Early in the morning, an Alemannic lord rushed into Yinpolita's camp angrily. Before he could speak, he raised his hand and knocked over a lamp.
"Come with me!" he said, pointing to Yinpolita's nose. "Look at what you have done!"
The Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Burgundy were discussing further siege plans in the camp of Impolita. Seeing the lord's face flushed with anger, the Duke of Burgundy couldn't help but ask: "Count Piedmont, what happened?"
The Earl of Piedmont stamped his foot: "You all come with me! Look at the good things this little girl has done!"
The Duke of Saxony, the Duke of Burgundy, and Impolita looked at each other, stood up, and followed the Count of Piedmont out.
They came to the camp of the Count of Piedmont. Yin Polita saw a group of people outside a camp from a distance. The Count of Piedmont separated the crowd and pulled Yinpolita into the camp without any explanation. But he saw a straw mat spread in the tent and a soldier lying on it. The soldier was probably unconscious. He was moaning softly on the straw mat and occasionally uttered a few words, which were also illogical sentences.
"We are in the same team." A soldier said next to him. "In the early hours of this morning, I heard him shouting that he was cold and hot. When we got up in the morning, he was already like this."
"Come, look at this!" Count Piedmont walked to the straw mat, grabbed the soldier's hand and pulled off his sleeve. The Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Burgundy exclaimed in unison - the soldier's skin had turned purple and there were many raised black spots on it.
At this moment, the sick soldier coughed violently, and spittle splashed into Count Piedmont's face. Count Piedmont wiped the spittle from his face and shouted at Impolita: "Look! The disease you caused! It's cured now and has spread to our army!"
The Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Burgundy looked at Impolita together, their eyes full of worry. They had fully understood the horror of this disease from Constantiniya's situation. Now the plague has spread to their army. Although they have been on the battlefield for a long time, they are still at a loss.
But Yinpolita looked very calm: "Count Piedmont, why are you panicking? I can induce this disease. Am I still unable to deal with it?"
As she spoke, she pushed past Count Piedmont and approached the soldier. She did not check the soldier's condition at all, nor did she ask questions out loud, but directly held the soldier's hands. A soft glow came from her palm.
Under the bright light, the unconscious soldier slowly opened his eyes
Yin Bolita asked him with a smile: "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
The soldier stared blankly into space for a moment, then shook his head.
Yin Polita looked at Count Piedmont with a half-smile: "Look, isn't this great?"
"But his skin is still pitch black." Count Piedmont frowned and said, "It looks scary."
"After all, this is the most terrifying disease in history. People compare it to the dark god of death. It may require several more treatments. During this period, he needs to have a good rest." Yin Bolita said, "If there are any more patients, please contact us." That's all I need. Since I can release this god of death, I can naturally subdue it."
So the matter came to an end for the time being. The lords of the Alemannic Federation began to continue discussing how to attack Constantiniya and deal with the golden-robed priest.
At night, Yinpolita walked into the Earl of Piedmont's barracks with a lamp, preparing to give the soldier a second treatment. Without anyone's guidance, she found the sick soldier's tent in one fell swoop - the surrounding tent was empty, and all the tents that had been set up nearby had been evacuated. There is also an eye-catching sign painted outside the camp to remind others not to come near this place.
However, there was a soldier outside the camp, looking around as if he wanted to enter the camp. Just as he carefully lifted up the tent cloth, Yinpolita shouted at him from a distance: "What are you going to do? Someone here has the plague!"
The soldier was startled and replied: "I, I am from another group, but this is my brother. I heard that he was sick, so I thought..."
"Just want to visit?"
The soldier nodded.
"It's okay. But you have to wait outside for a while first." Yin Bolita said, "I want to give him a second treatment. After the treatment, he can accept visits from others."
The soldier nodded hurriedly and thanked him gratefully. Yin Polita ignored the soldier and opened the curtain and walked into the camp.
It was pitch dark in the camp, and the soldier seemed to have fallen asleep without making any sound. He thought that after being treated by Yin Polita once, his symptoms of discomfort had been alleviated a lot.
Yin Bolita frowned and waved her hand a few times to drive away the flies flying towards the light. The soldiers' tents were always smelly and made her feel uncomfortable every time they entered. Although Patisipachio's toes were smellier than this, licking his toes was profitable, and treating the soldier felt like a waste of her magic. Had the Count of Piedmont not been angry, she would not have shaken the soldier's dirty hand.
When passing the straw mat, she kicked the soldier, then put down the lamp, took the soldier's hand, and prepared to treat her for the second time.
However, her body trembled at this moment - her hands were cold, not at all the temperature a human should have. She hurriedly grabbed the lamp and put it close to the soldier's face. First she put her fingers under his nose, but she didn't feel the breath for a long time. She then opened the soldier's eyelids, only to see that the soldier's penis had spread. .
The lamp in her hand fell to the ground with a bang and broke. The entire camp was once again shrouded in darkness. Yin Bolita fell to her knees, covering her head and shaking in the darkness.
Although she tried her best to avoid thinking, the terrible truth finally appeared nakedly in her mind: the Black Death, this black death, may have exceeded the scope of Apollo's protection.
"The Justinian Plague was the most horrific disaster that mankind has ever faced. It killed nearly half of the population of the Seven Hills Empire."
His father's voice jumped out of her memory and rang in her head.
"I just hope it won't appear again. It's not just the Qiqiu Empire. This black god of death has the power to destroy the entire human civilization!"
"Why didn't our ancestors take action?" She asked doubtfully in her father's arms at a young age, "Don't our family have the healing power given by Apollo's protection from generation to generation?"
In her memory, her father did not answer her doubts, but just let out a long sigh.
It wasn't until today that Yin Bolita finally understood the meaning of this sigh - this is the helplessness of human beings towards their own smallness and fragility!
