Flillian, I want to live.

"What do you mean by 'also'?"

Guter turned around and asked in confusion.

"The monks of the church were also attacked. Judging from the wounds on their bodies, they were left behind by a large number of rats."

Erica, who followed closely behind, explained the reason for Xu Turk.

In fact, in the previous church, Erica realized that it was done by rats when she saw the monk's horrible body for the first time.

Because she had seen corpses exactly like this one in her village that was destroyed by the plague.

"Monk... So, it seems these rats are attacking humans with magical powers?"

Guter pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then made a bold guess.

"First, monks and magicians will die tragically at home, followed by a large-scale plague outbreak, and the entire town will become hell..."

Erica opened her mouth and spoke as an eyewitness about the disaster that was about to happen again.

"The Plague of Mad Rat... I once read about this legend in a book, but I never thought it would be true."

Philen, who was standing by, also added to Erica's remarks with a serious expression.

"Hurry up and pack your things. The sooner we leave, the better."

Erica turned her head and spoke to Monica, who was at a loss, in a commanding tone.

"That's right. It seems that this attack isn't directed at us. If that's the case, it's better to leave this troubled place as soon as possible."

Gutel agreed with Erica's suggestion. Although the rat attack just now was indeed scary, after realizing that the people in this hotel were not easy to deal with, it seemed that someone controlled the rats to retreat on their own initiative.

"How can this be possible!"

However, Hugh Turk did not support Guter's decision this time.

"Hugh Tark, I know this choice is very sad, but among us, only Miss Erica can be considered half a monk. Even if we stay, we will be powerless against this invisible plague that kills people."

Guter spread his hands and analyzed the situation for Hugh Turk from a rational perspective.

"Can……"

Xuturk clenched his fists. Although he had only met most of the people in this city once, he could not turn a blind eye to the life and death of these people.

"The only way to save this town is to have the church send a large number of monks. Wouldn't it be more helpful for us to seek help from the outside world instead of staying here?"

Guter interrupted Hugh Turk and spoke to him in a statement tone.

"Lord Xiutalk, Lord Gutel didn't say anything... ahem..."

Philen opened her mouth. She originally just wanted to smooth things over between the two of them, but she didn't expect that before she could say a few words, her throat felt itchy and she started coughing violently.

"Phelan?"

Sensing something was wrong, Gutel asked Philen in a tentative tone.

"I, I just feel a little dizzy..."

Philen stretched out his hand, wanting to show that he was fine, but he suddenly felt dizzy. The whole world started spinning and his feet became unstable.

"Phelan!"

Xutalk rushed over quickly and hugged Philen in his arms at the moment she was about to fall.

"Lord Huttark... obscene..."

In Shuttark's arms, Philen mumbled in a daze.

"Don't worry about it at this time..."

Xu Tark looked helplessly at Philen who was resting his head on his chest.

In the guest room on the second floor.

Philen was carried up by Hugh Tark and placed on the bed without having time to tidy up the miscellaneous items on it.

"Well……"

Fulilian first touched Philen's forehead with her hand, then leaned over and touched Philen's forehead with her forehead.

"So hot..."

Fulilian turned her head and looked at Gutel beside her.

"Do you have a fever?"

Gutel looked at Philen's cheeks, which were as red as ripe apples, and spoke with some trouble.

"I brought the water."

Hugh Tark, who had just put Philen on the bed, rushed into the room hurriedly with fresh water just drawn from the well in the yard.

"This child has never been sick since he was little. I didn't expect that he would be infected so quickly this time."

Guter shook his head, took out the towel from the bucket, wrung it dry, and then applied it to Philen's burning forehead.

"Is this the right time to talk about this? Erica, can you treat Fearon?"

Xutark gave Gutel a reproachful look, then turned back to look at Erica who was standing in front of the door and was unwilling to come in.

"This is an infectious disease. I'm a combat-focused monk, and the healing spells I've learned are mostly for dealing with external injuries. Advanced healing spells like those that can cure plagues are beyond my ability to perform."

Erica looked worriedly at the three people who were still in close contact with Philen, and then explained helplessly.

"You don't need to treat her. All you need is for you to use the goddess magic that identifies the symptoms on Philen."

At this moment, Fulilian raised her head and said, showing a rare look of a reliable adult woman.

"No treatment is needed? What's the point of just identifying the symptoms?"

Erica asked back in confusion.

"Uh-huh……"

At this time, Fulilian jumped onto the bed and rummaged through the junk-like items that she had taken out of her suitcase and had not had time to sort out. Then, a smug smile appeared on her face.

"This is it."

Freelian grabbed the yellowed notebook and displayed it in front of the group like Doraemon showing off a prop.

"what is this?"

Erica tilted her head, still not sure what Fulilian was thinking.

"This notebook contains knowledge about medicinal herbs. It was left to me by Haita before he passed away. He said it was the future of human medicine and told me to keep it safe..."

Fulilian smiled and introduced the origin of the notebook to several people.

"Will you keep it safe?"

Guter looked at the notebook in Fulilian's hand, which was tattered and seemed to have been soaked in water, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

Chapter 133 People can't live without water

"Yes, I have a prescription for treating and relieving similar symptoms... Well, these herbs should be available nearby."

After receiving Erica's diagnosis, Freellian quickly found the corresponding prescription in the notes left by Haita. She raised her head and thought for a moment, and quickly made a judgment based on her years of travel experience.

“Is this prescription really reliable?”

Erica looked at the tattered notes in Fulilian's hand. She had never heard that the plague could be cured by herbs, so she couldn't help but feel a little skeptical.

"This is what Haita left for me."

To this, Fulilian's answer was simple and confident.

"In that case, let's go pick the herbs you need."

Looking at Philen on the bed with flushed cheeks and increasingly rapid breathing, Xu Tark urged Fulilian.

"That's right, Philen. Wait for me. We'll go find the materials for making medicine."

Fulilian held Philen's hand with both of hers, and a rare gentle and reliable expression appeared on her face.

"Lady Fulilian, I'm not a child anymore..."

Philen felt a little embarrassed when he saw Fulilian, whom he usually took care of, comforting him like a child.

"Is that so? Yeah... Anyway, we'll be back soon."

Fulilian put Philen's hand back on the bed, then stood up, tilted her head and smiled reassuringly.

"Um……"

Philen looked at Fulilian who had made a promise to her, took a deep breath, and hummed.

"I'll leave Philen in your care. You shouldn't be infected with the plague, right?"

Fulilian turned her head to look at Gutel beside her and said something with a hint of meaning.

"That's not necessarily true..."

Gutel curled her lips, knowing that the other party was hinting at her identity as a demon, and she showed a somewhat troubled expression.

"Anyway, I'll leave it to you."

However, Fulilian ignored Gutel's complaints and bluntly handed the task of taking care of Philen to Gutel.

"Tsk... Got it."

Gutel clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then reached out and took the towel off Philen's forehead, put it back in the bucket to wet it, wrung it dry, and put it back on Philen's head.

"Then we'll be off, Hugh Tark."

Fulilian turned to Hugh Tark who was waiting for her.

"Ah."

Hugh Tark nodded and followed Fulilian out of the room.

"It's really worrying, Philen."

After the two left, Gutel sat down on the edge of Philen's bed and unconsciously held Philen's hand.

"Feel sorry……"

Philen narrowed his eyes and muttered.

"But then again, since it's an epidemic, I'm afraid this city won't be peaceful tonight."

Gutel turned his head and looked out the window. Since the disease progressed so rapidly in Philen, the same thing might be happening to the residents of this town.

"Lord Gutel!"

Just as Gutel was lamenting the unfortunate fate of the city, Xutalk, who had just followed Fulilian to collect medicinal herbs, suddenly ran back in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Hugh Tark?"

Guter looked at the out-of-breath Hugh Tark, blinked, and asked in confusion.

"I was thinking about something earlier."

Hugh Turk grabbed the door frame with his hands and mustered up the courage to speak to Guter.

"You said."

Guter spread out his hands and pretended to listen attentively.

"Don't diseases need a medium to spread?"

Although Hugh Turk usually looks like a rather careless person, he is actually a very observant guy.

"I asked the elderly man who suddenly fell ill in the square, and he said he felt unwell shortly after drinking water from the well next to the square."

Hugh Turk shared with Guter the information he had heard earlier.

"Well water? Go on."

Gutel turned his head to look at the clear water that had just been thrown by Xutark, and said thoughtfully.

"I didn't think much of it at first, but when I walked into the hotel lobby, I suddenly remembered something - Philen, did you drink the water from the well in the backyard after you came back to the hotel?"

Hugh Tark then ran to Fearon's bedside and asked him in an uncertain tone.

"Well water?"

Fearon dazedly repeated the key words mentioned by Hugh Tark.