Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Those who sneaked into the infected patients and secretly found the doctors responsible for drug distribution and tried to purchase vaccine drugs at a higher price, and were quickly pulled out by Pierce one by one.

The doctors sent to the refugee shelter to treat patients were mostly refugees from the northern wastelands in the past, and had a strong sense of belonging to the pioneer territory. Faced with these southerners who took out a handful of gold, silver and copper coins and wanted to buy medicines, Without hesitation, he turned around and reported them.

Pierce took almost no effort to catch seven or eight refugees by reporting. From his appearance, he didn't look like an ordinary poor escapee, but more like some wandering vendors who often traveled around.

"No one among these refugees knows you, and no one can prove your identity, so where did you come from? King Kong City? Or other cities in St. Valen?" Asdaron wrapped his body all over his body In the black robe, he asked in a cold tone.

The man who was cobbled on the wooden stake replied tremblingly, "Sir... please spare me. I just fainted. I don't want to go to the pioneers and obtain coolies. Let me go back!"

"Let's go!" Asdaren spit out a word lightly, then looked at Pierce with his head tilted.

Pierce immediately understood it, stepped forward and directly pinched the man's neck with one hand, then made a light click.

Two soldiers from the North Army rushed up, dragged the body's legs and walked out of the camp. The dead man's arms revealed a blue-black tattoo symbol similar to the sun rune - that was only the pious people of the church Baptism marks that will be branded.

"Next," Asdaren walked to another wooden stake with people tied up, "It's your turn to explain..."

The man's crotch was soaked, and he cried and said, "I am not a believer in the church. They gave me money to let me mix in the refugee group and report to the parishes along the way at any time... Woo woo, they promised that if I was infected , you can go to any nearby church to get a potion..."

"What is the situation reported? What does the church want to drive these sick civilians to do?" Asdaren immediately heard something was wrong and shouted sternly.

The man was so scared that he burst into tears and stammered: "Sir... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

He wanted to beg for a few more words, but Asdaren turned around and walked away. Pierce then grinned and pressed his hand on his neck, interrupting his last last words.

This one-time interrogation quickly consumed three arrested criminals - Asdaren was never a rude person, not to mention that he was not a human being, and he was a man who wanted to secretly destroy Lord Harvey's plan. , there is no slight mercy.

When it was the fourth person's turn, Asdaren felt a little surprised. Although this guy was tied up and hung on the wooden stake, he still couldn't stop struggling. His spirit didn't seem to have been hungry because of the bumpy road. , not like being infected with illness.

"I will only ask you all the questions once. If there is no satisfactory answer, your fate will be the same as the previous three."

The man immediately stopped struggling. Although his face was also full of fear, his psychological quality was obviously good and his speech was quite straightforward. He poured out all his confessions.

"Sir, I was also arranged to join the refugee team, but I am different from them. The priest of the church... The priest asked me to take the elixir of God in advance!"

Asdaren narrowed his eyes and stared at the man and asked, "What's your name? Where did you come from? Who is instructed in the church?"

The man swallowed his saliva with difficulty and quickly replied: "My name is Benjamin. I am a private slave dealer in the royal capital Jinhui City... For the nobles in the city and some adults in the church, I searched for young children. For them to enjoy..."

Pierce spitted hard on the ground after hearing this. Before Asdaren could speak, she wanted to step forward and twist the guy's neck, but was stopped by his mentor.

"Wait, it's not too late to let him finish his words."

He took off the robe hood that covered his head, revealing the creepy metal skull, and approached Benjamin, who was scared to the pale face and asked in a deep voice: "In addition to letting you mix in the crowd to monitor the people, the church What else do the charlatan tell you to do?”

Benjamin didn't expect that the black-robed monster was so weird and terrifying. He kicked his legs and tried desperately to escape. He began to speak nonsense in fear: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The priest asked me and My companions followed these fugitives and secretly guided them to attack the spellcasters Federation in the towns along the way, and tried their best to arouse hatred and hostility towards the spellcasters by ordinary people..."

"Don't kill him, let him identify all his accomplices from the refugee group one by one..." After saying that, Asdaren walked towards the temporary office without looking back. Pierce stepped forward and raised his hand and slapped heavily. , the private slave dealer's head was bent, and his blood mixed with broken teeth fell all over the floor.

Nympho

[Asdarren: Sir, your guess is absolutely correct. This catastrophic plague was really done by the church and the nobles. Their purpose is to arouse the hatred of civilians towards the caster and to expel and purge the holy people to scatter the holy people. The power of the domestic association of Valen. 】

Harvey sat in front of the magic brain instrument, looked at the message from Asdaren on the crystal screen, and immediately responded after thinking for a moment.

[Record the confession of the prisoner with the magic stone of the shadows and immediately hand it over to the Federation branch staff of Jackdaw Town. We will no longer interfere in other matters, just focus on sheltering and treating these infected refugees...]

After the call ended, he immediately logged back into his forum account and urgently contacted the Federation official who was still online at the moment - Mr. "Shield of Law" Fran McCaughlin.

[Kel'Thuzad: Mr. Shield of Law, may I ask how the Federation is currently planning to deal with the outbreak of the plague in Saint Valen? You should have known the seriousness of the situation, right? The refugee tide of the plague has spread to the border area...]

Fran McCaughlin, who was in a state of panic, saw the message that Harvey suddenly sent, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He replied quickly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

[Shield of Law: Mr. Kel'Thuzad! I didn't expect you to contact me. The Federation is still arguing about the cause of the matter. Apart from closing the border to control the spread of the plague, we don't have any other feasible solutions...]

[Fa Shield: However, we have urgently discussed with the Alchemy Exploration Society and sent an official letter to Grand Duke Saint Valen to explain and refute the rumors... But the medicine for treating the plague is still being developed intensively, and I'm afraid it won't be effective in the short term.]

Harvey chuckled. Mr. Fa Shield's complaints to him, isn't it just a hint to ask for help from the forum? Otherwise, why would they confide in me, a forum agent, about the internal disputes in their union...

[Kel'Thuzad: I accidentally caught several spies planted by the church at the refugee shelter on the border. Their interrogation statements have been delivered to the staff of the local union branch. I believe they will be very useful for you to prove your innocence...]

[Kel'Thuzad: As for the plague potion... I have prepared one that has a significant therapeutic effect on the plague. It has been distributed in the refugee camps. It should be able to control the spread of the plague in the border area soon...]

No mistakes in one post, one content, one book, one forum!

Fran McCollum looked at the message sent by the other party, and was stunned for a moment before reacting. He almost jumped up from his chair.

"This guy... has already figured out the formula for the plague potion? And it's already been put into use. Why did he come to me now? Is he trying to ask for a high price?"

He immediately typed a response, asking Harvey to give him half a day to complete the internal discussion, and then immediately stood up and told his servant: "Quick! Inform the members of the Supreme Council and the heads of other departments that I have found the formula for the potion that can cure the plague!"

Fran hurried to the conference hall, and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

If he could use Kel'Thuzad's plague potion to help the Federation clear the caster of the crime of spreading the plague, and then distribute the potion to the public for free through the Federation to solve this sudden disaster, his reputation and status within the Federation would undoubtedly be greatly improved, and the long-vacant position of the head of the Ministry of Magic Affairs would probably fall on his head.

Although Mr. Kel'Thuzad's mind was full of business, he really helped himself this time!

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[Kel'Thuzad: Formula? I don't have the authority to sell you the formula, Mr. Fashield, you know, I'm just the forum's agent in the southern border... But I can make potions in large quantities, as many as you want, I can give you. ]

[Fashield: Okay...then you name a price! You also know that the plague is spreading in Saint Valen now. Most of the innocent civilians who are implicated can't afford to buy potions. The Federation will definitely not take this opportunity to suck blood from the people and make money! 】

Harvey rolled his eyes and couldn't help complaining: What a compliment you've given yourself. You obviously didn't care about the lives of these civilians when you closed the border and let the plague spread. Now when it comes to the business of purchasing potions, you keep talking about not making a fortune...

[Kel'Thuzad: As a fellow spellcaster, I certainly won't sit back and watch the church and the nobles put this unwarranted accusation on all spellcasters. Let's put it this way... One plague potion costs one gold pound. I can provide you with 10,000 potions within three days at the earliest, and then provide the same amount every three days... As for the work of gathering the people to distribute potions, you need to do it yourself. 】

Fran pulled a piece of white paper and quickly began to calculate. The price of one gold pound to save the life of an ordinary person is indeed fair. For a large spellcaster organization like the Federation entrenched in the southern continent, money is the most insignificant transaction equivalent.

After about two weeks of spreading, only about 50,000 people in Saint Valen who are infected with the virus can survive until the medicine is distributed. This deal is worth the money spent to save the reputation of the Federation!

[Magic Shield: Deal! Please arrange to transfer the medicine to the Daus Federation branch closest to Saint Valen through the magic network teleportation array as soon as possible! ]