Great time travel

Chapter No.16, Undercurrents Surge
PS: Corrected the mistake. Streptomycin is different from penicillin. It can only be injected intramuscularly, that is, it can be slapped on the butt, and it cannot be injected intravenously.It has been revised in the previous article, thanks to ounce0000 readers for their enthusiastic comments and guidance.

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"...My brother! My dear brother! My brother! Although Cicero wrote his letter with such a beginning four thousand and four hundred years ago, but ah, my dear brother, what can I say?

how do i startWhere should I turn?Everything is so sad and there is fear everywhere.

My dear brother, I would rather I never came into this world, or at least let me die before this terrible plague comes.Will our children and grandchildren believe what we have been through?

There was no lightning from heaven, or fire from hell, no war or any visible killing, but people were dying fast.

Has anyone ever seen or heard of such a horrible thing?Have you ever read such a record in any history book?
Law, loyalty, order, piety, everything we knew was gone.Crazy people fled in all directions, abandoning their homes, and abandoned cities were everywhere. People no longer had the concept of a country in their hearts, and a kind of fear, loneliness, and despair spread everywhere.

Oh yes, people can also sing wishing you happiness.But I think only those who have not lived through the dire conditions we see today would say such a blessing.Only our descendants of future generations can describe everything we have experienced in fairy tale language.

Ah, yes, perhaps we deserved this punishment, perhaps it should have been a more terrible punishment, but didn't our ancestors deserve it?May our descendants not be bestowed with the same fate..."

In a bright and sunny study room, after rereading the bloody family letter from his brother from Rome, the Bishop of Marseilles couldn't help but sighed, and put away the parchment scroll. , carefully put it into a delicate wooden box.

From this somewhat incoherent letter of despair, it can be seen that under the attack of this plague catastrophe, the city of Rome and the whole of Italy have become a purgatory on earth. A city—fever, vomiting, coughing, and abscesses, then silence and death.Everyone can only watch the number of people around them decrease rapidly, and they don't even know how long they can live.Such a horrific tragedy is truly unprecedented in history, making people seem to see the end of the world coming.

Of course, large-scale deaths like this are common in wars, but the problem is that a visible and brutal enemy may encourage people to be brave and united, but an elusive disease can only make people fearful and distracted.

Therefore, at the moment of the catastrophe, whether it is Rome, Siena, Genoa, Pisa, Lucca or Naples, these famous Italian cities quickly disintegrated one after another, all shops and markets were closed, shipyards and The pier became a garbage dump, prisoners were starved to death in prison, and even the government stopped functioning... His brother, who was always serious and steady, was also stimulated to the point of going insane.

But how much better could Marseille be?I really shouldn't have let in those ships carrying the disease for the sake of a single thought!
Recalling the wrong decision made at the municipal council two months ago, the bishop couldn't help but sigh again.

No, the plague would have come from Italy even without those ships.For example, Rome, the city of God, does not rely on the sea at all, but it was still invaded by the plague, and slaughtered under the watchful eyes of countless holy spirits... The bishop stood up from his desk while thinking wildly, and through the Looking out from the window of the study on the third floor, under the bright spring sunshine, the fountain on the square is still gurgling, but the chaotic stalls and vendors in the past have disappeared, and even beggars can’t be found , seemed extremely empty and lonely.

In the field of vision, there are only a few slovenly men leaning against the corner waiting to die, and the bones of the dead that have been discarded at will.

The baptism of the plague has made the city shed the veil of prosperity in the past, and it looks even more dilapidated and barren.

Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar empty city, a complex emotion of gloomy, oppressive, desolate, despair, fear and sadness suddenly surged into the heart of the bishop, making him unbearably sad, as if he was about to suffocate in general...

In fact, not only Marseille, the pearl of the Mediterranean Sea, but also the entire Provence region, has now been captured by the plague.Almost every town is full of dead bodies.In the countryside, it is said that whole villages are also dying, and there is no place where you can completely escape death.

Whether it is day or night, many people always die on the road.And more people died at home, and the neighbors would not notice until the corpses rotted and stink-if the neighbors didn't die first.

Seeing the doomsday coming, the people in the city simply left all their property and business, and only cared about having fun; the peasants in the countryside knew that their death was coming, and they didn't want to do farm work any more, they only knew how to eat and drink.The wheat and fruit rotted in the fields, and the cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks fled to nowhere.Women abandoned their chastity, and men forgot their morality, drinking and drinking day and night, prostitution and prostitution... and then died suddenly in the depraved carnival.

As social order crumbles, so does the army that maintains law and order.All kinds of bandit gangs flooded both sides of the road, and the pirates who lost their suppression wantonly plundered various harbors, and then died suddenly, holding all kinds of trophies, covered in abscesses all over their bodies drunk.

In contrast, the situation in Marseille, the capital of the Provence region, is so-so and not bad.Although according to incomplete statistics, since the plague hit, the Port of Marseille has contained a full [-] corpses, leaving thousands of households empty.But in any case, after all, a minimum order can be barely maintained here, so as not to degenerate into a dark world where demons dance wildly, lawlessness, and society collapse.

Even so, the situation is getting more and more desperate day by day, and the only solution people can think of is to pray for God's mercy and salvation... A servant came and knocked on the door, and informed the bishop of Marseilles who locked himself in his study: pray to God to eliminate the plague The religious procession is about to start.

The bishop blinked his eyes, and finally remembered that there was such a thing today - he was supposed to take the lead in organizing such a large-scale event, but out of some kind of indescribable fear, the bishop made this event It was pushed to a senior priest who had just been inspected by the Holy See.

In short, with the beginning of this religious parade to pray for the elimination of disasters, the long-empty streets in downtown Marseille finally became lively again.With the full mobilization of the church, the number of the entire parade exceeded 1000 people, which is already a rare event in this era
Walking in the front of the procession is the team of "redeemers".They fasted for at least a week, and in addition to chains on their legs, they either carried heavy irons on their shoulders, or clasped them with their arms, or beat their backs with whips, to complete their holy atonement— — This is the most exciting part of the religious parade, because they are really bloody and scream "I'm guilty"...

——According to the church, abstaining from eating and drinking can purify people's spirit and cleanse people's hearts, and enduring pain and torture can clean up the filth at the joints of the soul.These sinners are using their own sacrifices in exchange for God's mercy and magic spells, giving all living beings a chance to be saved.

Behind the team of "redeemers" was a senior priest presiding over the parade, and two acolytes followed him step by step, holding high their gorgeous umbrellas.The prelate kept crossing the street, while the other two acolytes shook their bells and censers.

After that, there is a huge cross on a pedestal, and a long line of priests and members of the Quaker Association holding holy water bottles or amulets in their hands.The heavy frame made of good wood and the cross wrapped in silver foil required more than a dozen people to lift it. However, this was obviously a way of atonement that was far easier than whipping, so it was crowded on the frame. There are nearly a hundred guys under the frame, far more than the number needed.

I saw them holding colorful and various flags, walking slowly on the street while singing loudly:
"... O God, hear me,

Panic seized me; terror overwhelmed me.

My heart really hurts.

How I wish I could grow wings and fly away like a dove,
O, I will fly high, and dwell in that wilderness place;

Oh, I will fly high, out of this storm.

I call on God, and the Lord will save me.

I pray to God, at midnight, at dawn..."

The long song was mixed with the howl of the redeemer, and was blown by the wind to the streets and alleys of Marseille port.

At first, no one responded, and the remaining citizens just listened attentively.They stood at the window or the doorway, motionless and silent.But as time went by, more and more people were infected by this fanatical religious atmosphere, and began to step out of their homes and join the parade.

According to the requirements of the church classics, these citizens, rich or poor, put on rags like sacks, sprinkled stove ashes on their heads, walked barefoot on the street, wept and prayed, and some even stabbed their necks Hanging a rope symbolizing a noose, or holding up various sacred objects in their own collections, others hold candles and gather around the sacred objects... They hopefully believe that this is a feat of saving the world.

None of them knew that when the Black Death was spreading, such a large-scale gathering of people was precisely the best way to spread the plague!
Therefore, this religious parade turned into a farce unsurprisingly—first, while walking, a white-clothed priest holding a banner suddenly fell down. He lay on the ground with his face contorted and hissing Noisy, but unable to move.The people in the parade stopped and surrounded him from a distance, chattering a lot, but no one was willing to go up to help: Everyone knew that this guy was infected with the plague!

Before the mess could be sorted out, another redeemer who was drenched in blood collapsed, lying on the ground moaning in pain, spitting blood from his mouth.Afterwards, marchers fell down one after another, and people around them could clearly see the black spots on their bodies and the stinky blood oozing from their clothes, like a group of gods of death rampaging on the street, laughing at the stupidity of mortals and useless...

So, the hymns and prayers stopped, the parade ended, everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely dull... Then, the most tragic scene appeared: a large group of wild dogs with red eyes rushed out of the dark alley, madly rushed over.Pounce on the panting patients on the ground, biting and tearing.Let the parade team into complete chaos.Mentally broken citizens ran home screaming, candles fell, holy water was spilled, robes were trampled to pieces, flags, relics and crosses were littered in the streets like rubbish Let anyone trample on you.

After seeing this crazy scene from the study window, the Bishop of Marseille couldn't help closing his eyes in pain: It's over!It's all over!It's all over!

As an experienced clergyman, His Excellency the Bishop is very aware of the terrible destructive power that will erupt when the last hope in people's hearts is brutally shattered and plunged into a situation of complete despair—even if it is a The most honest farmer will instantly become the bloodiest killer; and the most cautious and cautious servant will frantically throw sticks and cleaning rods at their once god-like master...

But he couldn't prevent all the deterioration of the situation from happening, and he didn't even have the courage to walk out of the house that had been cleaned repeatedly to face the filthy environment outside.Therefore, after the bishop grabbed his hair and turned it back and forth a few times, he had no choice but to pick up a bottle of Bordeaux wine from the table, bite off the cork with his mouth, and then he was about to tilt his neck and pour it down his throat, so as to Come drink away your worries...

But before he could get the drink down his throat, his miserable afternoon sip was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

——The person in charge of the local Inquisition, a one-eyed, scar-faced, bald-headed man rushed in, and before the bishop got angry, he hastily reported a terrible message to the bishop: "...Dear bishop !Sorry to interrupt your recuperation! But the situation is urgent, we have discovered a terrible heresy! That is Levi of the Jihad Manor. Bacon Knight! There is conclusive evidence that he practiced witchcraft, raised A large number of evil cats! The current plague is probably caused by this evil wizard..."

At first, the Bishop of Marseille, who was in a trance, didn't care to hear it—seeing that the end of the world is almost here, why are you catching heresy!

But when he heard the last sentence, the bishop was shocked suddenly, and his brain opened up in an instant.

What is the easiest way to decompress when the general public has no way to vent their pent-up grievances, and when social sentiment is on the verge of exploding?
Of course, it is to launch a scapegoat, put all disasters and crimes on his head, and then execute him publicly, so as to relieve public grievances!

However, the choice of this scapegoat is also particular. Usually it cannot be a penniless little person, otherwise the onlookers will not admit it; hard to control.

So, Knight Levi, even though we have no grievances in the past, and we don’t know whether you have ever become a dark wizard, this time I’m afraid I’ll have to tie you to the stake and have a barbecue, and invite the whole city to watch That's it - who told you that your identity is just suitable as a sacrifice?
Thinking of this, His Excellency Bishop couldn't help stroking his beard and showing a smug smile.

"...The information you sent is very important. The church has always hated such evil heretics and never showed mercy. However, this guy who works with witchcraft is a knight after all, and I'm afraid he has some armed forces. If we Go directly to his manor to arrest and judge the case, I am afraid it will turn into a tragic battle...In order to reduce losses while completing God's mission, I have a plan that needs your cooperation..."

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Not long after, Wang Qiu, Doraemon and other visitors from other worlds had just left, and a violent influenza of unknown origin swept across the manor of Lord Li Wei in an instant, from Lord Li Wei himself to the cook in the kitchen. , Almost all of them are recruited.

Especially those plague patients in the hospital, with the help of antibiotics and sulfa powder, barely got rid of the entanglement of the Black Death, and their bones were still very weak.However, when the viral flu came, they naturally fell ill again and developed high fevers one after another.

Faced with such a situation, Lord Li Wei and his attendants were naturally devastated and couldn't care less about selling the "elixir" for a while.

After finally waiting for his condition to ease up a bit, Lord Li Wei was thinking about whether he should visit the neighbors nearby to sell antibiotic pills since he already had practical experience...but at this time, he received a doctor from the city. A letter claimed that Li Wei's previous application for inheriting Baron Diderot's title and estate had been approved by the Paris royal family, and the decree of the King of France was also sent to the city hall, urging him to go to the city to apply for the inheritance Procedures and payment of relevant fees...

So, Knight Li Wei put on his most luxurious clothes, rode on the last remaining horse in the manor (the rest of the horses were stuffed into the [automatic pawn machine] by Doraemon for money), and brought A boy riding a donkey went leisurely into the city.

Another day later, Lord Li Wei hadn't come back yet. A hideous one-eyed priest in a black robe, accompanied by several knights and soldiers, barged in proudly, facing the silent sight of everyone in the manor. Lord Levy's Crusader Manor...