Duke of Grief

"Hans, are you okay?" Tigert looked at his companion with some concern. From this morning, he looked a little uncomfortable, frowning tightly, and covering his abdomen from time to time.

Hans shook his head and gritted his teeth: "No, it's okay, but his stomach hurts a little..."

With that said, he frowned hard and took a breath.

Tigert looked around awkwardly, "Uh, I remember, there should be a public toilet in Fortune Church..."

"No..." Hans shook his head again. "I feel like I want to vomit."

"Then I also think you should go to the toilet." Targus sighed. "It's impossible, do you still want to vomit here?"

Hans glanced up at the team in front of him, and there were only two left behind him.

"Wait a moment..." he mumbled softly.

Seeing him sticking so hard, Tigert could only shake his head helplessly, even if he wanted to be ugly, that person was not him.

Hans waited for a while, and felt a little pain in his abdomen and nausea. His tangled complexion unfolded. To be honest, he was really a little afraid of vomiting in front of others. .

"next."

At this moment, the immature voice of the apprentice of the priest came, and Hans was refreshed, and he quickly stepped forward, but at this moment, an inexplicable feeling suddenly filled his entire body, and his body seemed to be everywhere. It was expanding, shrinking suddenly and suddenly, and the brain seemed to be stirred by a stick, and severe pain followed.

"Um..." He hurriedly covered his mouth, but his stomach and esophagus squirmed violently, and a filth spewed out of his mouth.

puff!

The jetted dirt hit his palm and immediately splashed around him. Feeling a stomach twitch, he couldn't help but bend down and vomited everything in his stomach.

"Vomit, vomit, vomit..."

Hans' legs softened and he fell to his knees. His face ran across Si Si, and saliva continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, like a vertical down stream, dripping into the pile of black dirt.

The priest of the Fortune Church and his apprentice sitting in front of Hans was stunned and watched all this happen, and even the filth spewed out of Hans's mouth splashed on the priest's shoes.

After a moment of stun, the priest responded, a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, but then he saw another businessman standing behind this businessman squat down hurriedly, reaching for the vomiter's shoulder, shouting in panic: "What's wrong with Hans? Are you okay, Hans?"

Hearing the shouting of this businessman, standing behind them, the merchants who lined up to prepare for the business couldn't help but stretch their heads to look. After a glance, they retracted their heads in disgust and looked disgusted.

The priest frowned, and just wanted to say something, he heard the apprentice beside him suddenly yell again, "All the things he spit are black!"

Hearing the words, the priest subconsciously looked over and saw a murky, but filthy thing, and then withdrew his sight.

But in an instant, he stood up horribly, his tongue flicked quickly, and a prayer was utterly swiftly read. The golden light fell from the sky and enveloped Hans and Tiger.

After all this last night, the priest was relieved, but he was not completely relaxed, but turned to shout to the apprentice guarding the door of the church: "Mi La, close the door, and then come to the people of the Glorious Church, we It might be in trouble, go!"

Fearing that his other apprentice failed to react, he waved his hands hard.

Fortunately, Mi La was very clever and immediately reacted. She ran over and grabbed the buckle, blushing, and slammed the door of the church, making the rich and extraordinary church instantly dark.

The merchants exploded, and realizing what might have happened, they turned and ran, but the priest also shouted, "No one can leave here without my permission, otherwise, you Just wait for the sanctions from the church!"

The hand of the fastest businessman was about to touch the door of the door. Hearing this, he immediately withdrew his hand, but still couldn't stop and hit the door.

"Anton, back away." The stern-looking priest also waved at his apprentice, beckoning him to retreat.

Anton didn't know what happened, but he still retreated obediently, but when he retreated, he glanced at the filth on the ground.

Everything happened after the businessman vomited, and his mentor must have seen something, so he completed it in just half a minute.

The translucent golden beams of light enveloped Hans and Tiger, before they had fully recovered, and looked up at the priest standing in front of them in fright. His body was completely frozen and he dared not move.

"Pastor, Pastor, this, what's going on?" Seeing the ecstatic pastor approaching them, Tegut reacted just across a light curtain, trembling stutteringly. Ask questions.

"Don't you know it yourself?" The frowning priest pointed to the filth that Hans spit out, outspoken, "If it is just poisoning, but in recent months, the threat of the'Night Walker' plague has appeared in the city, who Know if this is a precursor to the plague?"

After hearing this, Tigert was pale and scared. He immediately released his hands and jumped back, trying to distance him from Hans, but his body hit the beam of light.

Hans stared blankly at the filthy black spit he spit out, and his body began to tremble.

Even if he only came here to do business, if it wasn't because the funds were really unavailable, he wouldn't bite his teeth to do business in this city, but would just sell the goods to others.

This business was set a few months ago. If he couldn’t sell it, he would lose a lot, so he wanted to come here to finish the business. Anyway, the residents of this city who live with those night walkers do not It’s okay, it’s impossible for him to have an accident as soon as he comes...

He comforted himself so much, but he didn't expect that this time, something really happened!

Tears overflowed from his eyes, Hans wanted to cry now, because he was not saved.

If it was really the ‘Night Walker’ plague, he would not be saved!

boom!

The door of the church was slammed open, and the businessman standing beside the door was knocked to the ground by this sudden force.

There was a moment of light in the church, but it soon fell into darkness.

Two Glorious Church priests wearing gas masks on their faces pulled on their gloves to make sure they were not contaminated with anything.

Fully enclosed protective clothing protects their bodies, as long as they are careful, they will not be infected with the plague.

Without the pastor's reminder, the two priests took their steps towards Hans and Tigert.

Taking a deep breath, the priest reached out and tapped on the light beam~www.NovelMTL.com~ The light beam that shrouded the two broke up, and the priest stepped back a few steps, still keeping his distance from the apprentice, and raised his hand to stop it. The movement he came over.

The beam of light shattered, and Tigert fell to the ground, and immediately climbed aside, but failed to climb a few steps, but was held by a priest in the Glorious Church, and the other priest raised his hands.

"Ms. Fortune, I want to apologize to you because my next actions may offend your majesty, but please forgive my offenses for the safety of people in a city."

The priest did not immediately release the magic, but apologized to the Goddess of Wealth. When his voice echoed in the quiet church, the priest standing not far away also nodded, on behalf of the spirit to pick him up The approval of the down behavior.

After seeing the priest nodding, the priesthood was full of glory, and the soft light spilled on every corner of the church and spilled on everyone.

——[Identify the Plague]!

Numerous black clouds floated in the church, which is the epidemic gas that represents the plague of the ‘night ghost’, haunting most people in the church...

It even includes two priests of the Glorious Church.

They took off their gas masks in silence, and looked at the businessman who was crying and crying on the ground with complicated eyes.

In this church, the only ‘white cloud’ haunted him, which meant that he was not infected with the plague.

At this moment, a grand voice suddenly entered the mind of the priest who released the magic, making his face change suddenly.

‘Someone spread the plague in this city — go find him, then send him to the square, and let the Justice Church and the local ruler form a court...’

‘Then, judge him! ’()

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