The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

The boss was very polite to his guests, but the tall man in front of him hesitated for a moment and then made a gurgling sound in his throat.

The sound was extremely jarring, and the boss frowned slightly as he reached for the steel knife under the bar.

"Then...where is the Magadan city-state?"

"Start from here and head north. You'll arrive in about 150 kilometers."

The man coughed violently a few times.

150 kilometers...

If you walk, it will take at least a week to get there.

No, that's taking too long.

He's about to give up.

He desperately needed fruit wine to numb himself.

Otherwise... he'll go crazy!

"Then...get me a few glasses of wine with a lower alcohol content."

"Very...feeling..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man collapsed onto the bar in agony, letting out a wild, beast-like roar.

The boss immediately became alert, gripping the steel knife under the bar tightly.

The patrons in the tavern unconsciously reached for the weapons at their feet, watching the two men.

After a long while, the man finally finished venting and slowly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The man was about to reach his limit, but fortunately, reason prevailed at the last moment.

"Hahaha......"

"Feel sorry."

After a moment's hesitation, the owner brought over two bottles of low-alcohol rye wine, along with some bread and water.

Just as the man was paying, the shop owner suddenly noticed that the man's arm was covered with a large number of festering sores!

Flies swarmed around, and maggots writhed among them!

The boss almost threw up!

Overwhelmed by fear, he instinctively drew his steel knife and held it directly in front of him.

"Who are you people?!"

The regular patrons at the tavern drew their weapons and blocked the two men.

They couldn't see the festering sores on the man's arm and assumed he was going to rob the tavern owner.

The man looked around and sighed heavily.

Without offering further explanation, he put down the money, picked up the bread and drinks on the table, and prepared to leave.

But......

His companions behind him remained standing in the same spot.

The man noticed something was wrong and reached out to pull him out, but as soon as he touched his companion's arm, several more festering sores appeared on his own arm!

The pain, enough to make one's soul tremble, did not make the man let go.

"Let's...go!"

However, his companions still did not take any action!

He slowly reached out, wanting to remove his mask.

The man immediately roared.

"stop!!!"

But it was all too late.

His companion removed his mask, and his clothes fell off as well.

A strong, rotten smell instantly filled the entire tavern!

The moment everyone in the tavern sensed this aura, all that remained was a pool of thick, black water.

The man was also affected by this extremely corrosive substance, and the sores on his body grew at a visible rate.

The wine and bread in his hands turned to dust in the blink of an eye!

This corrosion spread outwards like a whirlwind until it enveloped the entire village.

The innocent civilians were still bewildered, not understanding what had happened. One second they were chatting and eating, the next they were surrounded by foul-smelling black water that seeped into the soil.

Everything happened in silence and ended in stillness.

The once bustling village was instantly transformed into a ghost town.

No one is empty.

Only the highly decomposed clothing remained, preserved in the deceased's final posture, scattered everywhere.

"Do not......"

"My younger brother..."

"Do not......"

The man knelt on the ground in anguish, looking at his brother who was no longer recognizable as human, and burst into tears.

"Do not!!!!"

The mask on the man's face slipped down.

He was none other than Ben.

And that which could no longer be described as "human," but was nothing more than a lump of rotten flesh in the shape of a human, was...

Dunn.

at the same time.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were fixed intently on the Bane and Dunn brothers.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I never imagined that the power of the Calamity Walker would become so great; it's practically the perfect material for an initiation ritual!"

"The land they have corrupted is a forbidden zone for living beings, but it is the best soil for the gods of other lands to survive."

"Perhaps even the president didn't expect that such a person would exist."

"Hehehe..."

"It seems that the gods of the outer realms will descend soon."

"And I will become the new guide for the gods of the outer realms. What awaits me is a power even greater than that of the guild master."

"They're mine...they're all mine...hehehe!"

Chapter 226 It was him

Today, Irkutsk finally welcomed the long-awaited grain convoy.

The person in charge of welcoming Maggie was Antovia, one of the members of the Seven Stars.

During the selection ceremony, according to King Quranden's orders, the members of the Seven Stars will choose the royal heir to serve.

Once the choice is made to end, the seven-pointed star's allegiance changes from King Quran to that son.

Antovia chose Tracy, who was also a woman.

Upon seeing Antovia, Maggie immediately dismounted and performed aristocratic etiquette.

Although they belong to different countries, Maggie has great respect for Antovia, both out of personal feelings and out of a sense of power.

And Antovia deserves this respect.

Antovia brushed the snow off Maggie's shoulders, shook her hand, and then ordered her men to move the grain cart away.

"Lord Tracy has prepared a sumptuous meal. After you have rested, you may proceed."

"You must have had a long and arduous journey."

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The main city of Irkutsk is much smaller than Maggie had imagined.

Located north of the empire, the temperature here is much lower than in the border regions.

It snows almost every day.

The houses along the street were very old, and guards patrolled the road. The residents, dressed in thick clothes, walked in the cold wind, constantly pulling their collars tighter.

However, there was no despair or confusion in the eyes of these residents.

Because they knew that the food crisis that had swept through the entire empire had not affected them.

Tracy had foreseen the crisis and purchased a large amount of grain from the Duchy of Ferrante.

With grain in the granary, one can remain calm.

With Antovia's help, the originally low city walls became tall and sturdy.

Without the bombardment of siege equipment, it would be difficult for infantry and cavalry to break through these rock-solid walls.

Sufficient security has also brought them a significant increase in happiness.

After learning that Maggie was the person in charge of transporting grain sent by the Duchy, passersby would offer her blessings and respectful greetings.

This also made Maggie feel quite favorable towards the city-state.

Upon arriving at the castle, led by Antovia, Maggie climbed upwards and finally stopped at the door of a single room at the highest point.

"Lord Tracy is inside."