The Dean Has Arrived

Let time go back to the Iron Ax Tavern half a day ago.

"Sorry, I don't drink." St. George refused the ale that Xi Wei pushed over, and then asked curiously, "What did you mean by the rumor?"

"It is said that people who are injured by the plague walking corpse will also be infected and become a member of the walking corpse."

Xi Wei took back the wooden cup, took a sip, and then frowned.

He finally discovered that the age of mythology is not as good as the later ages... The brewing technology here is really poor.

So he raised his hand and called to the bartender: "Give me a glass of juice and a glass of honey milk."

In later generations, it has become common sense that people who are injured by a plague walking corpse may be infected with that plague. After some militiamen were injured by walking corpses in the cemetery during their mission, no matter whether the opponent was a plague walking corpse or not, they would go to the church of the Pure White Church and spend a few silver coins to buy a small pot of holy water to clean the wound. Facts have proved that This is very effective against the plague brought by the walking dead.

It's just that the Pure White Church in the age of mythology still doesn't know where to hide. Even if Xi Wei really digs them out, God knows if they have the technology to make holy water now.

Regardless of the high-level holy water that requires the blood of the saint, the manufacturing process of low-level holy water is not simple, otherwise so many amazing and brilliant alchemists in the age of mythology would have produced it long ago, and it would not be their turn to become pure white Specialties of the Church...

"..." St. George didn't answer, but just sighed.

This guy is so good at lying, he writes what he thinks on his face.

Xi Wei sighed in his heart.

It would be great if those old foxes in future generations could be so simple.

After a while, when his own juice was delivered, St. George whispered, "Can we change the subject?"

His voice was full of bitterness, which made Xi Wei completely unable to think of the young man who dared to slay the dragon with him six years ago.

"Now is an extraordinary period. If the news of 'Once injured, you will become a walking corpse' is leaked all over the street, it will definitely affect morale, so the headquarters should try to block the news secretly... For example, the infection Kill them all or something."

Xi Wei took a sip of his own honey milk before nodding in satisfaction: "I think, with your character, there must be no way to do such a thing, right?"

St. George, who was told by Xi Wei, could only remain silent.

Six years have allowed this former hot-blooded boy to grow up gradually, and he knows that many times, even if he disagrees, he can only compromise with reality.

"This is necessary for the final battle...I understand...but I just can't..."

St. George hugged his head in some pain.

"I understand."

Xi Wei nodded, then patted him on the shoulder: "Then why don't you just do it with me?"

"What?"

St. George's mind didn't turn the corner all at once.

"I'm going to treat those who are infected. Would you like to help?"

Xi Wei looked at him and said every word.

"Really? Do you have a way to heal those people!" The young knight had an extremely surprised expression on his face.

"There is no way to be 100% sure, so experiments are needed."

Naturally, Xi Wei wouldn't talk too much, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "So what's your answer?"

"If you can do it, so what if I hand in my resignation to the knight order immediately!"

St. George tapped on his breastplate, making a bang.

"This is not a matter of handing in your resignation letter. You also know that the high-level people are hunting down the infected people. If we want to help those people, we will inevitably confront the high-level people. You are really willing to abandon your bright future and become a thorn in the side of the other party. Even become a wanted guilty?"

Xi Wei said seriously.

"Let me confirm first." St. George also put on a straight face, and asked seriously: "You really want to treat those people, and you don't have any other bad ideas-such as fighting for power with the current high-level, right? ?”

"I can swear on this point, from now on, I will never do anything harmful to human beings."

Xi Wei drew a circle on the table, and countless oath inscriptions faintly appeared inside. He took out a small knife casually, scratched his finger, and squeezed out a few drops of blood into the magic circle, completing the oath.

"In that case, I can also swear to the honor of the knight."

Regardless of the surprised expressions of the surrounding guests, St. George raised the fire of notoriety: "Before you betray mankind, I will definitely do my best to help you and become your blade. Fulfill all your dreams!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, then clapped their hands and made oaths.

--Dividing line--

This is a dark world.

Hessen Ingenishil stood among them, a little confused.

Suddenly he seemed to hear the sound of gurgling water behind him.

Turning around, a rushing river appeared in front of him.

Then he immediately noticed that his subordinates and partners were on the other side, and seemed to be planning to go there.

"Really, don't leave your chief general behind!" He sighed. Lifting the chin of his war robe, he planned to cross the river, catch up with them, and then give them a good meal as usual.

"do not come!"

at this time. His once best brother, as the right and left hand of the lieutenant, shouted across the river: "Boss, don't cross the river! You are not yet time to cross the river!"

"Why don't you cross the river, what are you talking about..."

Heisen responded impatiently.

"Boss, think about what happened before!" the figure continued to shout, his voice a little anxious.

What happened before?

Ah, yes. He received a high-level order to clear up a large number of walking corpses that appeared in the territory, but because the number of enemies was much larger than reported, although he won the hard battle, almost everyone was injured after the battle.

Just as they were returning to the city, a knight order seemed to attack them because they mistook them for walking corpses...

Everyone died except him.

After that, in order to gain people's recognition again, he returned to his hometown and started hunting demons everywhere, trying to let the people in the city know that he did not become a walking corpse...

But, thinking about it now, the demons he hunted and killed seem a little strange...

"Boss, you seem to have remembered it." On the opposite side, his best brother once smiled: "Then I should go too."

"Wait, where are you going!" Hai Sen regained his senses and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the other party.

"Boss, I'm dead. But you're still alive." He had an open-minded smile on his face: "I hope you can avenge us... Ah, of course it's not to trouble those knights. If you can, please Help me kick the Plague Lord hard in the ass."

"Fili..."

Hai Sen bit the corner of his mouth, desperately suppressing his desire to cross the Styx River and reunite with his brothers.

With tears in his eyes, he nodded fiercely, and then turned around: "I understand. At that time, I will definitely let you see your boss in the underground!"

After speaking, he ran forward without thinking.

Because if he didn't leave here soon, he was afraid that he would not be able to help crying.

The last time I shed tears was a long time ago, when my mother was skewered by those damned orcs with wooden cones.

On the other side of the River Styx, the soul named Fei Li, watched Hai Sen's figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Boss... No, my lord general, I wish you prosperity in martial arts, and I will watch you in Valhalla."

Valhalla is a place in the legends of his hometown. It is said that the souls of all the soldiers who died in battle will go there in the end to guard their relatives and friends there.

Not only him, countless figures of soldiers under Hai Sen's command floated on the bank of the Styx River, and together with Fei Li, they saluted the figure who had disappeared from their sight.

Many times, living is far more painful than dying.

--Dividing line--

When Heisen opened his eyes, the white magic lamp light hurt his eyes.

He felt that his whole body was in burning pain, but compared to feeling no pain at all before, it might be more comfortable this way, because he would have the real feeling of being alive.

After getting used to the light of the magic lamp, he saw the figure in front of him.

Xi Wei stretched out his hand to the warrior who had just returned from death.

"Welcome back." He said with a smile, "If possible, would you like to join my mercenary group?"