Rolan and the witches finished lunch and were about to return to their rooms for a nap when Carter rushed into the castle hall.

"Your Highness, the commoners transported from the King's City have arrived at the dock!"

"So fast?" It seems that Tassha's efficiency is quite high, he thought with delight, it's no wonder he has been in the patrol team and has connections with both the legitimate and the underworld. However, looking at the chief knight's sweaty appearance and tightly furrowed brows, Rolan immediately felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"However, the people on board have contracted a strange disease," Carter quickly described the characteristics of the patients, "At first it was only a few people, but now it has spread to two or three ships, and even the First Army soldiers have been infected!"

Patients with black spots, and can be contagious? Sounds a lot like the plague, also known as the Black Death. However, the plague bacillus can't make people's blood change color, let alone make the skin crack open.

Rolan frowned.

He immediately thought of Lily, but he was not sure whether her ability could deal with this unheard-of infectious disease. If she couldn't cure it and got infected, it would be troublesome. He had to make a careful decision, but listening to Carter's description, these people wouldn't last long.

No matter what, at least the scene must be blocked off first.

Thinking of this, Rolan ordered Carter, "Lead the First Army to set out and set up a cordon outside the dock, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving. At the same time, repeatedly tell them: I will be there soon, and Nana Waxiaojie is already on the way."

"Yes!"

"Very troublesome?" Nightingale asked.

"It's not clear yet, the key depends on Lily's ability," he said in a deep voice, "Call all the members of the Witch Union over, there will be no nap today."

...

After considering along the way, Rolan felt that he must isolate the patients before verifying the effect of Lily's ability.

Fortunately, her preservation ability is a summoning type, and she can produce the effect without contacting the target - this distance is the same as the control distance of most witches, about five meters.

So he summoned two carpenters, and with Anna's help, quickly built a rectangular box-shaped room. There was a partition in the center of the room, with a small piece of glass window embedded at the top, so you could see the scene on the opposite side through the window. A flexible curtain painted by Soroya was set under the partition, and two small holes were opened symmetrically, allowing Lily to stretch her hands over. The soft sky-colored curtain would tightly wrap the little girl's hands, thus isolating the air circulation on both sides. As long as she washes her hands with alcohol after coming out, she should be able to prevent infection.

The order at the dock was controlled by more than a hundred First Army soldiers on the ship. Being able to maintain discipline under the terrifying infectious disease is not to say that they have a strong will, but that most of the soldiers believe that Nana Waxiaojie, like an angel, will definitely make them heal as before.

After the box room was ready, a soldier who could still walk on his own, with black spots only on his arms, was selected.

He walked into the room according to instructions, stood still, and Lily stretched her hand over the partition and used her ability. And Rolan stood beside her, observing the other party's condition through the window.

The influence of magic was silent, and the little girl nodded, indicating that it was completed, and he asked, "How do you feel now?"

"Your Highness?" The soldier recognized Rolan's voice, stood at attention excitedly and raised his hand to salute, then froze in place, "Eh, I feel like my strength has recovered. God, Your Highness, I feel much better!"

Rolan could also see it - the black spots on his hands were fading quickly, which was definitely not a symptom of the plague. If he remembered correctly, the black spots of the latter came from concurrent sepsis and severe cyanosis. Even if the plague bacillus was killed, these black spots would take a long time to disappear, and Lily had no ability to restore the body.

However, her new ability does have a therapeutic effect on unknown diseases, which made Rolan breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's good to recover, go call the other soldiers, ten people at a time, whether or not they show symptoms, they must come in for treatment."

"Yes! Your Highness," the soldier paused for a moment, then saluted again, "Thank you, Nana Waxiaojie."

"Not Nana Wa, it was Lilyxiaojie who saved your life this time." Rolan corrected with a smile, "If it is so serious that the skin has cracked and bleeding, Nana Waxiaojie needs to treat you."

"Is... is that so," he touched his head, "Then thank you, Lilyxiaojie."

After the soldier left, Lily glanced at the prince, "It doesn't matter if it's attributed to Nana Wa, I don't need to be thanked by others."

Is that so, then why did you stand so straight just now? Rolan looked at the other party's swaying pigtails, couldn't help but reach out and rubbed her head, and the other party unexpectedly did not express kangyi, but just snorted.

Since it's not the plague, then what caused the disease? He walked out of the box room, and Nightingale immediately leaned over, "Your Highness, I just saw a strange phenomenon, the blood flowing out of those renliu... has traces of magic."

"What?" Rolan was stunned.

"In the mist, it's like twinkling stars in the night," Nightingale said affirmatively, "I have never seen such small magic brilliance."

This is an unexpected discovery. Anything related to magic is either caused by witches or related to the church. Now at least it can be confirmed that this epidemic is not caused by natural bacteria or viruses.

"I see," the prince pondered for a moment, "In that case, let's draw some blood to observe."

"No, you might be infected!" She exclaimed in a tense voice to stop him.

"Don't worry," Rolan smiled at her, "Lily's new ability has completely overcome the disease."

The blood sample was taken from a commoner who had fallen into a coma. He embedded the glass slide stained with black blood on the placement table and adjusted the object distance. As the scene in the lens gradually became clear - if the thing that caused the symptoms was about the size of bacteria, then it is likely that nothing can be seen. But when the focus overlapped with the target, Rolan could hardly believe his eyes.

In the narrow field of vision, several worms with tentacles and large bellies were swimming slowly in the liquid, and from time to time, a strand of mucus was sprayed from the tail, like thin strands of hair. They are about the size of single-celled algae, but like the mother body made by Lily, their bodies are not transparent, and it is difficult to tell whether it belongs to single-celled organisms.

Fortunately, the magic brilliance on the worms did not affect the little girl's ability to play a role. When the blood mixed with the duplicates was dripped into the sample, the duplicates would even attack these strange worms first, turning them into their own kind.

When all the First Army soldiers had recovered, in order to avoid accidents, Rolan ordered all the refugees entering the box room to wear hoods and be led in by the soldiers. At the same time, another box room was also built, mainly for Nana Wa to treat those seriously ill patients with skin that was torn and bleeding.

The treatment lasted from noon to dusk. When all the five hundred people on the ten ships had recovered, a thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd. Many people knelt on the ground, shouting long live Your Highness, the sound waves rose one after another, and could not be calmed down for a long time.

"You don't seem very happy?" Nightingale winked at him.

"The people who cured the epidemic are not me, but Lily and Nana Wa, the witches," Rolan shook his head and said, "Those who accept the cheers of the crowd should also be them."

Having said that, it is not wise to tell the truth to the public before these people have fully accepted the witches. He sighed softly, hoping that one day in the future, he could let the witches stand in front of the stage as well.

Nightingale seemed to understand what Rolan was thinking, she patted him on the shoulder generously, "Everyone won't mind, you've done enough. Besides, this day will come sooner or later, won't it?" She paused, "By the way, I forgot to tell you another good news."

"What is it?"

"The Witch Union may have a new member," Nightingale grinned. (.)