Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 483 483. Plague The Will of the Gods

Kassandra needs to concentrate on dealing with the One-Eyed Man, while Phob's commission about the plague is taken over by Lan.

At this point in the task assignment, Lan accepted it quickly.

It's not long since I arrived in another world. If I can do something to save people, it's better than having to start killing people without knowing why.

Now that he had a goal, Lan En immediately took action.

The island of Cephalonia is not that big, and Lan En does not yet have enough local currency, which is the drachma that circulates from the city of Athens, to buy a mount.

But with the efficiency of his daily activities using [Light Body Technique], he arrived at Cavusos very quickly.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

As soon as he arrived at the edge of the village, Lan En couldn't help but make the sound of squeezing teeth.

"Their actions are really quite big."

A departure from the typical Aegean environment on the island of Kefalonia.

There are no traces of bright wildflowers, wild olive trees, or lemon trees.

Low shrubs and lichens have disappeared, leaving bare surface soil and traces of charred ash.

It seems that the black smoke produced by burning too many things has covered the sky above Kausos, and even the bright sunshine of the Aegean Sea looks dark and gloomy here.

After hearing Furbo's brief description, Lan En imagined what he might encounter when he came to this village.

The worst case scenario is that he saw a group of confused and desperate patients. These people were praying towards the statues of the gods or simply praying to the sky. But other than that, they had no medical knowledge or medical methods, and were under the fear of the plague. Running around.

Now, although the scene in front of him looks decadent and gloomy, it is not bad as Lan En expected.

——This village and town has been 'cleaned up' by some people who have some medical knowledge.

In ancient Greece, where knowledge was unclear and developed, this kind of ‘cleansing’ was neither gentle nor merciful.

But this is how human settlements fight plague.

Isolate infected people to ensure safety for the wider population and region.

"It seems that ancient Greece, at least the island of Cephalonia, did have a group of people who knew something about medicine."

Lan En muttered to himself.

Mentos echoed.

"Yes sir, at least the sanitary conditions of the human settlements on this island are better than many cities in the magical world. At least we won't step on excrement other than livestock feces when walking on the road."

Lan En shook his head silently. Mentos's words aroused his ability to associate, and some pictures that were definitely not good emerged.

Cavusos is not that big either. On the charred land, about a few rows of houses were burned black.

Most of the civilian houses in ancient Greece were made of mud and stone. The small amount of wooden structure in the house was even the most valuable part of the house.

Because the land in the archipelago is fragmented and lacks fertility, the wood that grows to a certain size is a high-value commodity.

Even when most house owners are moving or escaping, they will choose to dismantle the wooden door of their home and run away with their most valuable belongings.

But in the burning wreckage of Cavusos, these valuable wood were also burned.

It's like the person who set the fire doesn't care or dare to care about these things at all. He just wants the flames to devour everything on this land as soon as possible.

There is a small temple in the village, but now only the ruins are left due to the fire.

The corpses of dozens and hundreds of people were burned into charcoal and piled up in the temple. The segmented marble columns were also scattered into cylinders, which were burned black.

Lan En walked into the temple silently, squatted down and looked at the shapes of the teeth and fingers of the charred corpses.

"There were no signs of struggle or pain. At least the people who burned them gave them a good time before lighting them."

Burning alive is one of the most painful ways to die.

The young man stood up and quietly walked out of the temple.

His cat's eyes shrank in the black smoke, and the witcher's extraordinary senses were activated.

Suddenly, he caught the last sound of this small village, and Lan En followed the sound and moved closer there.

In front of a two-story building blackened by flames, there was a family of four civilians and three armed men.

The family of four, two men and two women, all wore long linen skirts that exposed half of their shoulders. They were now kneeling on the ground, begging towards the three armed men.

Of the three armed men, two had spears in their hands, bronze daggers on their waists, and metal helmets on their heads.

The other leader was wearing a black robe with a hood, carrying a spear and a bow and arrow.

When faced with a family of four begging on their knees, the armed men did not show the slightest bit of arrogance or cruelty.

Instead, they were frustrated.

"If the gods don't save you, we'll have to kill the disease ourselves! There's no other way for us!"

The leader in black robe painfully explained the current situation to the family of four.

The two children saw Lan En walking over blankly, and they began to cry for help to the witcher.

The man in black robe just turned around and glanced at Lan En, who was walking over, and then turned back. There was no sign of using force, nor did he mean to stop the family from talking.

The man in the family of four seemed to see hope in despair.

He shouted loudly: "Save us! Good Samaritans! Save us!"

"He, they killed my neighbors! My friends! They killed everyone here! Then they piled the bodies into the temple and burned them!"

The man's wife also added tremblingly: "I, we escaped the massacre! But now they are going to execute us!"

Lan En frowned and nodded, indicating that he heard it, and then turned to ask the man in black robe.

"Who are you? What's happening here?"

Lan En's question was not beyond the expectations of the man in black robe. He had no intention of hiding anything, he just narrated the experiences of this village and town in a low voice.

"I am a priest of the local temple, they are the guardians of the temple, and we are all people who worship the gods."

"Kavusos has been suffering from a plague since some time ago. People kept dying, and the plague kept spreading. Until finally, we had to intervene!"

"The gods have abandoned us. If we want to save the living, the sick must die!"

"So these..." Lan En calmly pointed to the ashes behind him, "are they all done by you local priests?"

The priest glanced at Lan En in slight surprise.

"You are calmer than I thought, mercenary."

"Yes, we burned the whole village and killed all the sick before burning it. There was nothing else we could do."

The priest's voice was full of pain.

"We have spent several days and nights trying to please the gods, praying, making offerings, everything! But it was all in vain, so we had to use fire to drive away the blood fever."

"I can see that you have a heart that wants to help others, otherwise you wouldn't stop in front of this sight. But mercenaries."

The priest wiped his face with both hands in pain and sighed.

"It's useless, kindness is useless in front of the plague! There's nothing you can do, mercenary! This is the decision of the gods!"

"And if you want to stop us, then we will defend the determination of the gods with our lives!"

After the priest finished speaking, the two guards behind him involuntarily clenched the spears in their hands and stared at the tall and strong Lan En.

On one side are the begging survivors of the plague, and on the other are the local priests who want to curb the spread of the plague even if they risk their lives. It seems that as long as either side is chosen, the other side will die.

Lan En, who was at the scene, nodded calmly.

"I understand, it's the will of the gods, right?"

"[Igni]!"

There was a muffled sound of 'bang', and on Lan En's extended left hand, a small flame was burning quietly.

Suddenly, everyone present could not help but open their mouths wide, looking at the flames floating out of thin air on the palms of their hands.

"Now, let's talk about the 'will of the gods' again, sacrifice."

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