Bride of the Great Demon King

"The secret of the reason why the Plague Cultists can use simple herbal medicine to treat the plague is that they soak their bodies in the blood and pus taken from the sick in advance, so as to feel the characteristics of the plague."

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There was only a small lamp burning in the impenetrable carriage, and the dim yellow light pulled the shadows of the two passengers on the carriage into strange shapes with the shaking of the wheels.

Apart from explaining that a fully enclosed carriage had to be used because the camp of the Epidemic Cultists was full of sick people, Jialan's first prince remained uncharacteristically silent today.

After only one month of supervising the country on behalf of his father, the once plump cheeks of the prince have visibly sunken.Although he still maintains his old demeanor every day, the sadness between his brows becomes heavier every day.Even though all the education and training he had received since he was born was aimed at one day taking over the burden of glory from his father, but when it was really done, His Royal Highness realized how difficult it was.In this country that has fallen into the quagmire of plague, even the king may not be able to order and prohibit it. How to balance the forces of all parties has become the first lesson that the prince needs to learn urgently.

He once thought that Jialan would be a kingdom that would never be conquered, but this disaster made him realize that the greater the empire, the more it cannot stand the upper hand, and it will make mistakes!The young prince receives dozens of proposals from ministers every day. He once struggled painfully between moving the capital and sticking to it, but was pointed out by his mother. Most of the ministers’ opinions were out of consideration for their own interests, while the king Then we should find the road that is really beneficial to the country.

If this wasn't enough to depress the Prince, the news that the person he respects and is closest to is dying puts him in a real dilemma!

Using half of Jialan's treasury to save the king's life, and the other half to exchange the lives of more than 300 million people in the capital, this is the final price offered by the Epidemic Cultists.

The most annoying thing is that he has no right to put the sword of justice around the necks of these greedy people and force them to rescue the king.Because according to the queen, this small but enduring sect secretly possesses a power that even the Church of Light is afraid of.

There is still half a year before the next tax day. If the support of the entire national treasury is lost before then, it is impossible for Jialan to maintain daily expenses.It is a good choice to raise taxes, but in this chaotic moment, a large part of the over-collected taxes will be pocketed by the local nobles, and the anger provoked by the people will eventually fall on the head of the royal family superior.What's more, it is simply impossible to collect taxes in the richest place in the country-the capital of Notrega, and the residents here are unfortunate enough.

So now the only question left is whether to save the king or end this damn plague!

Although emotionally speaking, the young prince would never allow himself to give up the treatment of his loved ones, the strong queen has already conveyed to him the words left by the old king when he was still sane——

Once the plague tends to spread, the highest interests of the kingdom must be considered first, and even if the price is extremely high, the kingdom must be left with fire!

Obviously, the price the old king said also included his own life.

hateful!

But at this moment, he had to be stuck in the narrow and dark carriage, and went to bow his knees to those Epidemic Cultists, which made the prince feel even more aggrieved, and angrily punched the small wooden table.

"I'm sorry, Bairiel, I'm just a little worried." Seeing the blond boy's shoulder tremble slightly, the prince immediately realized that making such a loud noise in the closed carriage would greatly frighten the blind boy, and hurried out apologize.

"fine."

In fact, Bairiel was somewhat grateful that the sound saved him from his pessimistic mood.

It had been a full week since he had seen the Great Demon King, which was almost an unprecedented experience for Bailier.He didn't know what happened, he didn't know if he had a chance to go back, and what made him feel the most painful was that he didn't even know if he really went back, would the Great Demon King be willing to accept the useless him now.

The closer he got to the camp of the Plague Cultists, all kinds of depressing thoughts popped up one after another, making the boy almost want to end his trip with a sudden headache as an excuse.

Show a little demonic courage, and what is lost must be taken back with your own hands!

The boy tightly held the staff across his knees with both hands, raised his head and asked, "Are we there yet?"

Just now, the carriage stopped suddenly.

dong dong dong-

The captain of the guard knocked lightly on the car door: "Your Highness George, the camp of the Plague Cultists has arrived."

Residents who came to seek medical treatment spontaneously formed a long line at the gate of the camp, and when they saw the carriage engraved with the royal emblem approaching, they immediately backed away respectfully.On the contrary, the Epidemic Cultists did not send special personnel to greet the first prince of Jialan.An ordinary believer guarding the tent door told the prince in a hoarse and rigid voice that only two entourages were allowed to enter, which somewhat made the faces of the knights of the royal guard a little stiff.Ignoring the gloomy atmosphere around him at all, the skinny man who wrapped his whole body in a dark brown hooded cloak walked into the tent immediately after speaking, and casually grabbed a handful of herbal shavings from the copper basin at the entrance and sprinkled them on himself. on the skeleton staff.Suddenly, a cloud of pale green light illuminates one end of the passage connected by the continuous tents.

"Follow me, don't touch anything here casually." The prince once again whispered to the people around him.

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

There was a smell of herbs in the tent, not bad but with a faint fishy smell.This place was exceptionally quiet, except for the occasional muffled conversations, only the low moans of the patients in the camp were left from time to time.

"The representative of Jialan's royal family is here." The footsteps of the guide suddenly stopped at a fork in the road.

"The two adults are in the baking room." The young Plague Cultist standing by the road said dryly.

The guide turned in one direction and continued on.

"I really don't understand why you have to come to the door again and again if you can't accept the terms of exchange. The royal family in this country don't think that this kind of thing can be bargained like going to the market to buy things?" When the prince passed by, the young epidemic The believers murmured quietly.

Bairiel felt a slight stiffness in the palm holding him.

Before reaching the so-called "baking room", gusts of hot air are blowing towards us.The prince frowned, and adjusted the angle slightly, so as to shield the young man from the scorching air that smelled like smoky herbs.

"My lord, the representative of Jialan's royal family is here."

"Understood, go back and continue your work!"

"Yes."

Bai Liel couldn't help being surprised by the gentle and melodious baritone voice like spring water.This voice doesn't sound like a Plague Cultist at all!

"What? Don't you think I sound like a plague cultist, my dear little guest of 'Of Darkness'?" Prince George was secretly surprised by the reaction of the young man who also wore a dark brown cloak. Accurately see the boy's thoughts, and even feel that the boy's eyes can't see?

"My name is Trio, and I'm one of the two leaders of this camp." The man, who was also much prettier than ordinary Plague Cultists, had his pupils move slightly the moment he saw the staff in Bairiel's hand. , and then smiled and stretched out his arms to the boy.This point made the prince suspicious again, but in fact he failed to see the boy's disability.

"Briel." The blond boy stretched out his hand without hesitation, and accurately found the other's hand to shake it. The word "belonging to the dark" made his heart skip a beat.Does this person know anything?Could he have any connection with the Great Demon King?

"Good name! Don't worry, when you come here, all your troubles will disappear quickly." With a light palm, Trio seemed to be conveying some kind of hint.

"Sorry, Bailiel didn't come here to seek medical treatment!" Suddenly feeling that the leader of the Epidemic Cultist's smile was too dazzling, His Royal Highness couldn't help frowning, and separated the hand he held with the boy regardless of etiquette.God knows how many deadly plagues this person has!According to the rumors, the Epidemic Cultists are all monsters who use their bodies to experiment with various epidemic diseases!

"Well, we can solve your troubles first, dear His Royal Highness Prince George." Trio shook the prince's hand kindly.

"There is nothing to talk about. The plague has begun to spread, and we will leave here in three days." The man standing at the corner of the tent, looking down at the herbs, suddenly said.His voice was as hoarse as rubbing sand on metal.

"What?" Prince George couldn't help but panic.

"Dear Your Royal Highness, regarding the plague, I think we have more experience than you. It is like this, if the plague starts to spread at an accelerated rate, it means that the toxicity has changed, which is what we usually call the second stage. Notley The city is too big. Once it reaches this stage, the epidemic cannot be controlled by ordinary herbs. In order to avoid unnecessary losses for our people here, we usually retreat a certain distance and wait for the plague to develop to the next stage Think about new countermeasures."

Prince George was taken aback by Trio's explanation: "What is the third stage?"

"Death." The handsome young man spread his hands, "A large area of ​​death. When people are almost dead, the destructive power and contagiousness of the plague will decrease, and then we can take action to clean up the mess. After all, our teachings There is another one, to avoid getting too many innocent people involved in the plague."

"Innocents? Aren't the residents of Notley innocent? How can you just abandon them like this?!"

"Unfortunately, Your Highness's understanding is slightly different from ours. In our teachings, the lives of believers who have converted are the first objects to be protected. Since they were born in the center of the plague by accident, the residents of Notley only I can accept their fate. What's more..." The handsome man raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it you who gave up on them first, dear prince? In short, after three days, all the conditions we put forward before will be automatically invalidated. Your Highness, please think about it carefully!"

"You!" Prince George wished he could pierce the mouth that spit out vicious words with a sword.

"Now, our dear little guest, can you tell me what troubles you have?" Trio seemed to have lost interest in His Royal Highness whose face was flushed, and Trio turned to Bairiel again with a smile.