Alfred was lying on the bed, his face pale. When Ayla and a group of knights came in, he suddenly felt nauseous and lay on the edge of the bed, vomiting wildly. The servants on the side thought this was unsightly and hurriedly brought a washbasin, while others were holding rags to clean up the vomit on the floor. Seeing this, Amy hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the two servants away.
"Don't get close to the King of Knights like this again. Be careful not to be touched by saliva, and don't come into direct contact with vomit. We have seen people suspected of getting sick from contact with sputum before."
The two servants were frightened when they heard that they could be infected with the Black Death. They asked in a trembling voice: "But this is our job, what should we do?"
"Find a way to cover yourself from head to toe, and iron or preferably burn it with boiling water after every contact. Hands and face, in particular, need to be extra careful."
The two servants nodded hurriedly: "Okay, let's go get ready first."
They lowered their heads and walked sideways past Ella, and you could see that their bodies were already shaking with fear. And because no one was cleaning it, the pool of vomit on the floor stayed there. Ella stretched out her hand to stop the other knights who were about to enter the door to see Alfred: "You can't get close to the King of Knights now. If you want to talk, just stand at the door."
But the knights were not afraid and shouted: "We are not afraid of death! Let us go in!" and began to push Ella.
Alfred roared angrily: "Asshole, if you all get sick, who will guard Winchester? Listen to the King of Sweden's orders!"
The group of knights were shocked and stood at the door obediently. However, Alfred choked several times because of the roar just now, and then spat it out with a "Wow" sound.
Ella noticed that there was a lot of red bloody phlegm in the vomit.
"Alfred, when did you develop symptoms? How do you feel now?"
"Last night. I felt very cold when I was sleeping." Alfred wrapped the quilt around him and shivered repeatedly. "Now I have a headache, my whole body is weak, my heart is beating hard, and my breathing seems a little uncomfortable, and then and this……"
Alfred stretched out his hand and lifted his sleeves up a little, showing Ella the terrible black spots appearing on them.
Ella's brows began to frown: "Alfred, have you taken the medicine?"
Alfred shook his head; "Not yet. There is a shortage of medicine now. I think I am in good health and I should be able to get through it without taking medicine..."
"Idiot! Eat it right away!"
Ella's hoarse cry startled Alfred. He asked weakly: "King of Sweden, is my condition serious?"
Ella stood there for a long time without speaking. She was not a doctor, but she had seen many victims of the Black Death. Alfred's current symptoms are not only severe, but can even be said to be the most severe type. People with the same symptoms can only last for half a day in the short term, and only three days in the long term. For people with such severe symptoms, even if they take sulfa, the mortality rate is 100%.
——Yes, one hundred percent. So far, sulfonamides have zero cure rate for this severe disease.
Although Ella didn't say anything, Alfred had already seen some clues from the changes in the expression on her face. Suddenly, he shouted: "Knights, listen!"
The group of knights knelt down with a splash at the door. Looking at them, Alfred said seriously: "During my illness, as long as the crisis in Scotland is not resolved, Winchester's military affairs will be fully handed over to the King of Sweden. If necessary, she can mobilize the entire country's army. You all must obey her orders. Do you understand?"
Ella was startled: "Alfred, you..."
"You have trusted me with your army before. Since we are allies, we must have basic trust." Alfred motioned to Ella not to interrupt him, because he no longer had much energy to speak, "As for Whether my subordinates obey you or not is up to you. If necessary, you can execute anyone, including the knights present, to maintain military discipline."
No one spoke. So Alfred shouted angrily again: "Did you hear that? Answer me!"
The group of knights bowed their heads on the ground and replied: "As you command!"
Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, and then a tired expression appeared on his face. He couldn't sit still and slowly lay back on the bed. Suddenly, he said: "Miss Amy, have you ever considered marrying me right now?"
"Huh?" Amy was stunned for a moment, "Are you... kidding?"
"Yeah, just kidding." Alfred's eyes slowly closed, "I'm not married yet. If I die like this, you will follow the inheritance law and find someone who will be at the front of the line of succession. The heir."
The group of knights were shocked: "King of Knights, you..."
"I'm tired." Alfred waved his hand and said, "You all should leave. You are not allowed to visit me again without my order."
Everyone had no choice but to retreat, leaving Alfred in the somewhat dark room. Ella couldn't help but glance back, only to see him sitting up again, taking down the sword in the lake hanging on the wall beside the bed, and holding it in his arms like a lover.
As soon as they walked out of the house, the group of knights grabbed Ella's sleeves: "King of Sweden, please, you must save the King of Knights!"
"I think so too. But I'm not a doctor." Ella said, "The current situation is that we can only wait for Paracelsus to come over. I hope Alfred can persist until then."
Sadness fell over the crowd in the form of silence. After a while, someone suddenly shouted angrily: "It's all the Aztlan people's fault! If they hadn't put the King of Knights in prison and he stayed in the palace, how could he have contracted this disease!"
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone present echoed:
"That's right! It's all the fault of those Aztlans! All those prisoners of war should be executed now!"
"We cannot spare the main criminal! King of Sweden, lead us to take the initiative and defeat Bjorn's troops!"
"That's right, let's take the initiative! I'll call my followers now..."
"Are you out of your mind?" Ella glared at the knights who asked for a fight. "Didn't you just fight Bjorn under the leadership of Alfred? Did you win?"
The knights all lowered their heads and stopped talking.
"Your Majesty, without Alfred, the morale of the English people will be much lower." Amy whispered in Ella's ear, "If we don't find some way to improve morale, I'm afraid we won't even be able to defend the city."
"Then you can't take the initiative! You had to be defensive when Alfred was there. Now that Alfred is gone, taking the initiative will mean you die in vain!"
At this moment, a scout hurriedly ran over from a distance. From afar, he shouted to the group of knights: "Retreat! Bjorn's troops suddenly retreated last night!"
