Magician's Live Stocking Daily [Infinite]

This social gathering did not achieve the desired effect of establishing diplomatic relations. In fact, the final result was that the two sides parted ways unhappily.

When leaving the ball under protection, Li Yang saw that the Viscount finally died completely after spitting out his last mouthful of blood.

The people around him all looked terrible, especially the Marquis who had just communicated, and the enthusiastic waiter beside him:

The waiter's face became paler, and even his lips were slightly darker.

Li Yang was vaguely aware of something, and a strong sense of uneasiness made her heart pound.

This feeling of uneasiness was further strengthened during the next three days of temporary stay in the Federation.

More people are being “punished”.

It was as if the God of Light had played a game of dominoes, with more and more people dying of fever and vomiting blood. Every day when Li Yang opened her eyes, she would find that there seemed to be fewer people around her, and the maids who brought her food were replaced one after another. Everyone was afraid of the coming of death.

But the way they looked at Li Yang was filled with fear but also a bit of hope.

This expectation came from the still optimistic situation on the church side - the group of knights and nuns brought by the priests were actually in good health.

They were dressed in white and moved freely in various places. They looked down with disdain at the people kneeling on the ground and begging for help, then arrogantly kicked them away and ordered people to throw the bodies into the corners of the streets and alleys at will.

The church did not save even one person.

The tall and sturdy palace blocked the countless crowds, but their cries still came through the city walls.

Gaia stood in front of the window and had been looking for a long time.

She asked Li Yang: "Sister, is this really a punishment from God?"

Li Yang had just finished reading the new letter. She walked to Gaia's side and said, "Of course not. Giving up the chance to save yourself because of listening to others is a punishment for yourself."

"What does this mean?" Gaia seemed to understand.

Li Yang handed her the letter: "See, the healing technique can completely allow civilians who only had symptoms of high fever in the early stage to open their eyes again."

This is the result of Cosmo's experiment, which cost him a lot of gold coins.

As early as the night of the ball, she wrote a letter asking Cosmo to protect himself and hired several folk magicians to investigate the matter.

Li Yang didn't seem too surprised when she saw the letter. She no longer believed in the church's lies.

Most importantly, she has always believed that:

Even if the gods really punish us, the first to die should be those hypocrites who pretend to be righteous. What did these civilians do wrong?

"Saint, are you ready? We are about to set off back to the temple." Edwins asked outside the door.

"Of course, let's go."

Although the reason given by the priest was ridiculous, the Federation finally decided to bow to the church after two days and two nights of discussion. The monarch apologized in person and hoped that the Church of Light would allow magicians to come forward to rescue the dying people.

But the Navido priest refused.

Li Yang was not sure whether it was because he sincerely worshipped the God of Light and did not want to interfere with the divine punishment;

Or does he simply want more people to die here so that when the time comes, he can directly annex this opponent that has been confronting him for hundreds of years.

The latter is more likely, Li Yang is sure.

But when would the time come? This time she had no idea.

The church group walked through one black river after another filled with decay and stench. They loudly discussed what to eat in the evening and made an appointment to go to their favorite tavern for a drink.

And so they returned to the holy city.

The situation in the Holy City was indeed much better, but they soon discovered a more serious problem:

One of the accompanying knights also developed a high fever.

They were not able to drink the wine they had been longing for, because after the death of this knight, more and more magicians were bedridden.

"Are you worried about them?" Li Yang walked to Edwins.

Edwins's brow had not been relaxed for a long time, since the night of the dance.

Along the way, Li Yang did not see him chatting with other knights. Most of the time, he sat alone in a corner, thinking about something.

After his eyes met Li Yang's exposed skin, he suddenly turned around, took a few steps with his long legs, took out a robe from the suitcase, put it on her, and wrapped her tightly.

"Saint, you need to wear more clothes. And please do not take off your veil at any time," he instructed.

It seems that Edwins is not hopelessly stupid. Li Yang even felt a sense of relief inexplicably.

"Thank you for the reminder." She pulled her white robe closer and was about to say something else when she heard a loud announcement in her mind:

"Player [Treasure Chest] has died, and the number of remaining players is 4."

It seems that someone in the Federation can't help it anymore.

The card name didn't seem to belong to anyone she knew, so could this be the player who stole the Light Stone before?

Yes.

In an abandoned hut more than 3,000 kilometers away, Marquis Aarnay was covering the wound on his abdomen with a handkerchief and coughing heavily a few times.

"Damn it, how could he have so many props? But what's the use of so many props? Didn't he die in my hands anyway?"

He spat, then took out a bottle of water from his arms, rinsed his mouth, and then gritted his teeth and spit the mouthwash onto the face of the corpse on the ground.

"What an idiot! You actually believed that I would save you? Ha. If you didn't have the Light Stone, I wouldn't have come here at all." He shook the golden stone in his hand, "But now, it's mine."

The Marquis sat for a while, until the taste of blood in his throat faded a little, then he stood up again and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he felt that he was trapped by something. As soon as he turned around, a strong stench hit him in the face. The Marquis couldn't help coughing twice, and saw the beggar fall to the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of black blood:

"Now, you are going to die too."

The Marquis still felt regretful when he left the door of the low and shabby little house.

He slammed the door hard as if to vent his anger. The tattered door panel shook, and finally fell down under the weight, splashing dust all over the floor.

He is now completely sure that he has contracted some strange disease, and it is very likely that he was infected by this beggar.

Fortunately, because of his good status, he spent a lot of gold coins and invited several magicians from the public to treat him. When he was about to recover, a card of worsening illness made him lose all his efforts.

The Marquis covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

Who doesn't want to live?

In that case, don't blame me for diverting trouble.