The Legend of Fatality

When Brian walked into the blind pig tavern, Grey Rogan raised his head from his plate full of food. "Look what the cat dragged in," he said as he stuffed a large piece of dark bread into his mouth.

Elisa looked up from where she sat next to the dwarf. "Oh, Bai En, I'm worried. You said that you will come back in a few hours, and it's almost dawn now. I thought it was the Ratman who caught you."

Bai En put the book on the table and hugged her tightly. "I'm fine. I just want to know something."

"" Abominable Ratmen and All Their Despicable Relatives "" Guerrogan tilted his head and read the spine of the book. Elisa looked at him in surprise. "I don't know if you can read books," she said.

Guerrerogen grinned, revealing his blackened teeth. He gently opened the book with a greasy finger and began to turn the pages until he found the page marked "Plague Family". "This guy named Rebel is very capable. He must have consulted a dwarven source."

"Yes, yes." Bai En said impatiently, he didn't intend to be entangled with the pride of the Dwarves of Grerogan. "It must be." "Where did you get it, human?"

"Dr. Drexler."

"Your friend Drexler, he must be a person of wide interest, if he has such a book."

"You will have the opportunity to discover this yourself."

"Really? How to do it?" "Because we are going to the morgue with him." Bai En replied, "I'm going to sleep for a little while."

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The Prophet Tangul walked around, pacing back and forth on the floor of his lair, like a human being arrested. After taking a sip of magic stone powder snuff, his brain turned faster.

Nonetheless, the evil traitors of the Pestirian clan conspired to avoid him. Their witchcraft proved to be effective and could even deal with his most subtle and effective divination. No matter how deep the digging was, his agents did not find any clues about their location. All this is frustrating.

Somewhere deep in his heart, Tangul could have foreseen that the time for the implementation of the plague monks' plan was very close. He knew he must be right at this point, because in the past, this hunch never missed. He is a prophet after all.

There was a terrible sense of catastrophe in Tangu'er's mind. He wanted to find a place to hide and ran to a hidden place, but he couldn't figure out where to go at the moment.

The plague, he has been thinking. The **** plague is coming.

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"Good morning, Dr. Drexler." Moore's priest coughed. Lifting his head from his desk, he placed it in a alcove at the entrance of the city morgue. His black cloak covered his face, making him look as evil as the **** he served. The air was filled with the scent of black roses just picked from Mole Garden. "what do you need?"

"I want to see the bodies of the victims of the recent plague."

Bai En was surprised by the calm attitude when the doctor made the request. Most people in the city would rather run a thousand miles than do what Doctor Z wants to do. The priest obviously thought the same way. He lifted the hood of his robe, revealing a pale and thin face, surrounded by a black beard.

"This is a very unusual request," he said. "I must discuss it with my superior."

"As you wish," Drexler said. "Tell them, I just want to determine whether all the victims died of the same disease, or whether we have to deal with various plagues this summer.

The priest nodded and retreated deep into the dark monastery. There was a heavy bell in the distance. Bai En knew that somewhere, another funeral was about to begin.

The priest will be back soon. "The bishop said you can start," he said. "However, he also asked me to tell you that most of the bodies have been taken to Moll Garden. We only have the four people who came in last night."

"This should be enough," Drexler said. "I hope so."

Dr. Bane, Grey Logan and Drexler paid the copper money used in the ceremony and put on black robes and Moore's headdress. The pastor told them that this is a holy place, and they must do so. The robe was obviously made for humans, while Grerogan's skirt dragged on the floor. Without saying anything, they entered the dark interior of the morgue.

It's cool here and it's very dark. The floor is very clean and washed with some sacred ointment. The fragrance of black roses is everywhere. This is not what Bai En expected. He had expected the smell of rotting and spoiled flesh. He had expected the breath of death.

The central room of the house of death is covered with marble. A corpse lay on each slate. Bai En turned his gaze there. These corpses belong to those who died under special circumstances, and they need special ceremonies to ensure that their souls can smoothly enter the afterlife. Many of them are not beautiful. A blue puffy fisherman's body lay on a stone slab, apparently recently pulled from the Rake River, and Bane could easily tell that he was drowned. On the other side lies a woman's body, and Bai En can more easily identify the cause of death-she was cruelly dismembered by a lunatic. They passed a child's body, and Bai En looked closely and found that the child's head and body were separated, and the wound was obviously a very blunt knife. He quickly looked away.

Then they came to another room where the corpse was placed, where the smell was better than the smell of incense and ointment. Bai En was shocked and understood why their cloak had a special cloth that could cover their mouth and nostrils. He adjusted his breath to reduce the odor, and then moved to where the plague victim was lying. Two priests stood nearby, eyes closed, holding an incense burner in their hands. They whispered prayers for the dead, without fear of what killed them.

Bai En believes that maybe they are just like themselves, only used to fear because they are exposed to death for a long time. Or are they just not afraid of death itself? After all, they are priests of the **** of death and are guaranteed preferential treatment in the afterlife. He decided that if he later encountered a sacrifice, he would ask him this question. He was curious how they became so hard-hearted.

Drexler walked carefully to the slate and exchanged words and coins with the priests. They nodded, stopped their recitations, and retreated. Drexler pulled out a piece of paper from the nearest body without haste. It was a short businessman, wearing the best clothes here. A black rose stuck in the lapel of the tunic. Bai En stared at his face, which surprised him, it seemed that the businessman was unguarded before death. Of course, since his death, he has been cleaned up.

Dr. Drexler looked at what was written on the paper, and then examined the body, then pointed out: "He has bruises on his hands, knees, and forehead. It is likely that this person fell in the last extreme pain. Now. "

Bai En stepped forward and checked the few places, it was indeed a defensive injury, then he thought of the spasm of the man he saw on the street and understood what was going on.

"Pay attention to the swollen areas of the chest and throat, as well as the slightly pale green material on the upper lips and nostrils." Dr. Drexler continued.

Drexler pushed the eyelid back with his fingers, and there were faint green marks around the eye circles. "I believe that if I ask for an autopsy operation, our priest friend here will object, but I believe we will find that the lungs are filled with a green viscous liquid. It is this that ultimately killed the victims. It was almost drowned. "

"This is a terrible method of death," Bai En said with his mouth, but he was thinking about whether those green substances were the remains of magic stone powder.

Thinking of this, he looked around and made sure that there was no one else. Then he took out a very long needle with a small hole in front of the needle and directly entered the body from his lungs. When Bai En pulled the needle out, there was indeed some green viscous liquid left in the hole. He showed the doctor the holed part.

"Very good tool, I will try to get one when I go back." Dr. Drexler continued: "In my experience, few diseases will die happily. Mr. Bai En."

He walked to the other body and pulled the sheet away. This is the body of a middle-aged woman, wearing black clothes. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in horror. There were traces of rouge on her cheeks and traces of eyeshadow around her eyes. Bai En found that this attempt to improve the appearance of a now dead person was somewhat sad.

"At least she is dressed in a suitable color." Grerogan said lightly-Bane thought that the dwarf's words were awkward. At least on this occasion.

Dr. Drexler didn't seem to care, he just shrugged. "Widow's robe. Her husband must have died within a year. She will be with him now."

He moved to the next stone slab and carefully examined the body of a child. Bai En noticed that her appearance was similar to that of the dead widow. Dr. Drexler looked at the piece of parchment around her neck. "Daughter. It seems to be an unfortunate family."

He turned to look at Bai En. "Unfortunately, there is nothing unusual. The spread of the plague and other diseases between families and people living together is very common. It seems that the plague will transfer like a cold."

Bai En picked up the copper ball censer and smelled it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Only then did he remember that he had forgotten Grerogan, but fortunately he now has two such copper ball censer and enough incense pill. He asked Greyrogen the copper censer he handed over to Falheim, leaving Drexler's one to himself, and asked Drexler. "What the **** are we looking for, Dr. Drexler?"

"A pattern. Or something unusual. It can tell us whether these poor victims have common factors."

"How does this help us?" Guerrero took over the copper ball incense burner with doubt, and asked as he studied the incense in the incense burner.

Bai En already knew the answer. "If we can find it, we may find out how the disease is spreading. We may be able to take some measures to isolate it. Or, if it really comes from a mouse, we may be able to trace it back to its source." White En paused and continued. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be a detective."

"Very good, Mr. Bai En. In a way, this is really like solving a murder or a mystery. The same is true in medicine, if you want to know what disease your patient has. You need to be able to see clues like this You can find the culprit. "

"Did you see any clues?" Asked Gray Rogan, who had brought the copper ball censer with the help of Bane.

Dr. Drexler took the last parchment from the body. It was a young man in his twenties. Bai En was shocked by the young man's death. The victims of the plague cannot be much larger than Elisa. "Did you find anything?" Bai En asked, his lips suddenly dry.

"Unfortunately, no," Dr. Drexler said, then turned away.