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

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An iron boot stepped on the white forest rat bones that covered the ground, crushing a rat's skull to pieces.

Jeanne frowned, turned over and jumped on her horse, galloping towards Constantinople.

Along the way, she saw many dead beasts, most of which belonged to royal gardens, but also a small number of livestock raised in ordinary civilian homes. Their skins were crawling, and their underneath were obviously crowded with eating rats.

As we approached the city gate, the surrounding scene became lively again.

Many of the people who lined up in a long queue waiting to enter the city were chatting with fear.

The rats in my master's barn are simply crazy. Not only are they not afraid of people, they even dare to bite me - Miss Ronya's poor cat was bitten to death by the rats.

I also encountered those crazy rats and got bitten by them. It really hurt!

Be careful of those rats. They must be parasitized by the devil. If you are bitten by them, it may be like being bitten by a mad dog.

Shut your crow mouth!

Rabies was a terminal disease in later generations, let alone in the still ignorant Middle Ages. The only tenderness people showed towards rabies patients was to help them escape early.

Someone complained in a low voice: This year's harvest is pretty good. After excluding the taxes and rations to be paid, there is rarely a little left. I originally wanted to offer a bag of grain to Father Malganis so that he could host the ceremony for my boy. The wedding - now it's all ruined by those nasty rats.

People whispered to each other and did not dare to make any noise.

The citizens of Constantinople were much more confident than the tenant farmers who came to the city to find work. It is said that when the emperor lost the war in the past, the citizens dared to tie up municipal officials and parade in the streets to protest.

Jeanne listened to their conversation for a while, and seemed to have made up her mind. She suddenly walked forward quickly and grabbed the arm of a complaining tenant farmer.

Master, what are you doing?

The tenant farmer was frightened and asked in panic.

Jeanne didn't reply, but just rolled up his worn linen sleeve, revealing an arm covered with black abscesses underneath.

She looked a little pale and subconsciously took two steps back.

Black Death?

The tenant farmer recognized that it was a woman's voice, but still did not dare to forcefully pull out his grabbed arm.

After all, he was a knight with a full set of exquisite silver armor and a divine war horse, and he was most likely a nobleman.

Even a female knight was something that ordinary tenant farmers like him wouldn't dare to mess with.

Ms. Knight, please let go of poor old Barry. He still has two poor children to support. I don't know how he offended you, but it must not have been his own intention.

Please have mercy!

The sharecropper's companions joined in to say good things.

Jeanne didn't know what to do for a moment.

This man who was infected with the Black Death was hopeless, and there was no telling how many of these people in front of him were carrying deadly germs.

Moreover, they were about to enter the city - into this densely populated city.

Maybe she should stop these people, but she couldn't do it at all - even if she could do it, it would be meaningless, because there are still not many people who have entered the city before.

Furthermore, this Theodosian wall could stop thousands of troops, but how could it stop rats that dig holes and fleas that jump from them to humans?

She couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Even if she becomes an elite, there is no way to resist such a terrifying natural disaster.

What happened?

A group of knights in bright clothes and angry horses were about to leave the city when they heard the movement and came over.

Crown Prince Henry?

Jeanne spoke.

It's you?

Crown Prince Henry looked a little embarrassed. He only found out afterwards that Jeanne was actually a female knight.

His defeat at the hands of her in the grand arena could be said to have ruined his reputation.

But he didn't know why, but he couldn't feel the emotion of grudge in his heart. Instead, he felt a faint sense of expectation when he saw her, just like when he saw the lovely nun in the convent when he was young.

You came just in time, I need your help with something!

Jeanne took off her helmet, and her long golden hair spread like a waterfall: I am Jeanne, the chief knight under the command of Marquis Lothar.

She let go of the tenant farmer's hand and grabbed hold of Crown Prince Henry.

The Crown Prince subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Jeanne's opponent was directly grabbed by her shoulders and pulled closer.

Stop, what are you going to do to my master?

The knights behind him drew their swords and glared at Jeanne. They had no good impressions of this female knight who killed many of them in the arena and brought them great shame.

However, this woman is quite good-looking.

Some people's originally stern eyes couldn't help but soften a little.

what are you up to?

Crown Prince Henry looked at Jeanne with a dull look in his eyes. He swallowed for a long time and asked in a low voice: I mean, do you need my help with something? Can you let go first?

He felt that Jeanna's hand holding his shoulder was like an iron vise and he couldn't break free at all.

Inform Queen Lagaia immediately, close the city gates, and be careful of those damn rats, a terrible plague is about to happen - hey, remember every word I said, I'm not kidding, this is definitely a Bichas There are even more horrific disasters than the Dinny Plague!”

Seeing some disapproval on Crown Prince Henry's face, Jeanne immediately increased her tone.

I swear by the surname of Dark and the surname of Lothar, the lord I serve. What I say is definitely not a lie. This disaster is by no means limited to Constantinople. Once it spreads, your Germania , more distant Gaul, Apennines. The whole world will fall into a disaster.

Henry didn't know whether he was shocked by Jeanne's serious tone or attracted by Jeanne's beauty. He didn't reply for a long time.

It is true that in terms of beauty, she is still obviously inferior to Queen Lagaia.

But this was the first time Henry had seen such a heroic female knight.

He is not a short-sighted person. After the Witch Tower was established, his father had female knights under his command, but they were all big, round, strong, and more brutal and rude than men.

There is no comparison with Jeanne.

Jeanna frowned and increased her strength on her hands: I'm not kidding. Go see Queen Lagaia immediately and tell her what I said. I have to go find my master.

Yes Yes Yes.

Crown Prince Henry felt pain in his shoulder and said quickly.

Looking at Jeanne's retreating back, Crown Prince Henry paused for a moment and sighed softly.

He somewhat regretted why he had married so early, even though his wife had brought him a claim to the kingdom as a dowry.

Sir, are we just going to let her go?

Um…

Henry was silent for a moment, then got on his horse and said, Everyone, follow me back to the city. We will go to see the Queen.

In the dark underground palace.

Compared with Jeanne's Holy Flame, Anna's fire spell is much simpler.

The dark long corridor is now covered with a layer of black ashes, which makes a creaking sound when stepped on.

Although Lothar's spells and knowledge are very limited now, he can be considered an official wizard, but he can't see any abnormality in these mice.

But his instinct as a beast reminded him that these little things living in the gutter were quite threatening.

Lothar frowned and said, How could anyone study something like plague?

Is the plague something that humans can tame? Isn't he afraid of backlash?

As it turns out, it does.

Anna's tone was solemn: Moreover, that person has most likely truly tamed the plague and integrated magic into the plague - like a curse.

Killing that person will really make the plague disappear?

Although Ana had said this before, he still had some doubts.

After all, this matter is too important.

Anna hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said: It may not be a person, it may be an object - no one has seen such a thing as the source of plague before. I have only seen it in the collection of books in Constantinople. There are similar assumptions.”

Maybe destroying the source of the plague will work, maybe it won't. We can only pray for the former.

The group continued walking deeper into the corridor.

Along the way, several more rat groups were cleared.

Anna's steps suddenly stopped, her lips moved, and she didn't know what she was saying.

Following her line of sight, Lothar could see a few strands of torn red satin scattered on the ground, soaked in sewage.

There were roses outlined in gold thread on it, and Lothar remembered that it was exactly the same pattern as Liena's red dress.

It is the work of Master Dusen.

Anna gritted her teeth and said: Liena should have just passed by nearby. Let's pay attention to the footprints in the mud. That guy is an ignorant and lazy person. She doesn't know how to levitate.

Lothar felt a little heavy. In fact, by now, everyone knew that Liena was probably dead.

Otherwise she would have no reason not to reply to the communication.

The double-headed eagle emblem issued by Anna is not so easy to be lost or damaged.