Duke of Grief

Kailofil has been very uneasy these days, and since Nadal died in the hands of the'Undead Lord', he has always had an ominous hunch in his heart.

He can feel that a ‘Devil’s Contract’ is in effect, but he does not know what the specific content of that Devil’s Contract is.

Although the devil, one of the evil sources of the multiverse, is very evil, the contract power they use is the most trusted contract in the entire multiverse.

No notary is needed, you only need to get a contract document from the devil, you can add content yourself. The signed contract has the part of the "Abyssal Will" stolen from the bottomless abyss by the devil king as a guarantee, once signed Will definitely be implemented.

Of course, only evil people will use this contract for credit guarantee.

But no matter how worried he is, it has no effect. It has happened and is irreversible, so all he can do now is to be careful.

Thinking of this, Kailuofeier sighed helplessly, he hadn't uttered words from Nadal, the guy was so dead...

Until now, they only knew what kind of vaccines the Principality of Whistling had vaccinated that businessman, but they did not know how those vaccines expelled the virus from the body.

They also tried to feed the infected people with the corresponding plague treatment drugs, but they did not play a role.

In this city, everyone except the merchant and him was infected with the night ghost plague.

The ruler is not panic-stricken all the time, for fear that he will suddenly become an infected person-now the plague still seems to be in the incubation period, if it really breaks out, then the city may be over!

Nadal did say a "solution", although the possibility of referring to an "antidote" is not ruled out, but the possibility is extremely low.

Perhaps they are all wrong, and the direction of the research is wrong. Obviously, the Night Ghost Plague is not a single or mixed therapeutic agent that can be cured. He has proposed to the **** of his belief to promote it to various regions of the mainland. 'Vaccine', because no one knows whether there will be a second Nadal.

Although he also has some doubts now, since Nadal, as a believer in the plague god, can spread the night ghost plague in this city, why is there no similar situation elsewhere? And what is the relationship between the night ghost plague and the bones?

Inevitably, in fact, the night ghost plague is not in the hands of the plague believers, but in the hands of the group of bones. Is the real developer of this plague actually the group of bones?

Kerofil thought for a moment, and felt that this was not impossible.

But if the night ghost plague in this city is used to attract the attention of others, then the undead monarch also spread the plague in other parts of the mainland, but it is still in the incubation period?

Countless problems have plagued Kylofir. He has not been able to take a good rest for several days, and his mental state is not very good.

With a yawn, Kailofil stood up and glanced at the afterglow of the sunset outside the window. The setting sun was still spreading its warmth and light to the world.

After paying a ceremonial salute to the sun, the paladin stepped out of his room. It was already dinner time. He was going to replenish his physical strength and energy, and hope to sleep well tonight.

At this time, the torches have been ignited in the church, and the homeless wanderers have also entered the church one after another. Every cold winter day, only a few churches of the Good God are willing to give them a warmth.

Kailofil's dinner was still three dark breads and a glass of water. When the wanderers gathered in the church atrium, it had become a sour place full of sour smell, but there was no one. Dare to deny the holiness of this place.

"Thank you Lord for giving us food..."

"Thank you Lord for giving us warmth..."

"Thank you Lord for giving us a place to inhabit..."

A small but loud prayer sounded in the atrium, and the homeless who sat on the bench prayed in a low voice, and bowed their heads to them quite politely when they received the dinner in order from the clergy pay tribute.

They have long been accustomed to all of this, but they still have the due respect and gratitude to the deity and the church, because they have not seen the scene of the rogue being expelled. Not as it should be.

Kailuofeier ate brown bread in warm water, and the rough bread rubbed his throat, but he swallowed it without changing his face, because he was used to it.

He didn't have much money on him, and all the money he ‘earned’ was donated to the church, because the money would never be lost, so he simply used the money to help more poor people.

As a paladin with a firm belief, he has always done this. He cannot force others to donate all the money like him. This is a personal choice. He has no right to intervene. He can do it. Only these...

Under the candlelight, Kailuo Feier's mouth filled with humble happiness turned his mouth up, which made him feel that all his efforts were not in vain.

Although he can't make people work, and then get rid of poverty, to protect himself, but at least he can do it.

The twilight faded away, and the night came slowly, and Kylofel swallowed the last bite of the bread, and the last bite of water in the glass poured into his stomach, belching.

Not everyone can accept this kind of poverty-stricken days, but fortunately, there are many kind people in this world.

Turning his head to look around, the paladin who was still a little happy frowned.

He saw that the wanderers and priests seemed to be chewing slowly. Although they were eating brown bread, they didn't have to be so careful?

I took a bite of the bread and chewed it slowly for about a minute before I took the next bite. When will I finish this?

Under the dim candlelight, people's bodies seem a bit illusory. If it was not that they were still chewing and talking, I am afraid that Kelofel thought they were just an illusion...

and many more!

The paladin raised his eyebrows, walked to a priest, patted his shoulder, and asked Shen Sheng, "What are you doing?"

The priest slowly turned his head and looked down slightly again, wondering, "I... didn't do anything..."

Kerofil looked at him silently, pressed his right hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to look around the atrium of the church.

People raised their hands mechanically, opened their mouths to bite the bread stiffly, the voice of the dialogue was slow, and the response was slow.

Under the candlelight, their faces were dim as if they were covered with a layer of tulle.

The candlelight swayed slightly among the lamps hanging on the wall. The clergyman sitting by the fireplace was also having dinner, so he forgot to add firewood, and the warmth in the church was gradually dissipating.

"Let me thank you."

Facelessly, Kylofel suddenly lifted his feet to the door of the church, and the aisle between the two rows of benches was also full of people. They moved their bodies hard in the crowded aisle to make this man The priesthood walked past.

Kelofel settled in the gap between people and walked lightly toward the church door.

Standing behind the door, he raised his hands and yanked the door open, and the biting cold wind mixed with a little ice and snow blowing face to face.

At this time, the street was empty, except for a piece of hoarfrost on the roof and the street~www.NovelMTL.com~ he saw nothing.

The dark clouds obscured the moonlight and seemed to cover up all the sounds that should exist.

Kailofil listened to the silence, lifted his head, and saw the clouds disappear, and the moonlight fell.

The bimonthly full of soft beauty always seems to be so beautiful, but the lonely bimonthly, in addition to the night as a fellow sister, even the stars in the sky that set off its own glory are too lazy to take care of.

The two lonely goddesses left the others again, and went to entertain themselves.

As night fell, under the bright moonlight, Kailuofeier took a deep breath and turned his head to look behind him.

——He saw a pair of empty eyes, and the owner of all eyes was holding a glass of water and unfinished bread in his hands, and looked at him with a look of dementia.

In my eyes, there seems to be a color of longing slowly emerging... ()

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