There was too much information for Cesare to digest at the moment. All in all, he only knew that mycelium and monsters were like natural phenomena and uncontrollable by humans. However, there was another issue that Cesare was most concerned about than these. .
"Then how long will I be locked up here... My sister, she is also infected... There must be some way to solve the mycelium infection, right?
The priest at the chapel of Caliu said that there is a herbal medicine that can cure the infection. This is the purpose of my coming back... Please save my sister no matter what..."
Mr. Andel stood there without saying a word, his eyes no longer looking at Cesare, his lips tightly closed and only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the quiet cell.
"Why don't you answer my question? You have said so much about mycelium, and you must have studied it for many years. Whether it is mycelium or a mutated magical creature, there must be something that can completely cure the infection. method, right?"
Cesare was chained to the edge of the wall, and the muscles in his body were shaking with excitement as if every nerve in his body was going crazy.
Cesare's breathing became shallower and shallower as he continued to spit out characters. It was like a fire was burning in his lungs, and the thick smoke made his throat dry and painful.
"Herbs, magic, anything! Or I could trouble the Earl to invite a cardinal to cure the infection. My sister won't turn into a monster, right..."
Cesare's face was pale, and the silver rings fixed on his fingers were like a row of shackles that would continuously tighten. When his emotions became excited, they would tighten until his flesh swelled and hurt, almost as if they were embedded in his flesh.
Just a few words made his forehead covered with beads of sweat, and his body was tired and weak. Cesare could clearly feel that the silver rings were invisibly fighting against the mycelium in his body, and he was like this. A victim in a dispute.
Mr. Andel looked at Cesare's embarrassment and eagerness to save his sister. His eyes were downcast and full of distress, but he sighed as if he was helpless.
"The chapel priest you are talking about refers to Istvan in our family... Although he is right, there is indeed a herbal medicine that can theoretically neutralize the activity of hyphae...
But so far, only Ilona's child's eyes have been cured by practice. At the same time, her left eye injured by the monster was removed at the last golden moment to prevent the spread of infection. Ander said and pursed his lips.
"Moreover, the medicine itself contains highly toxic substances. If it fails, its toxicity will be enough to kill people..."
Andel's words gave Cesare a chill. His breathing became more difficult and he asked more urgently. "What about the Cardinal... The Cardinal must have something to do!"
"Mycelium is a type of mutated magical creature. If you want to kill it together with the parasitic host, the principle is simple. You only need to destroy the heart of the infected person.
The hyphae cannot use the principle of blood flow to quickly reach every corner of the host's body. They will think that the host has lost its parasitic value, voluntarily give up the host or wither after being abandoned by the ethnic group. "
"And if you want to peel off all the hyphae alone without harming the infected person...such a difficult operation cannot be accomplished by the magic of a single cardinal."
Andel shook his head helplessly. "Ten... No, that's not enough. Maybe we can find all the cardinals in the Papal State and let them cure an infected child at the same time...
That might still be possible, but this thing sounds a bit..."
He paused for a moment, and Andel didn't finish his words, but his embarrassed expression already made the conclusion clear. If the mycelium infection was really easy to cure, then these crows would not have to take such great risks to fight the monsters day and night.
There are not many cases of being infected by monsters from ancient times to the present. Whether it is the big lizard in the abandoned town on the way here or the crying woman in the foggy village later, they are all poor people who were infected.
And who in the entire Papal State can convince all the cardinals to put down their work and save some lives that are not related to national affairs.
Mr. Ander has put it very tactfully, almost stating that the infection is almost impossible to cure...
"Then... the silver you mentioned can be..." As if holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Cesare's voice became weaker and weaker with his body, but the response he received was still Mr. Andel's slow shake of his head.
"Pure silver can only be delayed, and there are strict golden time requirements. Cesare, it is a miracle that you have kept your body intact and your brain sane now." Mr. Andel looked over again, his eyes much sadder than before.
"Even if you will hate me for this, I don't want to hide it from you. I was actually in favor of executing you directly while you were in a coma, because I really can't imagine that someone's willpower can persist until now under the effect of pure silver.
If Ilona hadn't begged for you so hard to give you a chance to struggle, saying that it would be nice to let you live for even one second...otherwise, according to the condition of your hyphae infection at the time, you would have been put on the spot by the crowd of crows. Put to death. "
"But..." Cesare wanted to say something more, but looking at Andel's firm eyes, he realized that if he continued to ask, he would not get any results he wanted to hear. His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became He whispered until he was completely silent.
The dungeon was filled with an atmosphere of despair, and the originally filthy air became heavier. Cesare lowered his head and his eyes were empty. This was definitely not the result he wanted to hear when he returned from his trip. Things should not be like this...
However, at this moment, he could not think of any other way, only despair, the despair of being unable to do anything while everything was slowly passing through his fingers.
The oil lamp in the prison began to flicker, as if it was about to burn out. Everything the eyes saw became dim, as if the whole world was losing its vitality and original color.
Mr. Andel took a deep breath and sighed through his nose. His voice was far less powerful than before. The polite smile on his face completely disappeared, leaving only helplessness towards reality.
"In any case, we are very happy to see that the pure silver has worked on you...Whether it is an infection on you or your sister, the Crows will not give up on you easily.
The count is well-informed and can always think of a solution to many things, and he will definitely come up with a good solution in this situation. "Andel turned around, as if he could no longer bear to look at Cesare.
"Don't do anything stupid kid...trust the crows."
With that said, he walked out of the open cell door, turned around and slowly closed the solid door.
The light outside was gradually blocked by the closed iron door, and a little bit of light slowly disappeared from Cesare's face like the hope he had always had, until the oil lamp went out by itself, and darkness enveloped Cesare along with the chains around him. Devour.
Silence, taking everything, leaving no hope.
