In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

It was late afternoon.

In the suburbs of Constantinople, a group of three people suddenly broke through the barrier of space and appeared out of thin air under a tall oak tree.

Where is this?

Lothar covered her head, resisting the severe dizziness and looked around.

The transport process was like throwing a person into a drum washing machine running at maximum power. He even had the urge to bend down and vomit.

Anna calmly supported the staggering Eve. This otaku's physical fitness was obviously not as good as Lothar's. On the contrary, Anna was either used to teleportation or her physical fitness was amazing.

The western suburbs of Constantinople, where no one usually comes, is dotted with many cemeteries. It is also the place where the legend of corpse-stealing monsters first spread.

Residents of Constantinople were often buried near churches within the city, believing that this would help them ascend to heaven after death, or that they would be spared during the final judgment.

The cemeteries in the western suburbs only bury the poor and foreigners from the lower classes.

How many teleportation arrays do you have in Constantinople?

Lothar felt a little outrageous.

This ancestral wizard who presided over the construction of the Imperial Library left Anna with a rather rich legacy.

Not as many as you think. There are only about a dozen in key locations, and most of them are in the city.

Anna obviously had no interest in showing off, so she checked the direction and said: Time is running out, come with me. Eve, are you feeling better? If you feel better, give me and Lothar the Light Body Technique. .”

The unkempt witch said hmm, but still didn't dare to see anyone. She looked timidly at Lothar from between her somewhat knotted hair, and recited a spell in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

She still didn't know what Anna was asking her to come out for, but she wasn't used to asking, so she just followed the instructions silently.

A few rays of magical light fell on Lothar, and he suddenly felt that his body was much lighter. If it weren't for the shamelessness of jumping up and down in place, he would definitely do this and try to see if he could jump up and touch the tree above his head. tip.

Let's leave first and explain to you what happened on the way.

As Anna spoke, she opened the slits of her long skirt, spread out her long legs and ran into the distance - her posture was indescribably heroic, completely inconsistent with her original image.

While running, Anna sent a message to Lothar and Eve: Liena discovered a large group of rats in the underground palace. According to her speculation, it may be related to the Justinian Plague.

So, brace yourself, this is a horrific catastrophe that could destroy Constantinople and the Empire.

Rat swarm, plague?

These two keywords immediately intertwined into a terrifying word in Lothar's mind - Black Death!

His heart trembled. If it was really the Black Death, it would be a disaster not only for the Eastern Empire, but also for the entire world, except for the more distant Eastern Dynasty.

Because Constantinople was at the trade hub of the entire European continent.

If the Black Death were to spread here, no one in Gaul, Iberia, Germania, the Baltic Sea, West Slavia, the Russian states, North Africa, or the Levant would be able to escape.

Includes the Transjordan territory of Lothar and the Limassol Military District.

With the simple medieval medicine in this world that seemed to have only three treatment methods: enema, bloodletting, and aromatherapy, this was definitely a horrific catastrophe that killed tens of millions.

Lothar immediately said: Anna, Fulin also has a coat of arms in her hand, connect her communication for me, and immediately ask her, Jeana, Chelinina and Prajna to come to support us.

Thanks.

No, if the plague breaks out, no one can be immune.

They ran very fast, passing through a vast wheat field in the blink of an eye. They stepped on the soft ridges of the fields, but the footprints they left were quite shallow.

The surrounding scenery gradually became desolate.

This is it.

While the three of them were talking, they had already arrived in front of a deep well, which had long since been abandoned. The mouth of the well was mostly covered by weeds about half a person's height, and you could smell a faint smell of decay when you got closer.

then.

Anna threw out a bottle of light blue potion. The liquid inside looked particularly like the Blue Moon that Lothar used to wash clothes in her previous life.

After a slight shake, the liquid inside slowly flows, giving people a rather viscous feeling.

This is?

A potion to restore mental strength.

Lothar suddenly realized that he had just transformed into a half-dragon, and most of his mental energy had been consumed. At the moment, he could only use 20% of his 100% combat power. Anna obviously knew this.

Thank you. Do you have a lot of this?

Lothar calculated that if the output of this thing was sufficient, it would definitely be a more useful treasure to him than the newly acquired Dragon Core Noble Phantasm in his hand.

Of course not. This thing is difficult to prepare and the materials are rare. I have only saved five bottles in so many years. If it is not necessary - I suggest you drink the recovery potion prepared by White Moon Grass. It can also restore your mental strength. But You need to sit still for two to three hours.”

Anna glanced at Lothar and urged: Drink quickly, we don't have time to waste.

Lothar immediately unscrewed the oak cork and poured the liquid inside into his mouth.

Contrary to Lothar's expectation, there was no hard-to-swallow feeling in the mouth. Although the taste was very sticky, it was not that unpleasant to drink.

As the potion entered his throat, he immediately felt a cool feeling rising from his stomach and going straight to his brain.

His mental power, which was almost drying up, began to recover rapidly. Looking at this speed, it would only take half an hour at most for his mental power to return to full strength.

Let's go down.

Lothar reminded: Remember to leave a mark for Fulin and the others.

Anna nodded and said: Don't worry, I know. Eve, you are walking at the back. If there is danger, don't worry about us. Just ensure your own safety first.

Eve said hmm.

Then I saw Anna jumping into the well without hesitation.

…

No need to send it away, thank you for your kindness.

After saying goodbye to the somewhat over-enthusiastic person in charge of the equestrian competition, a Count Commander of Constantinople.

Jeanne placed a heavy bag of gold coins on Grape's saddle.

In this equestrian competition, she successfully won the honor of champion knight.

But the process was not as easy as she expected, because she had never practiced mounted archery, and she lost to a Vadaritai cavalryman from Cuman.

If she hadn't gotten perfect scores in spear throwing, lance thrusting, and racing, she might not have been able to win the title of champion.

She was holding the grapes and walking on the forest path in a very happy mood. She made a small profit of a thousand suludes by doing whatever she wanted. Converted to ordinary quality wine, it should be enough to fill a warehouse, right?

Putao suddenly stopped and scratched the ground uneasily.

Grape?

Jeanne's expression was slightly startled, and she put her hand on the sword at her waist.

Are there robbers?

Grape is a spiritual horse, and its intuition has always been very sensitive.

However, there was no special movement around, and it was surprisingly quiet. This place was far away from the manor where the competition was held, and happened to be on a remote stretch of road.

She held her breath and listened for a long time, but she didn't realize what it was that made Tao Tao so uneasy.

At this time.

She noticed that Pu Tao was staring at a mouse crawling along the corner of an abandoned house on the roadside.

She immediately relaxed and patted the horse's butt: You guys, are you addicted to eating rats? I'm warning you, if you want to eat meat occasionally, I can prepare fresh meat for you, but you are absolutely not allowed to eat rats again. !”

It is not uncommon for horses to eat mice. It is also common for some chickens that accidentally wandered into the hay pile to be chewed up and swallowed one by one by the horses.

Jeanne thought Grape was just doing this out of curiosity.

But she held the reins and tried to urge Putao to move forward, but Putao refused to leave.

Jeanne's expression turned serious.

Because she realized that something might be wrong with this mouse. Its hair was wet and tangled, and there were clearly visible black abscesses.

The grape obviously didn't stop in front of it because it wanted to eat it.

At this time, the mouse seemed to have noticed this, raised its head, and its small eyes were actually flashing with a bloodthirsty red light.

Immediately, the mouse squeaked and rushed towards the grape, regardless of the huge difference in size between the two sides.

boom!

Jeanne quickly grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and pinned the mouse to the ground accurately.

She carefully walked around the crazy mouse with the grapes, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

This mouse is obviously not in a healthy state, and may be carrying some deadly germs.

Walking around the mouse's body, she held the grapes and continued moving forward.

Along the way, the surroundings were exceptionally quiet, so quiet that it was a bit scary, as if even the chirping of birds, beasts and insects had disappeared.

Jeanne suppressed her uneasiness and continued walking. Suddenly she saw a dead war horse lying on the side of the road not far ahead. The saddle, stirrups, and saddlebags were all in place, but the owner did not know where he had gone.

She didn't dare to approach rashly, there was lingering doubt in her eyes.

I just went to the countryside for a horse race. Why did the whole world seem to have changed on the way back?

I thought so in my heart.

She looked at the war horse from a distance and saw a hole in its abdomen, with a little blood soaked in the soil underneath.

Under the skin, it seemed like there was life, constantly moving.

Snapped--

One of its skins was bitten through, and a dirty, blood-stained rat emerged from it.

Its body was also covered with abscesses.

What kind of evil spirit is this?

Jeanne released the hand holding the sword on her waist and took out the rusty holy spear from the saddle.

The bloody rat stared at Jeanne with a pair of scarlet eyes.

There was gradually a dense rustling sound all around.

One after another, the rats pierced the war horse's skin, staring at Jeanne with red eyes.

Alongside the forest path.

The swarm of rats has gathered into a tide, ready to devour Jeanne and her mount at any time.

Jeanne's face looked a little ugly. She patted Putao's head gently to comfort the frightened animal, and murmured in a low voice: What a ghost, even the mice are going to eat people.

This is obviously not the Black Death.

In other words, it’s not just the Black Death.