shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

"Of course." Orthea nodded, then meaningfully glanced at the smiling Highness the Holy Maiden, got up and walked to the patients.

Aristocrats have always been fond of fine food and fine meat, so they naturally cultivated a whole body of fine skin and tender meat.Orthea lowered her head and looked around. Many people had dark complexions, and they were lying on the temporary bed moaning in pain.

At this time, when I saw Orthea, everyone stretched out their trembling hands to the white robe elf as if they wanted to grab the last straw, and one of them even tightly grasped the corner of her clothes. Yousi begged for help: "Please, please save me, please save me, Lord Mage. I... I am Viscount Locke, and someone in my family married into the royal family. As long as you save me, what do you want?" Anything is fine! I am willing to give... half of my property to you!"

Orthea:  …

She rubbed the center of her brows speechlessly, opened her mouth to say something, but after thinking about it, she was speechless.

The man carefully observed the elf's reaction with his small eyes open. Seeing this, he panicked. He opened his mouth helplessly and clenched his hands tighter: "You... If you don't like it, I can give it to you." You two-thirds."

However, Orthea just glanced at him indifferently, frowned and tapped on his forehead: "Shut up."

The man immediately closed his chattering mouth obediently.

Oh my god, no one can offend the master magician who can save them now!

"How is it?" Hessel came over and asked softly.

Orthea's eyes flickered and she shook her head.

"Eh." Hessel raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought you had a way."

Orthea raised her eyebrows noncommittally, and twirled the wand in her hand: "I need to check it first, and then I can talk about it."

"You continue..." Hessel silently backed away.

Orthea thought for a while, frowned, and whispered a spell while gripping her wand tightly.Most of the spells of light magic are gorgeous and lengthy, because many light magics exist for healing.Orthea also habitually chanted the spell, after all, she always needs some time to communicate with the elemental elves.

A soft voice flowed from the elf's throat. Most of the voices of this race that was rich in bards were beautiful and intoxicating. Just like this, the voice of the elves chanting incantations in a low voice was really attractive.

The soft white light on his body is quite comfortable. If Viscount Locke was asked to describe his current feelings, he would probably sigh intoxicatedly: "As expected of a high-level light magician."

The elf of light seemed a little disgusted, surrounded the man hesitantly and didn't want to get close to him, Orthea's eyes darkened when she saw this.Generally speaking, even if most people do not have the talent to practice light magic, they will never be to the point of being rejected by elves.

The oppression from the gods behind them forced the elves even reluctantly to touch the humans who were exuding a nasty aura.

Orthea sighed, withdrew the mental power of persecuting the elves, and also conveyed soothing emotions by the way.The elf rubbed the space between his brows, becoming more certain of his guess.

Yimo observed the expression, squinted his eyes, and turned to ask the official of the city lord's mansion next to her: "Can you tell us, before the plague broke out, was there any suspicious person or thing?"

The subordinate officer was startled, for some reason, there was a guilty conscience on his face, his eyes flickered, as if he hesitated for a while before digging out something from his memory.

"It seems..." the subordinate officer swallowed, his eyes dodged with fear, "It seems that a week before the plague broke out, a few people in black robes appeared in the city." Then they entered the city lord's mansion.

Orthea looked thoughtful, and repeated in a low voice: "The man in black robe?"

"Yes!" The officer nodded quickly, "They...they seem a little weird."

"Generally speaking, adventurers don't lack this kind of attire." Hessel frowned and retorted coldly.

"But they are different!" The subordinate officer emphasized with a pale face: "Absolutely, absolutely different!"

Orthea just glanced at it, and after a few seconds of quiet contemplation, said: "Have you seen what they look like?"

The subordinate officer shook his head, a little frustrated; "The disguise is very careful, and many adventurers usually wear this outfit. Although I think they are a bit strange, I don't think much about them."

"In the final analysis, it was caused by your negligence." Yi Mo said with some sarcasm.

The officer's face flushed instantly, and he was speechless.

Orthea tapped her head lightly in disapproval, but when her bent fingers landed on Yimo's forehead, the force was so light that it could almost be called a caress.

"Where did those people go? Out of town?"

The subordinate officer hesitated and shook his head: "It seems not, no one has seen them leave."

"Okay, I see." Orthea nodded and didn't ask any more questions. "

"The plague is related to those people?" Hessel asked her immediately, watching her reaction for a moment.

Ortheya pondered for a few seconds, then pulled the two of them aside to take a short errand.

"Hesel." Orthea looked serious, and she called the saint by her name, "Have you found any violations in this city?"

The elf's earnest gaze made her a little nervous for no reason. Hesel coughed lightly to relieve the tension, and after feeling it for a while, his face turned black: "This is..."

Orthea nodded, and quietly set up a soundproof enchantment: "You are right, the dead air brought by the necromancer."

"You all found out?" Hesel's face was a little ugly.

Orthea smiled: "Actually, if it wasn't for the deep practice of light magic or...the sensitivity to undead spells, it would be difficult to find out.

People who are sensitive to undead spells either have a pure physique of the Holy Light, such as Althea, such as Hesel.There is another kind, which is to have had contact with the necromancer.

"I have been to the Fallen Swamp, and..." Orthea smiled, "I have been to the Rocky Mountains."

On the other side of the Rocky Mountains is the territory of the Demon Race, and the Seven Demon Kings rule that land.

Hesel was silent for a while, she took a deep look at Orthea, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "I think I understand, Your Excellency."

The Holy Goddess left in front of them calmly, and Yimo raised her eyebrows: "Is Loki fun?"

Hearing this, Orthea gave her a strange look: "I thought you would ask me something else."

"For example?" Yi Mo snorted softly.

Orthea smiled, shook her head and walked away from her: "I'll tell you later."

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden." Seeing that they had finished their discussion, the subordinate hurriedly approached Hesel who seemed to him to be more gentle: "Your Highness, you...do you have anything to do?"

"Perhaps." Hessel replied lightly, then walked to the side of the knight who came with her, pursed her lips, and quickly condensed a letter with holy light: "Now, you will go back to Xingchen Gaopo immediately and hand over the letter with your own hands." For Your Majesty, remember, with your own hands!"

Seeing the knight opening his mouth to retort, Hesel blocked his words with a blank expression: "This is an order! You must carry it out!"

"Yes." The knight bowed and saluted, looked at Hesel worriedly, then turned and left.

Ortheya saw it, raised her eyebrows and walked back with a chuckle. When passing by Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, she softly uttered a word: "Reckless."

However, the reckless Her Majesty the Holy Maiden made her feel a little happier. At least this shows that her Holy See is still saved, instead of just a bunch of garbage left.

"Reckless?" Hesel was stunned for a moment, and he blinked before reacting. His eyes turned slightly cold, but he didn't say anything.

Ortheya didn't care much about what she thought, and at this time her guess was basically confirmed, so she was ready to solve it quickly and leave quickly.The elf walked up to the officer and asked with a smile, "Can you gather the patients together? I think I have a way to treat them."

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