1462 Question and Answer

The people flooded to the manor with the mini tower like the rising tide.

With the patients heavily infected by the plague as witnesses, the others quickly joined the fray and searched for the ones responsible for the plague.

Never underestimate the power of unity, even in commoners.

The united power will always exceed expectations.

A mere half an hour later, the subordinates of the wandering doctor were all caught.

They were brought before Kieran, but they were smart enough not to spill the beans.

"We were all taking orders from the doctor! This has nothing to do with us! Please believe us, Your Majesty!"

Under the furious gaze of the angry mob, the apprehended strangers cried out loud, tears and snot rolling down their cheeks.

Kieran subtly kept away his hand. Since the beginning, he had stood there and never moved a muscle.

As for the apprehended men?

The patients jumped on them and drowned them in an instant.

Luphus couldn't help but shake his head. His persuasion would mean nothing now.

They really had a death wish by committing such horrendous acts.

These kinds of evildoers couldn't be saved, they weren't worth it.

They were the ones responsible for spreading the plague.

Of course, Luphus reserved his opinion about the mastermind, the wandering doctor, Ager.

The 'wise man' couldn't believe… or rather, he believed that the doctor must have other accomplice in this.

As for who? The answer was obvious.

Unconsciously, Luphus turned to Kieran, wanting to say something, but when he raised his head, he realized Kieran had vanished from the spot without him knowing at all.

A short second later, Luphus couldn't hold back his sigh anymore.

"Since you've committed it, you must have the resolution to bear the consequences," he mumbled.

...

"Damn it!"

The lord of Gordor was striding towards the secret passage.

He never thought his plan would fall short just on the verge of success, or that the demigod would react so quickly.

"You think you've succeeded? I'm telling you, this is just the beginning! As long as I drink this… I can still turn things around!"

Until the very last moment, the lord of Gordor couldn't care less.

He didn't care about his ally's suggestion that they leave together.

He was the lord of Gordor! How could he leave his own land?!

This place was his property! Everything here belonged to him!

He was king!

He was God here!

Dak Dak Dak!

He rushed into the secret room through the passageway, not caring about the panicking soldiers, but when he reached inside…

He saw a figure taking big gulps from the beaker and drinking the concoction like water.

"Aaaaaargh!"

The lord shouted frantically, drawing a sword from his waist and jumping on the figure.

Bang!

The figure didn't even turn around, instead delivering a backward kick at the lord's chest. The lord of Gordor was sent flying backwards, falling down on the ground, his sword falling out of his hand.

"Stop! That's mine! Mine!"

He wasn't concerned about the pain in his chest, continuing to shout like a madman.

The figure couldn't care less about his cries. Instead, he drank the concoction quicker than before, as if he was drinking a tasty beverage.

When the figure licked the last drop of the concoction from the beaker, he mumbled "T-Tasty."

As the figure stuttered in a blurry voice, he turned around and allowed the lord to see his face.

"Ryan!"

The lord widened his eyes out of shock and hatred, calling out the name.

He couldn't believe Ryan was the one who drank the potion that he had been preparing for so long.

The secret room had all sorts of secret formation, set up specifically targeted towards divine beings. Even the God of Mercy couldn't find this place in the past, so how did a demigod find it?

And how did he drink the potion just like that?

The potion was no doubt powerful, but the steps of consuming it were extremely complicated, even more so since it required a special guiding herb, which the lord carried with him at all times.

"Impossible! Impossible! This is all lies!"

Unable to accept the fact that he had lost, the lord staggered forward, towards the funnel-shaped container in the middle. Before he truly reached the container that contained the gray bubbling liquid, Gluttony broke it with a single punch.

The gray liquid and its rumbling bubbles gushed out instantly.

Gluttony dipped his finger into the gray liquid and put it into his mouth.

His face instantly cramped together.

"Ugh! Disgusting."

Gluttony turned around, wanting to leave after the tasting.

"Save me!" screamed the lord as he regained his senses.

The lord of Gordor had gotten splashed by the gray liquid, finally getting infected by the Plague of Decay, and was in agony.

As a matter of fact, even the guards outside the secret room had gotten infected after sniffing in the smell of the liquid; they were screaming for help.

Since Kieran had ordered Gluttony to not eat people, he didn't even bat an eye at the suffering crowd. He walked out of the secret room, going through the passage and returning to the surface. He then slowly closed the door with the isolation magic circle on it, thus silencing the horrible screams.

Gluttony saw some of the gray gas seeping out from the seams. Taking a big breath and sucking all the gas into his mouth, he opened the door into a small seam and spat all the disgusting gas back into the house.

In fact, the gas inside the house that had tried to get out was blown back into the passageway too.

Bang!

The door was closed again.

This time, Gluttony didn't stop and vanished on the spot.

...

Dak Dak Dak Dak!

A horse was galloping quickly, the Wandering Doctor Ager leaving Gordor Land as fast as possible.

When the town behind him was far enough that it looked like a black spot in his sight, the kind looking young man heaved a long breath.

He knew it would fail, but not this badly .

Once he thought about his subordinates that he had recruited through many efforts, all dead in this mission, the kind looking young man showed sinister emotions on his face.

The loss of his men was heavy, but the biggest lost was his current identity, which was completely destroyed.

"I have to change my face again!"

With that thought in his mind, when the young man passed a lush green forest, he jumped off the horse and landed in the bushes.

He couldn't escape all the way on horse, the tracks of the hooves too obvious.

'Chase it! Go chase the running horse! Run, bring the pursuers far away from me!'

As the doctor sang the words like a poem, the horse, who had paused for a moment, galloped faster and went further away.

Ager finally heaved a long breath, watching the horse disappear.

The next moment, however, his breathing was cut off, because his neck was squeezed hard by a palm.

More precisely, by Kieran's palm.

"Can you tell me where you came from?" Kieran asked in a fairly light voice, smiling.