The clock struck twelve at midnight, and Erengrad fell into a deep sleep under the night. Without the bustle and noise of the past, the originally vast civilian area was no longer brightly lit, replaced by a deathly silence.
A few stars twinkled faintly in the night sky. The terrible fire half a month ago still left its traces in the city, that is, the lingering haze in the sky. Even during the day,
The entire city was also shrouded in a thin gray cloud.
Looking at the silent city at the bottom of the mountain, Mondlar's mood hit rock bottom again. For several days, he stayed behind closed doors and did not talk to anyone. The antidote to the plague was thrown aside and allowed to linger in the humid air.
Slowly deteriorates and deteriorates.
It was once the hard work of the old wizard, but now it seems that it is not worth mentioning. No one needs it anymore, a fire burned everything. He didn't even have time to show the power of this potion to the lord himself.
A deep feeling of exhaustion came over him. Of course, it was not just because the antidote had not been released and there was no sense of accomplishment. More importantly, he was too late to save thousands of people. These people might not have had to die. But because
He was too late and thousands of innocent people died.
Mondlar fell into deep self-blame, which was one of the reasons why he felt tired. Although no one accused him openly, Mondlar was always filled with panic.
He walked outside the door and paced back and forth in the yard. He felt uneasy.
Suddenly, a servant walked in from outside the yard with anxious footsteps, "Sir, Lord Rhodes and Mr. Brandi Otto are here."
Rod Brandio When he first heard these two names, Mondlar felt his heart tightening. Needless to say, Brandio must have come to persuade him to be more open-minded and say some words of comfort. These two
During the week, this old friend would inevitably come here to visit him. But what was Rhodes doing here? To raise an army to accuse him? He gave Kislev's best medical experimental resources to himself, but he was unable to develop an antidote to suppress the plague.
It came out, but it was of no use. So, Rhodes, are you going to hold me accountable? Mondlar couldn't help but ask himself in his mind.
But forget it, the worst case scenario is to return to the empire and continue to live a secluded life. Anyway, I do not belong to Mrs. Kislev, and I have no obligation to be loyal to the local lord and queen.
Thinking like this, Mondlar asked his servant to open the door, and he went outside to wait for the arrival of the supreme leader of Kislev.
The carriage bumped along the rugged mountain road for an hour, and finally arrived at Mondlar's residence in the middle of the night.
What surprised Mondlar was that Rhodes did not bring any guards or an attendant when he went up the mountain this time. Instead, he came in casual clothes and came with Brandi Otto. Of course, Mondlar
I have long heard that the White Bear Lord has great fighting power. In his own territory, almost no one can hurt him. Therefore, it is common knowledge that Rhodes has no attendants around him all year round. Mondlar was surprised that,
If Rhodes wanted to come to raise an army to accuse him, it would be unjustifiable if he didn't bring any guards.
With doubts, Mondlar received the two of them. When they met, Brandio hugged him warmly as before. But Rhodes just stood beside the carriage with a calm and kind face.
Mondlar was a little confused, but he still saluted Rhodes with the standard imperial noble etiquette. In his manner, he also hinted to the other party that he was from the empire, not Mrs. Kisri, so if you, Rhodes, dare to touch me,
, it will also violate international etiquette.
However, Lord White Bear didn't seem to have any anger or dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he was very calm, so calm that people couldn't guess why.
"Long time no see, Wizard Mondral."
Rhodes said with a smile. His words were full of kindness and respect.
Mondlar could only nodded numbly.
"Please come in, great lord."
He said that he invited the King of the North, Lord Protector of Kislev, into his simple hut.
Rhodes glanced around the room, picked a clean wicker chair, and sat down, showing no trace of the arrogance of a great lord.
Mondlar walked straight to the cabinet and took out two bottles of fine aged wine from the wine cabinet. High-end wine imported from Bretonnia.
"You're welcome, Lord Rhodes is not an outsider. I just went to his place, and when I talked about you, I rushed over from the city. Although it's a bit late, I know you haven't fallen asleep yet. These days, you have been working hard in the early morning
To fall asleep.”
As Brandiotto spoke, he helped Mondlar open the wine bottle without any courtesy, slowly poured the red wine in the bottle into the wine glass, and then handed Mondlar and Rhodes a glass each, with a natural expression, as if he was the only one
He is the owner here.
"Speaking of me? Oh, what are you talking about me? I'm a marginalized person. I'm afraid the world has almost forgotten me."
Mondlar joked to himself, squinting his eyes and staring at Rhodes opposite him from time to time. However, the imaginary anger still did not appear on the face of the white bear lord. He remained so calm.
"Speaking of your efforts after the outbreak of the plague."
Brandio answered.
Mondlar sighed and shook his head, "It's all a waste of effort and resources."
"How is that possible? Didn't you develop an antidote to the plague? You developed something that even the medical school and the Knights of the Hospital have not developed. You are really a genius."
Brandiotto said, and patted his old friend on the shoulder with some excitement. Their friendship is so deep. It was established as early as the empire. They have been bumping into each other for decades, and it is even deeper than brotherhood.
point.
After hearing this, Mondlar still shook his head and sighed...
"It's useless. The antidote was developed too late. Because of my procrastination, millions of people died. Moreover, the fire burned everything. There are no sources of infection and germ carriers, and the plague has been lifted naturally.
Already."
Mondlar replied frustratedly.
"It's not completely lifted yet."
Rhodes suddenly spoke, which surprised Mondlar. He stared at the great lord with confusion on his face.
"It's not completely lifted yet."
Rhodes repeated it again, then sipped his wine and said loudly——
"All the corpses on the ground have been burned, but underground, I can't guarantee that no rats will survive. In fact, as long as one infected rat survives, Erengrad will not be truly safe. We still need your antidote.
, His Excellency Mondlar.”
Rhodes said seriously, his expression suddenly became serious.
Mondlar felt mixed emotions in his heart. Before he could react, Rhodes put down his glass and continued talking——
"I heard about your process of making the antidote to the plague. It is very rigorous and scientific. In fact, Erengrad is still in a war preparation period. The plague has just passed, but the threat is still there. We need to let the remaining people
Immune to this plague. In half a year, my army will go out to the Pit of Hell, the lair of the Skaven. There is an underground labyrinth full of corruption and plague gas. My soldiers need your antidote to resist the invasion of the germs.
"
After Rhodes finished speaking, Mondlar only felt that his dead heart was trembling again. Yes, he seemed to have been affirmed and proved his worth. More importantly, the antidote was not useless.
It will become the protective umbrella of the next human army and save the lives of thousands of people. This is the meaning of studying the art of nature.
"Lord Mondlar, I know that you are not good at combat spells, but your attainments in life healing spells are very outstanding. I need your help, Elengrad needs you, Kislev needs you. I still have
I feel that that year I represented Kislev as an envoy to Altdorf, the capital of the empire. What I gained most was not getting to know the various electors and nobles of the empire, but gaining two of your capable talents. Without Brandi Otto, Kis
Reeve's heavy industry will not be built so easily, and the first steam tank will not appear. And you, use your talents and abilities in the field of life magic. Be my right-hand man. Your Excellency Mondlar, if you are willing
, I will continue to invest in the Erengrad Life Research Institute and Laboratory, whether it is funds or manpower, I can provide it at any time as long as you need it."
After saying that, Rhodes suddenly stood up and solemnly gave Mondlar a big gift of thanks.
Mondlar was confused by this sudden scene. He quickly stopped the great lord's thank you ceremony and said to Rhodes with extremely sincere words——
"I will do my best, Lord."
He still wanted to say something, but found that he could not say anything, only moved and grateful from the heart. In the past few decades, he had never been welcomed in the empire, and his research results and papers were even banned by the Altdorf Academy of Magic.
Being turned away, I have become accustomed to being indifferent and ridiculed. I once thought that my whole life would be like this, growing old and mediocre waiting to die. But now, in this northern land, I am treated so favorably by the king of a country.
Apart from the excitement and attention, Mondlar was only moved in his heart.