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As the days passed, the weather gradually became hotter.

For ordinary civilians, hot weather is a good thing. It is warm, you don't need to wear too many clothes, and it is convenient to work. But for migrants, hot weather is not good. When the weather is hot, people are prone to sweating, fatigue, and illness.

Especially when the weather gets hot, mosquitoes breed and various infectious diseases will become popular. In a dense crowd, once a large-scale infectious disease breaks out, it is simply a disaster.

One day, Akain found Sui Xiong and worriedly told him that there were signs of an outbreak of plague in the aristocratic migration team.

The so-called plague actually refers to an infectious disease that is highly contagious and causes great harm to the human body.

Sui Xiong frowned upon hearing this and asked, "Is the God of Plague coming to join in the fun?"

"I haven't found any trace of Him yet, but He must have noticed it." Akain said, "The current situation is very dangerous. The merchant migration team is better, but the noble migration team is almost like walking on the edge of a cliff. A slight push will smash them to pieces."

"I'm worried... if a plague breaks out, half of them will die!"

At this point, His face was already full of worry.

As a god who tends to be kind and orderly, even if He has a bad relationship with the nobles, He doesn't want to see innocent civilians suffer.

Even if these civilians are the foundation of the nobles, their death will cause great damage to the nobles, it's the same.

A huge difference between good and evil, order and chaos, is the means.

People who "as long as they can win, the means are not a problem" are mostly inclined to evil and chaos. "Something not to do, something must be done" is the characteristic of kindness and order.

Sui Xiong pondered for a while and called for Woer.

Woer, the god of knowledge and culture, is almost the foreign minister of the Void God System. Woer has raised his opinion on this more than once. He said that he can be competent as a thug or a scholar, but he is really not suitable to be a diplomat.

"If it's not you, who is it?" Sui Xiong asked back, "Sanwu (the god of healing)? Akain (the god of medicine)? Sang Baled (the god of literature and art)? Or Damwede (the god of agriculture)?"

Woer was speechless. Compared with him, the four gods are obviously less suitable to be diplomats.

Sanwu is a saw-mouthed gourd. Not to mention speaking all day long, even his expression is rare. Communicating with him is a very difficult thing. You must always pay attention to his subtle expressions to avoid falling into the dilemma of having nothing to say.

Let him be a diplomat? Hehe... Hehehe...

Akain is a technical geek. He is energetic when doing research in the laboratory and beaming with joy when introducing theories and technologies. But when he is asked to negotiate with others, he is either tongue-tied or honest and has nothing to hide. Obviously, he is not suitable to be a diplomat.

Sang Baled is neither silent nor introverted, but he also lacks diplomatic talent - he almost shows his emotions on his face. When negotiating with others, you can tell what he is thinking just by looking at his face.

Such a person is engaged in diplomacy? He is not much better than Akain!

Damwed's situation is better than them, but he is concentrating on sorting out his divine power in order to completely inherit the legacy of the goddess of harvest. He is really inseparable.

After looking around, in the void pantheon, only Vor is suitable to be a diplomat.

He is an old man. Although he dare not say that he does not show his emotions, he at least has certain observation and disguise abilities. And he is really free now, so he has time and energy to engage in diplomacy.

"Please help me contact the God of Plague." Sui Xiong said, "Let's arrange a time and place. I want to meet with Him and have a detailed discussion."

Woer nodded, but did not ask the reason.

In the Pantheon, his incarnation stood up and walked to the God of Plague, who was always half asleep and half awake lying in his seat, as if hibernating.

"Our Majesty wants to meet with you and talk about something." He said bluntly, "Can you spare some time?"

The God of Plague seemed to be asleep, but he was not. Seeing Woer coming over, he did not move on the surface, but he was actually a little worried in his heart - Woer, the god of knowledge and culture, was a diplomat of the Void God System, and the two gods of medical treatment and healing in the Void God System were both the nemesis of the God of Plague.

So when he heard Woer's words, his first reaction was "bad."

Fortunately, He is also an old hand after all. Even though He was nervous, He did not show it on His face. Of course, it is not easy for ordinary people to see the expression on His rotten face.

"Your Majesty the Void Mask is looking for me?" He pretended to have just woken up, opened his eyes, and sat up straight. "What's the matter?"

"No matter what it is, the Pantheon is not a suitable place to discuss it." Woer said.

The God of Plague looked around and found that many gods were paying attention to him. In particular, the gazes from the front row of the Pantheon made Him feel quite threatened.

He nodded and said, "You are right. This is not a good place to talk. But... I really don't think there is anything to talk about between us."

If the whole body was not wrapped in bloody bandages, the god, who seemed to be completely rotten at any time, spread his hands and said indifferently, "There is my nemesis in your pantheon. I really don't want to get too close to you. It makes me feel insecure."

Woer smiled nonchalantly: "When have you ever felt safe? All these years, you have been hiding in that unknown place at all times. When has your real body appeared? Besides, even if it is unsafe, at most you will lose an incarnation. With your accumulation, are you still reluctant to give up a mere incarnation?"

"...I really can't bear to give it up." The God of Plague shook his head, "I am different from you. I don't have many believers. So every bit of my divine power is hard-earned and must be used sparingly. It's too extravagant to waste an incarnation."

"Our Majesty wants to see you." Woer smiled and reiterated, "You can not want to see Him, but are you sure that this will guarantee that you will not see Him?"

His smile became a little gloomy: "Or, you don't like everyone to make an appointment for a time and place to meet peacefully, but want Him to take us to find you in a friendly and detailed way?"

He deliberately emphasized a few of the words, and the threat was evident.

The God of Plague sighed deeply and lowered his head, helpless.