The Dean Has Arrived

The Plague Cage, Morag, is located in the south of the eastern plain. Looking down from above, it looks like a basin-shaped pit has been dug on the plain with little undulations.

It's just that the drop between the bottom and the edge of the pit is nearly hundreds of meters.

Perhaps because such measures were not enough, the King's Council even specially allocated funds to erect a white wall called the Wall of Mary on the edge of the pit, which is tens of meters high. The wall was about ten meters thick and was mostly empty inside, where Morag's bodyguards lived.

Also in order to prevent the residents infected with the plague from escaping, there will be an inspection station about every 300 meters in the Wall of Maria, responsible for observing the situation inside at any time, and sending criminals from all over the eastern plains into Mora grid.

This is Inspection Station No. 13.

Originally, this time was the time when the group of guards played cards and chatted—after all, Morag only visited the station once a day in the evening, and there was basically nothing to do at other times, and his work was extremely leisurely.

But now there are a total of 130 guards at Inspection Station No. 13, and they didn't even have a chance to send a distress signal to other inspection stations, so they were all released...

"Professor Franken... is this really all right?"

Looking at the guards scattered all over the ground, foaming at the mouth, Tanis couldn't help asking anxiously.

"Of course there are problems."

Franken, who was changing his clothes, confessed without hesitation: "If the king's council finds out, we will undoubtedly be thrown into a cubic prison."

"Then don't do such a thing!"

A young man from a noble family wants to cry but has no tears.

"Compared to this, Tanis, why don't you change your clothes quickly?" Kamiyu didn't feel guilty about this kind of thing at all. Anyway, he didn't kill the guards, but just made them lose consciousness.

Although it has been decades since the source of the plague was released, neither the Qiyao Mage Tower nor the King's Council has cracked this new type of undead magic.

In fact, after Morag was established as a forbidden area more than ten years ago, and people who were not guilty of death but unforgivable were added to this plague cage, the two families almost stopped investigating the source of the plague. Deciphering the magic - quite a few necromancers are curious about this magic, but they are often run over by several extremely powerful branches of the Pure White Church around Morag before they get close.

However, although the magic cannot be deciphered, and there is currently no effective way to heal the infected (Xi Wei's detoxification crystal is not included), but a certain degree of prevention is still okay. You must know that the inspection site also has regulations to go to Morag for on-the-spot inspections on time. If there is no specific defense method, these guards probably have given up their burdens long ago...

The best preventive method today is the special protective clothing made by the Alchemy Division of the Qiyao Mage Association.

This kind of clothing, which looks a bit like a space suit, has the dual functions of isolating diseases and preventing curses, and after special enchanting, it can also greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the wearer, and is used as a special weapon for guards to patrol Morag. The props couldn't be better.

What Franken and the others did at this time was to put on another protective suit over their own.

It's just that the process is obviously not so smooth.

"Professor... don't you have clothes that are smaller?"

Dorothy angrily threw the pair of white rubber pants that were too bulky no matter how she looked at them, and asked helplessly.

"I really can't wear it...and this helmet is so heavy..." Riddle took off the metal hood, put it on the ground, and said a little dejectedly.

"If that's the case," Franken seemed to be fine. Apart from his relatively thin body, which made the protective suit feel empty, there were basically no problems.

He put on the hood and said in a low voice, "Then one of you hides underneath, one of you sits on his shoulder, and the two of you wear one."

As he spoke, he drew out his wand and tapped it on a few little guys, and the wind element suddenly became active around them, making them feel that their bodies were much lighter.

"While the hood protects against curses, it is also highly resistant to magic. I can't temporarily enchant it to reduce the weight, but this way, you can last at least a few hours."

After Franken finished speaking, he nodded as if he was satisfied with what he had done: "It really is a good idea."

""not good at all! ""

After complaining loudly with a few of his friends, Tanis felt even more powerless.

—Morag? Sage Street? Antique thrift shop——

Claude? Stan pushed open the dilapidated wooden door that exuded a stale smell like the name of the store, strode into the store, and greeted the bald old man sitting behind the counter and wiping a crystal.

"Morning, old Maud." His freckled face showed a hearty smile that was completely different from this lifeless city: "You seem to have gained weight again. How much do you weigh now?"

"Hmph, my weight is as much as my profit." The old man acted like he was white, and put the crystal in his hand back into the box stuffed with sponge.

"Then I wish you success in losing weight early." Claude replied with a smile, then looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there was no one else in the store or outside, he leaned in front of the old man and said in a low voice: " Do you still have the same goods as last time?"

"Stinky boy, you failed to escape and got caught last time, and the old man almost got me cleaned up by those unreasonable guards. What are you doing again this time? Haven't you suffered enough?"

The old man put the box back into the cabinet behind him with a beard and a stare: "If it wasn't for Morag not having the death penalty, you would have been cleaned up for running away so many times."

"Staying in this kind of city is no different from the death penalty." Claude replied without hesitation: "It's just the difference between dying earlier and dying later."

"According to what you said, everyone has been sentenced to death from the moment they are born, just die earlier or later."

The old man also stopped what he was doing, and persuaded Claude: "I said you should live in peace, last time I heard from the windmill guy that the masters in Baicheng told you that if you continue to make trouble like this , those guys in the windmill are going to come forward to kill you... You don’t know Morag, the masters in Baicheng are the biggest, and then the windmill and Heihe cover the sky with one hand. If they really do it, you will die Death in vain."

"I have a reason to go out."

Claude was silent for a while and then his tone became firm again: "My mother said before she died that my father must still be waiting for me in a corner of the world. I must go find him!"

"And then? Live with him?" the old man asked.

"No." Claude smashed his fist: "I want to give him a hard punch!" (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)