What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

Eros frowned, and without any thoughts, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

Then, the scene outside was reflected in his eyes.

In the open space in front of the church, those infected with the plague were scattered all over the ground like rag dolls discarded by the god of death.

Their bodies were covered with black spots, which were the marks left by death on their skin, one spot after another, shocking to the eye.

Swollen lymph nodes bulged abruptly in the neck, armpits and groin, like tumors planted by the devil in their bodies, causing their bodies to twist and deform.

They had high fevers, their lips were cracked and flaking, they were tormented by the pain and had lost their minds, and began to utter meaningless mumblings.

Some were still coughing violently, as if they were going to cough out their lungs every time.

The blood that was coughed up earlier had already dried up at the mouth, like a bunch of withered red flowers.

Different patients have different tragedies, but without exception, their eyes are filled with fear and despair of death.

The clergymen in robes moved heavily among them, their eyes full of compassion.

It is the unwillingness to accept the passing of life and the helplessness towards the coming of suffering.

They checked the conditions of the patients one by one, and every touch was a caress to the despair. But in the face of the death that came like a tide, their compassion seemed so insignificant.

Eros closed his eyes and suddenly blamed himself for having such good eyesight that he could see clearly in the distance even at night.

It's not like he had never seen miserable people before, but seeing so many miserable people gathered together still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

These people in front of me were living people half a day ago, but in just half a day, they became what they are now, like... like a pile of maggots whose bodies are rotting but still wriggling.

Scolem beside him seemed to have noticed the subtle change in Eros's expression. He spoke in a soothing voice, as if he was talking to himself or to Eros:

"This is a tragedy deliberately created by those cultists for their own purposes."

Eros remained silent and said nothing.

Scolem didn't care about this. He just paused for a moment and continued:

"Would you like to find a room in the church to rest, or should I take you back to rest?"

Hearing this, Eros shook his head and said in a complicated tone:

"No, I'll walk back by myself and take a look on the way."

Scolem didn't say anything else. He just stood quietly in front of the window, watching the patients who were still being sent in from outside.

Eros let out a long sigh, said goodbye to Scolem, and turned to leave.

On the way back, he saw many people wearing bird-beak masks walking through the ruins. They carried patients on stretchers and sent them to hospitals or churches.

The reason for the two differences is that the poor who have no savings can only hope for free medical care from the church.

Those who have savings at home and can afford the treatment costs will mostly choose to go to the hospital.

Compared to the illusory gods and priests who don't even have a practicing medical license, they obviously believe in hospitals more.

Eros was walking silently on the road, when suddenly, he was stopped by a man wearing a bird-beak mask.

Just when Eros was about to ask the other party what was the matter, the other party scolded him without any reason, then handed him a bird-beak mask and urged him to put it on quickly.

"Damn it! How dare you wander out without any protection? Don't you know that this outbreak is plague?"

"That damn thing is contagious!"

"If you were my nephew, I would kick your ass with my boots."

"Put it on quickly, then leave this area immediately and go to the hospital to confirm whether you have been infected. You are such a worrying kid."

Eros was stunned for a moment when he looked at the bird-beak mask handed to him. Then, a smile appeared on his face, and he thanked the person who came:

"Thank you!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Put it on quickly and leave this area." The man opposite was still very rude in his words.

In order to avoid subsequent troubles, Eros listened to the man and put on the bird-beak mask in his hand.

Suddenly, a smell of medicine rushed into my nose.

When the man saw that he had it on, he walked aside and continued to work.

After watching the figure return to the busy crowd, Eros continued to walk forward.

After walking for a while along this street that had been cleared from the ruins, a dividing line suddenly appeared in front of us.

Further ahead are houses that are relatively well preserved and streets that are relatively clean and tidy.

Eros realized that he was leaving the slums.

Although the street in front of me was also bustling with people, it was obviously not as noisy and crowded as the slums.

Those who are concerned about their decency still pay attention to etiquette today.

Eros walked forward, found an empty corner and entered the spirit world.

If I continue reading, it will only make me feel upset, so I should finish what I have planned to do as soon as possible.

After gathering the thoughts in his mind, Eros traveled through the spirit world and quickly headed towards the coordinates of a certain address in the spirit world that corresponded to this world.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at No. 17 Marina Boulevard. Looking at the brightly lit villa in front of him, Eros was stunned for a moment, and then he felt relieved.

With such a big thing happening in Haidaram, someone would definitely come to inform them. It would be strange if it was still dark at this time.

Eros reached out and took off the bird-beak mask on his face, tucked it under his armpit, then reached out and rang the doorbell on the outer door leading to the courtyard.

As the doorbell rang from the courtyard, a male servant soon came out.

This male servant obviously knew Eros. When he saw that it was Eros who came to visit late at night, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said to Eros respectfully:

"Wait a moment, Mr. Doyle! I'll go tell my wife to come over and open the door."

"Ah?" To be honest, the servant's answer left Eros stunned for a while.

Why do you need to notify your wife to open the door? Can't you open it yourself?

It’s not like he didn’t know him. After all, his current status in the Haidaram aristocratic circle was that he was the nephew of Horst Morin Milan, so he wasn’t a stranger.

Do you suspect that he is someone else pretending to be him?

But this isn't right. If he suspected that it was an impersonation, how could he have notified Mrs. Horst and asked her to come and open the door in person?

Just when Eros was stunned and puzzled, a blonde lady walked out of the villa towards the gate. It was Selena's mother, Anne's aunt.

The blonde lady walked to the gate, opened it with her hand, and then smiled apologetically at Eros and explained:

"Horst has promised his eldest brother that if you come here in the future, you won't be allowed in. That's why the servants don't dare to open the door for you."

Eros blinked his eyes. Was that ultimate daughter-slave afraid that he would come to find his beloved daughter?

"Then why did you come over to open the door for me, ma'am?" Eros asked with some amusement.

The blonde lady blinked at Eros and said cunningly:

"What does Horst's promise to his eldest brother have to do with me?"

This... is indeed reasonable.

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[QAQ record, this is the ninth day of persisting in updating in the small dark room. ]