Twenty Sided Dice

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cpa300_4(); Siegel was sitting in the lord's seat and meditating, a life and twenty catties of grass, and the familiar wound on the corpse.

"Please leave this to us," Mana whispered aside. "Lord Lord, I suggest stepping up patrols and having the guards investigate this matter."

"Very well, I've decided." Siegel said to Atley: "I can't make any judgment on your accusation against the Union Mage due to insufficient evidence. I will personally pay out gold coins as your companion's funeral expenses. And ordered the guards to investigate this matter, which was arranged by Mana on behalf of the lord. If you need the assistance of the mage in the investigation, I can arrange it for you, but you are responsible for the cost. If you have solid evidence, then I will Will help you get justice."

"This..." Atley knelt on the ground, holding his hands high: "Lord Lord, I don't want gold coins, I just want justice! I want to see the mages of that federation punished!"

"This is the way it is now!" Mana stood up and called for the guards: "Take them down!"

Atley jerked away from the guard's hand and shouted, "The mages are looting! They have taken the gramgrass, they have taken the herbs to cure the plague! They have no fairness and justice!"

Siegel narrowed his eyes, "Wait a minute!" He stopped the guards, and then said to Atley, "Tell me, how can gramgras be used to cure the plague?"

Atley opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

"It seems that the person who taught you these words didn't prepare all the details clearly." Siegel snorted coldly. "Grassulagrass is used in many ways, but it is the least common among them. A grass called Asilas, or King's Sword, can dispel evil and eliminate curses and diseases, but it is more commonly used in the folk. The way is to feed the pigs. If someone steals your hogweed and you call it 'the cure for a mortal disease' and then put the murder on the thief, that's unfair."

"It makes me have to doubt your intentions," Siegel said.

"Rumour spreaders!" someone shouted: "Hang them!"

It appears that more than one or two conspirators in the realm are trying to stir up emotions. Siegel's eyes swept through the crowd, and most of what he saw were ignorant eyes, they didn't understand what was going on. They are reluctant to think, but they are willing to act according to the emotions of others. They were just ordinary farmers, craftsmen, and merchants without a complete education, let alone a teacher like Master Faranis, the Ph.D. Good to teach them to think rationally and recognize tricks.

"I won't hang you, but I will warn you. It's one thing to investigate the cause of your comrade's death, it's another to try to incite and disturb the peace of my realm. Now you should leave, I have others need to meet."

Four soldiers pulled them in pairs, while two others lifted the corpses on the ground. Atley struggled. But this time the guard obviously won't lose face again, so he's holding on tight. As he was about to be thrown out the gate, he shouted, "I can't find justice here! I'm going to look for it in God!"

No one answered this time, and Siegel didn't even bother to look up at him.

"I will strengthen the patrol of the territory to prevent this from happening." Mana approached Siegel and said almost in his ear. She liked to be close to Siegel, and it was a rare moment of intimacy. But Siegel just nodded and made no other response.

The interviews and trials that followed were not surprising. The sentence was to cut off the fingers of several thieves, cut off the tongues of the slanderers, and stripped the knights of their oaths and deported them from the country. Mana has already helped him investigate and deal with a lot of things. All he has to do is the final verification and sentencing.

"This is the second time I've heard the word plague in these days, but it came from an adventurer." Siegel leaned on the back of the chair, the sunset was already red, and the people had left the venue one after another. . He waved his hand and let the bottle of red wine fly, filling Mana. "Some time ago, I asked Alfred to go to various temples to seek prophecies, and there was only news of all peace. It seems that no one except Rhett predicted the disaster. I have a doubt now, if the plague is a matter of Happened, maybe not a natural disaster. But *."

"If it's going to happen." Mana took a sip of red wine, moistened her dry throat, and said: "There are too many prophecies that have never been fulfilled, and Golem Rhett is also a novice in this regard. Lord Lord Don't worry too much anymore."

"I hope so, I've been feeling uneasy lately, and it seems like something's going to happen." Siegel rubbed his forehead, then said, "I can't explain this feeling, whether it's with reason or magic. You You know, there are no very qualified prophets in the federation now. They are not as good at predicting spells and magic as I am."

"After all, you are a teacher, and isn't your teacher also a master of prophecy?" Mana patted the back of Siegel's hand, looked at him with bright eyes, and said, "Lord Lord, I think you are Too tired to just use your head, you should let it relax. Would you like to move your body and sweat a little first, and then I give you a massage?"

"Ha, thank you, I will find you if I need it." Siegel replied awkwardly.

Someone resolved the lord's embarrassment, although he was the last person to resolve the situation. Alfred hurried over, looked at Mana with apologetic eyes, and then said to Siegel: "Lord Lord, Striped Mountain... Shield River to be exact, something has happened. There are constantly corpses obeying. Floating down the river, it belongs to the dwarves, and there are things that have never been seen before."

Siegel stood up abruptly and immediately said, "Retrieve the body, issue a notice, and make sure no one drinks the water from the Shield River, and doesn't eat the fish in the river. Notify Rhett... No, I'll go there in person." He looked With Mana: "Let the guards act and prepare to dispose of the corpse. Tell the temples about this, and let them send priests with experience in this area to assist."

"Do I need to tell the Federation?" Alfred asked.

Siegel pondered for a while, then nodded: "The Federation should know about this matter. If they want to figure out what happened, it will save a lot of effort to have their help. Act now, gather in front of the castle gate, and come with me. Go and see what's going on."

Golem Reid seemed to be prepared, and when Siegel came to the temple, he was already standing at the door. "Something bad happened, and I think you need my help." The golem's voice was still full of urgency, and the sincerity in it never changed. "I left Erdu in the temple, and he can help prepare the water purification potion."

"Thank you." Siegel didn't say much, and took the golem to the place of the season.

In the last rays of the setting sun, Siegel saw the corpse floating on the Shield River. As prophesied, the black river stinks, bringing death to Heimland.

"How many corpses are there?" Siegel asked while using the elemental rune guard to summon the water element. He ordered the water element to salvage the water, and at the same time asked the soldiers to clear an area and light the fire. "Can't let the corpse float to Myr City."

"Lord Humke has already gone to the Stone Village to control the situation there and avoid problems in the Orc village. It's hard to say how many corpses there are. It is said that they keep coming out of the mountains."

The water element brought a dwarf's body to the shore, and everyone gathered around to check it. The dwarf died in battle, with holes in his forehead and body, as if pierced by a thin, sharp spear. Although the corpse was swollen, judging from the tattoos on his arm, it was a dwarf from the Hardbeard tribe on the top of Mora.

One after another, everyone found dwarves from other tribes, as well as a large number of unrecognizable dwarf stumps. They were mostly naked*, with one or two close-fitting clothing at the most, and apparently the outside armor and weapons had been cleaned. Dwarves never subject the corpses of their compatriots to this kind of treatment, and the facts at hand can only tell one thing: the dwarves are defeated, and they can't even clean the battlefield.

"The corpse obviously came out of the city wall mountain range, and the source of the Shield River is in the mountain body." This matter is a bit difficult, and it is almost impossible to trace the source. After Reid reminded him that there might be an accident in the Shield River, he also thought about going up against the river and taking some protective measures to the north of the City Wall Mountains. But the Dwarves' Forbidden Rune Array is still in effect, and the Underground River is under its protection. When teleportation is affected, don't put yourself in a place where it could collapse or drown at any time.

"The dwarves really found a solid tomb for themselves, and it's hard to get in." Siegel sighed.

"What to do with the bodies of these dwarves, burn or bury them?" Mana frowned. She can see dozens of corpses within her field of vision alone, who knows how many are still floating down. These dwarves are upright, strong warriors, now swimming down the river like dead fish.

"Burn them all." The torches flushed Siegel's face, but the sadness between his brows could not be removed. "Find someone to find a way to record the characteristics of the dwarves, such as tattoos or the color and pattern of beards and braids~www.novelmt.com~ to register. By the way, why hasn't the priest of the temple come yet?"

Only Golem Reid, a priest, was present. He stepped into the river, crouched down and groped. After a while, he stood up straight and began to pray, holding the grass dug out of the silt at the bottom of the river in his hand. Light emanated from the blade of grass in his hand, and spread to the river with the spell. The black river water became much clearer, and the stench began to dissipate.

The shower lasted for two minutes and Red had to stop. He shook his head, walked over to Siegel wetly, and said, "The stuff in there will spread the plague, and it's too difficult to purify the river, and my strength won't last long. Unless there are a hundred priests, or I can stop it. source of pollution."

"Neither of these things can be done in Heimland," Siegel said. "But I have ordered that the river water is not allowed to be drunk, and the fishing is not allowed. I hope this will work. And your priests should keep your physical strength, and the prophecy will not return Could something more serious happen?"

Reid nodded, then shook his head sadly, and his body fell short: "It turns out that the prophecy feels like this, I don't like it."

"It was your prophecy that made Heimland prepare in advance. This is already benefiting everyone. Think about this good aspect, and then continue to work hard." Siegel comforted him. (To be continued.)