Let time go back to the Iron Axe Tavern half a day ago.

"Sorry, I don't drink." St. George refused to drop the ale that Civee pushed over, and then asked curiously: "What you just said is the rumor?"

"It is said that people who are injured by the plague zombies will also be infected and become members of the zombies."

Sivi took back the wooden cup, took a sip, and then frowned.

He finally discovered that the mythical era was not as good as the future generations... The winemaking technology here is so poor.

So he raised his hand and called the bartender: "Give me a glass of juice and a glass of honey milk."

In later generations, it has become common sense to be infected with the plague if you are injured by a plague. When some militiamen are injured by zombies in the cemetery while performing their mission, regardless of whether the other party is a plague or not, they will go to the church of Pure White Church and spend a few silver coins to buy a small jar of holy water to clean the wound. The facts have proved that this is very effective in preventing the plague caused by zombies.

However, the Pure White Church in the Mythical Age still doesn't know where it is. Even if Savi really dug them out, God knows if they have the technology to make holy water now.

Regardless of the high-level holy water that requires the blood of the saint, the manufacturing process of low-level holy water is not simple. Otherwise, so many amazing alchemists in the mythological era would have been made long ago, and it would not be the turn of the specialty of the Pure White Church...

"..." St. George didn't answer, but just sighed.

This guy is so good at lying, he writes everything he thinks on his face.

Xiwei sighed in her heart.

It would be great if the old foxes in later generations could be so simple.

After a while, after his juice was delivered, St. George whispered: "Can we change the topic?"

His voice was full of bitterness, which made Siwei completely unable to think of the young man who was so angry that he dared to kill the dragon with him six years ago.

"It's an extraordinary time. If the news of 'If you are injured, you will become a zombie' is leaked all over the street, it will definitely affect morale. So the command center should try to block the news secretly... For example, silence all infected people."

Sivi took a sip of his honey milk and nodded with satisfaction: "I think, with your personality, there is definitely no way to do such a thing, right?"

St. George, who was told by Sevi, could only continue to remain silent.

Six years have allowed this once passionate boy to grow up gradually. After knowing that many times, even if he doesn't agree, he can only compromise with reality.

"This is necessary for the final battle...I understand very well...but I just can't..."

St. George hugged his head in pain.

“I understand very much.”

Sivi nodded, then patted his shoulder: "So should I just do it with me?"

"What?"

St. George's mind didn't turn around.

"I want to treat those infected. Are you willing to help?"

Sivi looked at him and said word by word.

"Really? Is there a way to treat those people!" The young knight showed an expression of incomparable surprise on his face.

"There is no way to be 100% sure, so the experiment is needed."

Sivi naturally wouldn't be full of words, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "So what about your answer?"

"If you can really do it, even if I hand over my resignation to the Knights immediately!"

St. George knocked on his breastplate, making a banging sound.

"This is not a matter of handing out resignation. You also know that the top leaders are pursuing infected people now. If we want to help those people, they will inevitably be in opposition to the top leaders. Are you really willing to abandon your bright future and become a thorn in the other party's side and even become a wanted criminal?"

Sivi said seriously.

"I'll confirm it first." St. George also looked stern and asked seriously: "You really don't have any other bad ideas to treat those people - such as fighting for power and profit with the current top leaders, right?"

"I can swear about this that from now on, I will never do anything that is unfavorable to humanity."

Xiwei drew a circle on the table, and countless inscriptions of oaths appeared faintly inside. He took out a knife, scratched his fingers, squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped into the magic circle, and completed the oath.

"In that case, I can also swear to the glory of the knight."

St. George regardless of the surprise expression of the guests around him, raised his infamous fire: "Before you betray human beings, I will definitely do my best to help you, become your sword blade and fulfill all your dreams!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, then sweared.

——Separation line—

This is the dark world.

Heisen Ingney Hill stood in it, a little confused.

Suddenly he seemed to hear the sound of gurgling water coming from behind him.

Turning around, a surging river appeared in front of him.

Then he immediately noticed that his subordinates and partners were on the other side, as if they were planning to move forward there.

"Really, don't leave your master!" He sighed. He lifted up his battle robe and planned to flow across the river, catch up with them, and scold them as well as usual.

"Don't come here!"

At this time, his former best brother, his left and right hands as the deputy general, shouted loudly across the river: "Boss, don't cross the river! You are not yet on the way to cross the river!"

"What don't cross the river, what are you talking about..."

Heisen responded impatiently.

"Boss, think about what happened before!" the figure continued to shout, his voice a little anxious.

What happened before?

Ah, by the way. He received orders from senior officials to clear out a large number of zombies that appeared in the territory, but because the number of enemies was much more than reported, although he won the hard battle, almost everyone was injured after the war.

Just as they returned to the city, a knights seemed to have attacked them because they mistakenly believed they were zombies...

Everyone except him was dead.

After that, in order to get people's recognition again, he returned to his hometown and began to hunt demons everywhere, wanting to let the people in the city understand that he had not become a walking zombie...

But if you think about it now, the demons he hunted seemed a little strange...

"Boss, you seem to have already remembered it." Opposite, his former best brother smiled: "Then I should leave too."

"Wait, where are you going!" Heisen came to his senses and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the other party.

"Boss, I'm dead. But you're still alive." He showed an open-minded smile on his face: "I hope you can avenge us... Ah, of course it's not about trouble for those Knights. If possible, please help me kick the Lord of the Plague in the ass."

"Fili..."

Heisen bit the corner of his mouth, desperately suppressing his desire to cross the Styx and reunite with his brothers.

He nodded fiercely with tears in his eyes, then turned around: "I understand. At that time, I will definitely let you see your boss, my heroic figure underground!"

After saying that, he ran in a daze.

Because if he didn't leave here soon, he would be afraid that he wouldn't be able to cry.

The last time I shed tears was a long time ago when my mother was skewed into meat skewers by those damn orcs.

The soul named Fili, across the Styx, looked at Heisen's figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

"Boss... No, General, I wish you a prosperous martial arts. I will watch you in Valhalla."

Valhalla is a legendary place in his hometown. It is said that the heroic souls of all the soldiers who died in battle will eventually go there, where they protect their relatives and friends.

Not only him, but countless warriors under Heisen once appeared on the banks of the Styx, and together with Fili, saluted the back that had disappeared from their sight.

Many times, living is far more painful than dying.

——Separation line—

When Heisen opened his eyes, the white magic lamp light stinged his eyes.

He felt his whole body was in pain, but compared to the fact that he had no pain at all before, it might be more comfortable because he would feel the reality of living.

Only after he got used to the light of the magic lamp did he see the figure in front of him.

Sivi stretched out his hand to the Warrior who had just returned from the brink of death.

"Welcome back." He smiled and said, "If you can, would you join my mercenary group?"
Chapter completed!