Dancing is not allowed on the grave

[Unlocked Epic Follower: Wolf King]

[Description: The leader of the werewolf tribe, with stronger commanding power than combat power, you can use him to dispatch the entire wolf tribe to fight for you. 】

[Added follower that can be dispatched, and can be managed by clicking on the follower interface. 】

On the parchment, most of Nathaniel's territory was shrouded in mist, only the remains of the dragon, the remains of the volcano and the road in the middle were lit up, and even the part that had been lit up was a vast expanse of white, only the middle forest showed The green top cover, dotted with purple berry patterns, shows that it is ready for gathering.

Searle opened the portable store, bought a batch of saplings and other green plant seedlings and gave them to the wolf king before taking Tiffany to Augustine.

As soon as she passed the border crossing, she saw Nancy sitting on a bench beside her in disgrace, as if she was waiting for them to come out on the only way.

The bard drooped his head at this moment, and seemed to have no energy, and he didn't even notice when they came up to him.

Syl patted him on the shoulder, and Nancy raised her head, "Ah, you're here."

From Nancy, Seale roughly understood the current situation.The town they stayed in also had a corpse plague outbreak. Judging from the available information, half of Augustine's town had already fallen.

Because of the outbreak of corpse plague, Nan Xi was trapped there for a long time, and finally found a horse. As soon as she rode it out of the city, she found that the horse was also infected with the virus.

Fortunately, being a dragon, Nancy's resistance is very strong and she was not infected, but he was so scared that he didn't dare to look for other means of transportation all the way, and he couldn't change back to his real body, so he had to spend his magic power and use wind element magic to support himself to the place Border, wait here for Seale and Lancelot to come back.

When he rode the wind and passed above the town, he saw that the road was full of infected people and undead, and he was afraid that he would fall inadvertently and be torn to pieces by them.

"That scene is really..." Nancy shuddered, touching the goose bumps on her arms that didn't exist.

Even if he didn't describe it, Seale could imagine it, probably no different from the movie screen in "Resident Evil".

They have gathered all the materials needed to prepare the antidote, but—— Syl was worried that he could control the epidemic, but he could not solve the source of the corpse epidemic.

Even if they cured the infected with the antidote, as long as Grezel continues to create the virus, the disaster will never stop, and even Tiffany's blood regeneration speed may not be as fast as the outbreak of the corpse plague.

It is always easier to destroy than to repair.

"Your Highness, you don't have to worry." Lancelot put the bag containing the cinder grass on the bench. "If I'm not mistaken, Grezel created this disaster just to lure you out."

When he was in the black market on the border of Ferdinand, the priest of the Holy See once mentioned that His Majesty the Pope was disturbed after seeing a crow at the top of the temple, and he used astrology for divination in retreat.

They all guessed that the sleeping devil was about to wake up, but as far as Lancelot knew, the crow was a symbol of the evil god before Isabella's time.

From ancient times to the present in Losra Continent, there are only three people who are stronger than Grezel: Isabella, the unknown god, and His Royal Highness Prince Nathaniel.

If only one of them returned to Lothra, Grezel might still be able to sit safely on the throne of the temple, but after his first failed astrology, the dragon appeared immediately-although related All the recorded ancient books have been destroyed by him, but Grezel himself clearly remembers that the mount of the little prince Nathaniel is a giant dragon.

At that time, the male and female dragons living in the Dragon Mountain Range followed His Royal Highness to conquer the evil gods and never came back. The other was killed by Nathaniel himself in order to protect the palace of Nathaniel.

Grezel didn't know that there was a dragon egg hidden in the cave, so in his opinion, the appearance of the dragon meant that the prince had also returned.

His Majesty the Pope finally couldn't sit still.

Originally, with the current influence of the Holy See of Holy Light, he only needs to create a small-scale corpse epidemic every hundred years or so to consolidate the belief in the Goddess of Light, and then he can sit in the rear and enjoy supreme honor and power.

But now he can only give up his old-age life in the holy city, and go to various places in Augustine to create disasters, hoping to draw out his old enemies who don't know where he is hiding.

The god Grezel is not clear, but His Royal Highness Prince Nathaniel will never sit idly by.

The fact is as he expected.

"Grizell's purpose is not to destroy the Augustinian Empire. If there are no believers, the power of the Holy See will cease to exist. So he will not keep creating corpses. I am afraid that if His Highness does not take action, in the end Grezel himself It will also create the miracle of the Goddess of Light to relieve this disaster."

It's just that by then, the death toll may rise to a terrible number, which is not what Seale wants to see.

"We can create a miracle according to his antidote formula to cure the corpse plague. After getting the information, Grezel will definitely rush to the town where the miracle appeared to investigate the situation."

At present, Syl's combat effectiveness is far from being restored to its peak state, and Lancelot can't win against Grezel, so they finally decided to hand over this glorious mission to Nancy - he will create miracles in various places in Augustine, attracting Grezel's attention, to buy time for Syl to regain his combat power in the dungeon by "killing monsters and leveling up".

Although she still didn't fully understand what Lancelot was talking about, Nancy understood the most important point - she had to be a coolie, and it was not just a labor of moving bricks, she even needed to play hide-and-seek with His Majesty the Pope .

"What a glorious mission, this is obviously the most difficult task?"

Syl raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, with the intention of entrusting him with a heavy responsibility, "When we go back, we will tell Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire that it was you who saved her country."

"..." Nancy was silent for a moment, her Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Then, you must praise my heroic feat with Melotti? How about I compose a hymn of the dragon for myself right now..."

Lancelot opened his pocket watch and glanced, "Your Highness, it's time for us to find a quiet place to prepare the antidote."

Syl nodded in agreement, and the two left Nancy in tacit agreement and walked to a small hotel not far away.

Nancy: "...Don't go, how are you going to praise me with Melody?"

No matter how you look at these two, they don't look like people who can blow rainbow farts. Is there really no problem without his guidance?

Sil stopped walking as if remembering something, and turned around.

Nancy's eyes lit up, and she was about to speak...

"Tiffany, follow us closely, don't get lost."

The girl wearing a huge cloak who had been standing next to her nodded and followed quickly.

Nancy: "..."

Although he was left out in the cold, but thinking that this beauty was with him, the amorous bard cheered up again, trotted up to Syl and asked, "Why is there another little beauty? Where did she get it? "

Searle pondered for a moment, touched his chin and replied, "This is Mr. Lancelot's niece, Tiffany."

"Niece?" Nancy looked at Lancelot and then at Tiffany.

The howling wind at the border tugged at the girl's cloak, and the cloth that was close to her body outlined curves. Under the brim of the hat was an unforgettable beautiful face, and her long silver-white hair fell down around her neck.

Although Lancelot is more like her brother than her uncle, judging from the stunningness of their faces, there is indeed some kind of blood relationship.

Nancy accepted the connection at once, and graciously called out to Lancelot also: "Uncle!"

Lancelot: "..."

After Nancy recognized her relatives, she slipped to the back to greet Tiffany.

"Miss Tiffany, how old are you? Where do you live? Have you found someone?"

Tiffany has never been out of Nathaniel, and she has mostly faced animals and orcs in the snow-capped mountains since she was a child.She crossed the border and came to the outside world. When she saw strange streets and shops, she felt a little scared at first. When Nancy asked her questions like a cannonball, she couldn't react for a while, so she had a stress reaction. The hands in the cloak stretched out. Sharp animal claws came out, and the tail that was transformed into a blindfold also protruded from behind.

She controlled and did not attack, but the keen wind elemental mage noticed something strange.

"?" A question mark appeared above Nancy's head, "Are you an orc?"

The niece is an orc, so doesn't that mean Lancelot is too?

"So Lancelot, you..." He walked around to the front, "You really are a werewolf, right?"

For the sake of Nancy's important mission, Lancelot didn't argue with him.

"What breed? Snow wolf? Jackal? Shepherd dog?" Nancy looked at Tiffany's paws and tail, and shook her head, "I've been in Nathaniel for so many years, but I've never seen such an orc. Could it be—— "

He had a bold idea, "A brand new hybrid?!"

"hiss--"

The slobbering bard was scratched by the paw of the angry fox girl into a painted cat.

"My handsome face—you are responsible for me, Miss Tiffany."

"Hiss—it hurts, stop scratching, you are a purebred werewolf, and I am a hybrid chameleon..."

On the way back to the hotel, Nancy was clearly cleaned up by Tiffany, and she didn't dare to speak flirtatiously again.Lancelot watched coldly and nodded imperceptibly.

In this way, he can rest assured that Tiffany will follow Nancy.

Tiffany's serum is needed to treat the corpse plague, and a one-time preparation may not be enough. If necessary, blood must be collected at any time.

Before leaving Nathaniel, the wolf king gave Tiffany the spear made of ashes for self-defense. In addition, she was not weak in combat, and she and Nancy also had mutual support.

The four went upstairs along the hotel's escalator. Lancelot took off the space talisman and handed it to Tiffany. "This talisman can be used to teleport once a day. If you encounter danger, you can use it to escape."

Tiffany took the silver rhombus pendant and carried it up to the air to look at it, the flickering light of space elements reflected in her blue eyes.

She likes shiny things.

The orc girl thanked her happily, her voice clear and crisp: "Thank you uncle!"

Syl's eyelids twitched.

When he and Lancelot entered the room, Searle closed the door with one hand, and then asked in a low voice, "Mr. Housekeeper, don't you feel that being called 'Uncle' instantly makes you look ten years older?"

Lancelot was opening a bag full of ashes, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "I'm not young?"

"Your Highness." Lancelot reminded him, "I am over 1000 years old."

"..." Syl thought about it carefully, and it was true, Lancelot and the Pope were the same age.

As for himself, since he has not recovered the memory of his previous life for the time being, he is not willing to admit that he is an older youth, so let's calculate according to the number of years he lived in the original world.

Syl touched his chin, "So, I can also call you uncle... No, it's fine to call you grandpa."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lancelot said, "You can call on the bed."