Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 359 The prosperous age
"Quick, carry these people to Ward 9. Don't rush to apply medicine or bandages. Let the ancient dragon priests seal them with dragon breath first. Everyone else, stay away!"

Tolisha was busily moving between stretchers. Her petite body was heavily wrapped in a surgical gown, a mask and a hood, revealing only a pair of delicate eyes filled with worry.

"Everyone inside, make way!" A young knight's hoarse voice came from outside the hall, "What's going on? Haven't the first aid for the previous batch of patients been completed? Speed ​​up, the next batch has been carried out of the hospital!"

"Christopher—" Torisha quickly ran up and grabbed the knight's arm, her eyes a little red as she asked, "Are you okay? Did those patients outside go crazy and hurt you?"

"No, don't worry," Christopher forced a smile and comforted, "There aren't many foreign caravans gathered near Storm Street, and the first wave of the outbreak was much smaller. Most of the people outside are mildly ill and are still conscious. They won't hurt anyone."

"Do you also think that this plague was brought by those foreign merchants?"

Christopher's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but the core area of ​​the outbreak last night was indeed concentrated in several of their settlements. In addition, their symptoms are indeed much more severe than those of the Rodel people."

Tolisha's body trembled slightly under her white robe. She turned her head to look at the patients groaning on the ground. Their hands and feet were tied to the stretchers with belts to prevent them from hurting others or reaching out to scratch their own eyes in unbearable pain.

If you extend your gaze upwards, you will see pairs of eyeballs emitting orange-yellow flames.

Wisps of yellow flames had burned their eyelids so that they curled up, and their twisted faces were covered with bumpy blisters. If the Ancient Dragon Priests had not used the Dragon Breath Seal to suppress the spreading orange-yellow flames early on, perhaps they would have been like those seriously ill patients, burning themselves to death as they went crazy.

"But you know, the source of the disease should not be them," Tolisha said with courage, "On May 19, after the Holy Judgment Ceremony, the remaining priests and knights under Beta's command - they were the first batch of patients."

"Although the two Your Majesties have blocked the news early on, we all know that this is definitely not a plague transmitted from outside the domain or from those faithless people. The source of the disease is likely in the Golden Temple!"

"Be careful with your words!" Christopher immediately interrupted Tolisha's speculation, "Your Highness is not in the capital right now, and Priest Ful hasn't returned yet. Don't discuss these speculations with anyone easily, even if you have evidence!"

"The entire city is now under martial law and blockade. Our first priority is to sort out the complete intelligence and inform Your Highness as quickly as possible. After that, we will do our best to treat the people of our dynasty in Storm Street. As for the fate of those faithless people, it can only be placed in the hands of Your Highness and the others."

Tolisha took a deep look at her patients, sighed, took out a sealed letter from her bosom and handed it to him, saying, "All the details about the outbreak of this plague, including the analysis and judgment of me and other doctors, have been sorted out before you came. You must send it to Your Highness as soon as possible!"

Christopher took the letter and put it away solemnly. His usually serious face inevitably showed a hint of sadness. He sighed heavily and said, "I just hope that this city can survive this catastrophe."

At the same time, the head of the Eternal Palace's internal affairs, the court viscount Xia Bolili, was wearing a luxurious and exquisite silk robe, covering his mouth and nose with a silk gauze mask, and walking on the deserted road in the lower city with a frown on his face. Since the completion of the capital Rodel, there has almost never been such a solemn and cold moment. Even when the birth tide of the son of evil omen broke out nineteen years ago, there has never been such a large-scale martial law.

In fact, Chapolili privately felt that this sudden outbreak of the epidemic - called "epilepsy" according to those scholars - was actually not as shocking as the birth of the son of ten thousand evil omens.

But why is the situation today so much more tense than it was back then?
Her Majesty the Queen is still the same Her Majesty the Queen. The only difference is that the man sitting on the Elden throne is no longer the man who can conquer the world by just sitting there, right?

"The unbelievers brought the disease into the country, under the guise of trade, to disrupt the country, attempting to overthrow the new fundamentalist order created by His Majesty Radagan. Tsk, it's a pity that those guys were able to connect! Do people outside the region know what 'fundamentalism' means?"

The East Territory War was won, but the powerful people in the court were shocked and angry, and had been arguing with His Highness Godwin for more than ten days. Not only had they not come up with a new enfeoffment plan, but when the adults started arguing, they didn't care about what was happening outside.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is not right in the north these days. How could a heavy snowfall cut off north-south traffic for almost two months?

Moreover, the news from the north these days all confirmed each other too well, saying how successful the three-party talks were, how the northern nobles had stopped fighting and made peace with the Samir people, and how the garrison and the temple had begun to stabilize the situation and appease the people.
But how could a war that lasted for so long and resulted in tens of thousands of deaths cool down so quickly and easily produce a result that satisfied all parties, with even the tone of the message conveyed to the outside world being so consistent?
Those who don't know would think that the northern nobles and the Samir people had already established a coalition government with the garrison and the Fire Temple. If that barbaric land of raw meat and blood drinking was really so harmonious, what was the need for Kavin Duoris back then?
But the news from the North was shelved for nearly two weeks, until the outbreak of the epilepsy last night, which finally dragged the adults out of the conference hall. However, the first thing they did was not to organize treatment immediately, but to flee back home, strictly guarding their mansions while sending scholars from all sides to the palace to make suggestions, accusing the foreign merchants of conspiracy and evil deeds of spreading the source of the disease.

What were those merchants called, Aharaites?

There were thousands of merchants in the caravan. When the plague broke out, I heard that it was their own people who suffered heavy casualties first. Even if they were spies sent from outside the country to poison the caravan, why would they use such a stupid method of dying together?

"Her Majesty the Queen fell ill at this time. Her Majesty Radagan has always disliked me, so how could he send a court viscount like me to inspect the epidemic? What bad luck!"

Xia Bolili cursed in a low voice, and his narrow but shrewd eyes swept around the street. In a house not far away, several Kaidan mercenaries who also covered their mouths and noses were dragging out two body bags from the house, throwing them onto the carriage, and heading towards the well.

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There were too many corpses piled on the carriage. It had not gone far after creaking when a body bag slipped and rolled to the ground. The opening of the bag opened, revealing the appearance of a corpse.

She was a little girl who was at most twelve or thirteen years old. She had a pretty and lovely appearance, but her eyes, which should have been pure and lively, had been burned into two charred holes by the madness. Deep in the wound, a series of uneven marks could be vaguely seen, just like fingerprints left by the pressure of fingers.

"What the hell—" Xia Bolili turned his gaze suddenly, and kicked a stone on the street in anger, "What kind of peace has not been seen in a thousand years? What a bullshit prosperity!"

(End of this chapter)