Dancing is not allowed on the grave

"Failed..."

In the dim temple, the man sat in front of the astrolabe and watched the chaotic stars, his eyes were empty.

This is the second time in a month that the big astrology has failed.

That familiar crow, and the giant dragon...

"Isabella..." He picked up the thick documents beside the astrolabe, and scratched black marks with his fingertips on the page recording the miracle of light.

According to records, after the goddess of light emerged, Losra had performed 340 miracles three times, saving countless human lives almost every time. The cause of immortality.

"This time, will they still be rescued?" The man muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the statue of the goddess in the center of the temple, "My goddess."

Isabella held the holy light in her hands, and her golden curls shone as brightly as the sun, but her drooping face was shrouded in shadow, and her expression was gloomy.

The escape of Seale and Lancelot was discovered that afternoon, and Angus sent a team of guards to search the city, forcing the four people who wanted to wait until the next day to use the space amulet to leave the city to violently destroy the city gate. A group of guards chased them down and got on the ghost carriage, heading for the inland city of Augustine.

The dragon appeared, the princess disappeared, and Angus controlled the nobles. Now the atmosphere in Augustine is quite grim.

Under such circumstances, several people hid in Tibet and returned to Karami after traveling for nearly half a month.

Karami was the farthest town from Angus, and it was the least affected. At least from a distance, it was still as peaceful as ever.

However, when the carriage passed through the middle of the not-so-spacious street, Syl realized that the place was eerily quiet.

He asked Lancelot to stop on the side of the street and raised his hand to knock on the door of one of the houses.

For a long time no one responded.

"Aren't you at home?" Syl frowned, but there was a rancid smell in his nose.

This smell is very similar to what he smelled in the cemetery, the smell of corpses from the undead, and it is much stronger.

He tentatively pushed the door open, and the stench hit his face, and in the room behind the door, there were four corpses lying here and there.

There were no traces of fighting in the house, and almost no bloodstains. The body of the dead person was slowly rotting, and maggots were wriggling between the flesh and blood. Melotti only took one look, then turned around and supported Nancy's shoulders, almost to the point where she could not feel the pain in her stomach. All the food was vomited out.

Searle, who was standing closest to the corpse, seemed to have been hit by a fixation spell, and there was no movement for a long time.

Nancy couldn't help but stepped forward and gently pushed him, "Scared?"

Lancelot turned Searle's body around, only to find that his lips were pale, and his beautiful eyes had lost focus. At this moment, they looked like a pair of transparent glass beads.

"Your Highness?"

"Your Highness..."

Syl came back to his senses, only felt that this voice seemed to have been heard somewhere before, and it was as familiar to him as the scene just now.

Nancy urged the wind element to dispel the strong stench in the air, and frowned as she looked at the corpse in the house, "This is..."

Lancelot: "Corpse plague."

Nancy immediately stepped back a few meters with Melotti in her arms.

——The corpse plague, in the entire history of Losra, can be regarded as the most terrible kind of plague.

No one has figured out its cause so far, because this plague is extremely contagious and deadly. Once it breaks out, it can kill a city within dozens of days.

Before people have developed a cure, the sick have been corrupted, and there are no samples left for research.

"If it's really a corpse plague, isn't this town..." Nancy thought of the worst possibility, but seeing Melotti's pale face, she didn't say anything more.

He quietly urged the wind element to investigate the nearby room, his expression relaxed slightly, "There are still living people in the room over there."

This family was the one that was rescued from Baron Mace last time. As soon as they approached, they could hear the cry of the baby. On the streets of the dead town, this immature vitality made people feel at ease.

Nancy opened the door with the wind element, and the haggard woman in the room raised her head, her eyes widened when she saw Searle and Lancelot, and she repeatedly waved her hands to signal them not to approach.

The person lying on the bed next to her seemed to be the owner of the house.Even though he was wrapped in a quilt, it could be seen that the man's original figure was very strong, but at this time it was covered by dense corpse spots, and the original color of the skin could hardly be seen.

He was lying facing the ceiling, his eyes were staring straight up, and the bloodshot around the eyeballs was bulging, almost protruding.

The woman knelt and sat beside his bed, the tears on her face were still wet. Searle noticed that there were traces of corpse spots on her fingers, which should have been infected while taking care of her husband.

The crying baby was placed by the door, and the wind element blew away the swaddle, revealing the snow-white and delicate skin.

Syl picked up the baby, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he was stopped by the woman, "Don't come here... My husband and I are both infected with the deadly plague, and we have a few days to live... Take that child away, He will starve to death sooner or later if he stays here."

Syl frowned, and took a step back to the door, "Mr. Housekeeper, can the corpse plague really be cured?"

Lancelot took the baby from him, carefully examined the skin on the fingertips, wrists, and nape of the neck, and replied, "There is no cure for the plague, unless a miracle occurs."

Syl was a little dazed.

He didn't understand whose memory suddenly hit his mind, and where it came from. He just saw those passing lives, rotting flesh and blood, and the pain and helplessness deeply engraved in the memory.

He heard a familiar voice calling himself, "Your Highness..."

There are thousands of voices, calling in the depths of memory.

"Your Highness, you must... come back safely."

Syl's eyes dimmed, but the blurred memories in his mind gradually became clear, illuminating the unfamiliar and familiar faces.They stood in front of a palace, watching themselves eagerly.

"We're waiting for you here, all the time..."