Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"What do you think, High Elf Asur? This is the first time I've seen a Dark Elf Duruchi act like this. It's so weird."

"It's not bad. The two of them got together a long time ago. They do business and split the profits 50-50. Dark elves are indeed violent, but they are not stupid. They know how to maximize their profits."

"So, Mousse had no money left after worrying?"

"That's not the case. The dark elf Drucci never fakes his emotions. Mousse really cares about Wendlow. To be honest, I care about him too. Then humans will do a lot of things."

In another room, Leslie and Izexi lay on a bed, reviewing what happened in the next room in a low voice.

"According to my calculations, that human has very good hygiene habits and is protected by magic. With the help of your herbs, the mortality rate is only 5%."

"So you deliberately concealed the situation, just to make the dark elves worry in vain? So much time has passed, and the civil war is not over yet?"

To be honest, if two female elves spend a day in the same house, the speed of information exchange between them will be terrifying.

As a mage, Izexi naturally likes to collect information.

Leslie had lived in the Aesuloren Forest for too long and was particularly curious about the outside world.

After mutual analysis, they came up with a good piece of information. Due to various restrictions, the probability of Windlow being killed by the plague was not high.

Regular and healthy living reduces the probability by 5%, simple wind of life magic reduces the probability by 5%, and herbal medicine reduces the probability by 5%.

In the end, the overall probability of death is 5%, which is very low. Even if the disease occurs, as long as you delay the early stage and receive medical treatment, you can still survive.

The two elves had already analyzed the best intelligence, but without exception they chose to ignore Mousse and not tell her and Wendlow in the next room about the news.

"Are you rocking the bed, Ashur?"

"No, I always sleep very quietly. The mage said that one's mind should be as calm as water. Wait, the bed is really shaking. Is there an earthquake?"

Both of them had extremely fast reaction times. They immediately rolled off the bed and hid under it.

However, this strange vibration did not weaken, but instead showed signs of strengthening.

And it is completely different from a regular earthquake. After three slight shakes, there will be a violent shake.

At this time, the two discovered that the vibration was not coming from the ground, but from the next room, where Mousse and Windlow were.

Wait! Izexi immediately realized that something was wrong. The dark elf would definitely not behave itself.

In order to save a valuable target, every dark elf will stop at nothing. Even if it was Malekith who was roasted like a roast chicken, the dark elves would use the most terrifying black magic.

Attaching the midnight armor to the rebel's body allowed him to live from the past to the present.

Could it be that Mousse in the next room is performing some dark magic that cannot be seen by others?

This is the biggest enemy and disaster of the high elves. There was no time to make any preparations. Izexi immediately put on his clothes and rushed out of the room. He slightly pushed open the door of Mousse and Windlow's room, leaving a small gap.

Leslie couldn't help but be curious, so she followed him all the way. Outside the crack of the door, she looked up and down at the situation inside the house.

"Oh my god, wasn't he infected with the plague? How can he still be so energetic? The human race really has great potential."

The two of them watched outside for the entire night, until the next morning, when the sunlight shone through the windowsill of the house. As the movement inside the house stopped, the two of them sneaked back to their room.

Pretending nothing had happened, he waited until Mousse and Windlow went to the living room before coming out.

I don’t know if it’s due to psychological effects or physical weakness, but Windlo’s face doesn’t look good, and he looks pale as if he is already terminally ill at the last moment.

But Leslie, the wood elf, was very keen to notice that this was just a sign of physical weakness, and the plague in Windlow's body had been completely eliminated.

After surviving the last incubation period, this human has actually recovered his health. What an incredible recovery ability! It must have been the dark magic used by the dark elves last night.

It was at this time that Izexi walked out of his room, and after a quick check, he announced that Windlow had successfully survived the plague and became one of the few lucky survivors.

Unlike Mousse's smiling face, Windlow did not show any joy after hearing such a diagnosis.

As humans, the biggest difference between us and elves is the variables.

Perhaps it was the sage time, or perhaps it was because his body was completely hollowed out, such a profit-seeking imperial merchant began to think about more advanced things.

What is your purpose along the way?

Did he make a lot of money from business? But he never enjoyed all the money he made. If he hadn’t been lucky enough to survive the plague, all those gold coins would have become his burial objects.

Traveling around and making all kinds of friends and companions? Obviously not this, he has been cheating and making unscrupulous money along the way.

Just like a person who had just completed the college entrance examination and entered university, Windlow lost all his goals and motivation at this moment, as if he had died spiritually.

It was not convenient to think last night, but now he couldn't help but ask himself, if the primitive desires of human beings are only survival and sexual desire, then what is the meaning of his existence?

Where will I go in the future?

The plague did not take Wendlow's life, but it seemed to take his soul.

Before, his inner motivation was to make a lot of money, but after that, making a lot of money seemed to no longer be his philosophy and ideal.

But what is the goal of life in the future? What should I do?

Looking at Mousse's face, whom he had been looking at the whole night, Wendlow suddenly had an idea.

Since I have lost my future dreams and ideals, before finding my real dreams and ideals, I might as well help Mousse fulfill her dreams.

The new thoughts were imprinted into Windlow's brain and consciousness like a thought stamp.

"Mouse, is there anything you want to do now?"

No longer just thinking about yourself, but thinking more about others.

"Leslie, Izeshi, do you have any unfulfilled dreams?"

The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment. Could the plague be so harmful? Could it change a person's personality so drastically?

But fortunately, his life was saved. It is normal to have some changes in personal emotions. It won’t be long before Windlow will definitely become a profit-seeking and unscrupulous businessman again.

"Let's eat first."

The three elves said in unison.

"We have been hungry for a long time. Our wish now is to have a big meal."

"No problem, my craft has always been good."

The idea of ​​cooking covered the idleness in Windlow's mind, but when he saw the empty carriage, he noticed a problem.

Now the entire city of Miragliano has been blocked due to the plague, and supplies from outside cannot come in.

Mousse exchanged all the food for gold coins which were now meaningless to the three of them!