between the two cities.
As the deadline for the scheduled return journey approached: Kant's mission to Durandal also tended to be successfully completed.
Avoiding the stormy period in the desert, Kant officially set off on his return trip at noon one day with a bunch of materials he personally collected.
"Lord, be careful on the road." Clorez said.
"Okay, I will trouble you about Durandal." Kant rode on the camel, and said to Crowrez and Yadonis who walked out of the city gate to see him off.
"We will definitely complete the Durandal project as you requested, the lord," Yadonis said.
"Well, goodbye." Kant replied with a relieved nod.
As soon as the voice fell, the guards leading the team at the front began to move forward on their camels.
Under the watchful eyes of Yadonis and Crowrez, Kant's team left the city gate and disappeared into a barren desert.
It takes about a week to travel from Durandal to the main city of Dherim.
Under the blazing sun, Kant felt that his sweat was about to soak through the innermost layer of his clothes. I couldn't help but think in my heart: Maybe a shortcut should be built between the two cities. This kind of trek is really tiring for migrant workers who need to go back and forth between the two cities.
"How long will it take to reach Dherim?" Kant casually asked the waiter who brought the dishes during dinner.
"According to the discussion of the guards, we should arrive before the day after tomorrow." The attendant replied cautiously.
"Okay, I see." Kant nodded, signaling for him to back down.
After the meal, Kant walked out of the tent and took a walk outside. After hearing the news that someone passed out after dinner tonight. He immediately went to the captain of the guard and asked, "I heard that some soldiers fainted today. Is it because of heatstroke?"
"Report to the lord, the soldier did faint from heatstroke." The captain of the guard reported.
"Apart from the one with heatstroke, do other soldiers feel unwell?" Kant asked.
"There is only one person who fainted. When receiving dinner today, two soldiers took sick leave. It seems that they are also unwell due to the hot weather." The captain of the guard said.
"Where's the medical team we're accompanying this time?" Kant thought of something and asked.
"After receiving the news, the medical soldiers have already gone to take care of these three people." The captain of the guard said.
After hearing what the captain of the guard said, Kant felt relieved for the time being.
"Take me to have a look." Kant ordered.
The captain of the guard ordered Kant to go to the tent where the heatstroke soldiers were housed.
Kant saw that the three soldiers were all lying on the couch, and each had two medical soldiers examining and treating them.
When the person in charge of the medical team saw Kant coming, he quickly got up from the seat beside him, walked up to Kant and saluted, "Lord."
"Hmm." Kant continued to look around the room and asked, "How are these soldiers doing?"
"The other two are fine. After taking a dose of medicine, their body temperature gradually returned to normal." The medical captain introduced: "The soldier who fainted is in some trouble, and his consciousness is still not very clear. .The medicine didn’t have any obvious effect.”
"Is the effect of heatstroke so serious?" Kant wondered: "You must do your best to treat him. And keep an eye on his condition. Well, just in case, the other two soldiers who have ruled out the danger have been arranged in other camps Rest inside."
It should be impossible for heatstroke to cause such a serious follow-up reaction. Kant has made a decision in his heart. Although he doesn't know why, the soldier in front of him obviously caused other diseases to become what he is now. .
If it is an old physical illness, then the situation may be pulled out of new changes at any time.
You have to watch carefully.
Kant returned to his camp after careful instructions.
It was getting late, and it was almost time to rest.
Kant extinguished the candlestick in front of the bed, and fell asleep in his clothes.
"Lord!! Lord!!!" In the early morning, someone shouted loudly outside the tent.
Kant was awakened sleepily, his mind was in chaos.
Only when the people outside opened the door and walked in did Kant put on his coat neatly.
Being woken up at such an early hour, Kant still had a small burst of anger in his heart.
But when he saw that the person who came was the captain of the medical corps, Kant began to feel uneasy.
"What's wrong?" Kant asked calmly.
"Soldier, a vision has occurred on his body." The medical captain responded panting.
When Kant heard this sentence, a chill rushed to his heart from the soles of his feet.
What he feared most happened.
After stepping on his boots, Kant immediately ran to the camp he had visited last night.
Two medical soldiers stood outside the camp. When they saw Kant, they immediately stopped him and said, "Lord, the soldiers may have been infected with the plague, so you can't go in now."
"No, I want to go in and have a look." Kant replied firmly.
"Hmm." The two soldiers looked at each other, seeming a bit embarrassed. Then one of the medical soldiers took off the closed medical suit he was wearing and handed it to Kant: "Then trouble the lord, you have to wear this."
Kant quickly took it from the medical soldier, put it on nimbly, opened the curtain and walked in.
There are several medical soldiers busy in the camp.
The crowd built an isolation curtain near the sickbed for the soldiers infected with the plague.
Even so, all those who moved in the camp wore the same overalls as Kant.
Not long after Kant entered the camp, the captain of the medical corps also hurried over in work clothes. Follow Kant.
"When did you find out that the soldiers were infected with the plague?" Kant asked.
"Before dawn today." The captain of the medical team replied.
After learning the specific time, Kant nodded and walked over to the soldier's position.
"Lord." The captain of the medical team stopped him slightly.
"It's okay." Kant waved his hand.
Opening the curtain around the hospital bed and walking in, I saw the soldier lying unconscious on the bed: the soldier's exposed skin was covered with red rashes, as if he had some terrible skin disease. Even though Kant's whole body was wrapped in work clothes, he still smelled a foul smell from the tip of his nose.
(end of this chapter)