Recently, Sister Joan of Arc has not been in a good mood. Egil tried to please her as much as possible when she was with her and not make her angry. Egil also understood that Joan of Arc was because of his failure on the battlefield, but because of the failure of the coalition forces, he blamed himself. At the same time, he was also upset because he could not go to fight to kill the enemy in the future. In particular, Joan of Arc felt that the most sorry for Egil was that the so-called vigorous movement included giving birth to a qualified, healthy and excellent successor for Egil in his life as expected.

Someone may ask this. Didn’t Joan of Arc say before that he wanted to have a platonic love with Egil, and wouldn’t he talk about physical relationships?

But I say it, do it. From France to Italy, and then to Hungary, I am ready to go back to Rome along the way to receive the crowning. For such a long time, Sister Joan of Arc has figured it out. If it is really for the sake of the safety of the universe and the harmony of the world, then it is not impossible to let Egil bully...

But it's a pity. It's all over now.

So I feel very sad. Whether to do it or not is one thing, and whether or not can do it is another matter. The difference during this period is just like the difference between a monk and a eunuch.

But in the end, Joan of Arc did it. On the road back to the Norman Kingdom, on a dark and windy night, Egil did not come out of Joan of Arc's room again.

Because Joan of Arc is very scared. In the future, he will not be able to go into battle to kill the enemy and have children. He is simply no different from being a waste. So Joan of Arc doesn't know that he has become so useless now. Will Egil throw her away like a rag?

In this way, he found a reason to send Nurse Nightingale away, and Joan of Arc hugged Egil. Egil finally got what he wanted, but he had to be lighter, and he was lighter. Joan of Arc is no longer the female war god he used to be back then. It is an exquisite and fragile item like a porcelain doll.

"How could I be willing to give up the fool?" After a while, Egil seemed to understand Joan of Arc's intentions. He hugged Joan of Arc's waist and comforted him like this.

"But...I..." In the end, Joan of Arc didn't say anything, and just threw himself into Egil's arms and cried bitterly.

In this way, the matter seemed to be resolved. On the next day, Egil observed, and Joan of Arc's face seemed to be getting better. His mood also recovered slightly. Of course, this kind of thing was not achieved overnight. Egil sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Joan of Arc's cheek and thought to himself: When the future is slowly, she will be enlightened bit by bit.

In this way, Egil's companion suddenly had one more partner, and there was one more candidate to mess with at night. It would not make the young nun so tired that he couldn't get out of here every time. It was just that he was very hard to run back and forth between the two rooms. But Egil was happy. Anyway, there was nothing wrong now. After entering the territory of Venice from Hungary, he had arrived at his own home. Governor Witt was not allowed to serve him with wine and meat along the way.

So, things come when Egil thinks nothing is wrong.

That night, Egil first tossed the little nun in his room until midnight.

It was not until the young nun couldn't stand it that he walked towards Joan of Arc's room with unfulfilled feelings.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a soldier who was very bad and staggering towards him. He bowed and wanted to leave.

Egil frowned, then turned around and asked, "Your face is not very good, are you sick? Why don't you go to the military doctor to take a look?"

"Military doctor... Oh, no, no! They will kill my Majesty!" The soldier's face turned pale when he heard Egil say this. Then he retreated repeatedly: "Your Majesty, don't come over! There will be danger! Please......" "Danger? You look bad, you must be sick. If you are sick, you have to go to see a doctor." I have to say that Egil is still very concerned about his army.

So he took another step forward and wanted to pull him to the military doctor.

"No! Your Majesty!" However, the soldier was completely unhappy. 1 was extremely frightened and did not look like a Viking warrior should have. Then he turned around and prepared to escape. However, he fell to the ground without taking two steps. Egil went over and saw that the soldier vomited a large pool of yellow water, his eyes turned pale, and he died like this.

Egil was creepy. Although he had never experienced such a thing as a modern person, he had been in this world for so long, but he often heard about what kind of thing this is.

plague.

Egil originally thought that the army had been quiet for so long and nothing was wrong. However, he didn't expect that the plague had spread in the corner that he had not noticed. The soldiers must be afraid, and they would be isolated when things were heard, so they killed and burned. Therefore, they carried it hard and wanted to withstand it with their own physical fitness. It was like the guy lying in front of Egil.

"It's really damn." When they thought that there were more, even thousands of such soldiers in his army. They concealed their condition. As the army spread the plague little by little, Egil might even lose most of his army, and even millions of people, Egil couldn't help but curse. A little sympathy for the dead soldier disappeared. Because they were afraid that he would be infected, they did not dare to go to Joan of Arc. They quickly ran to Chibocrates to explain the situation. Then they took a shower, sterilized, and brought it from Chibocrates. It is said that medicines that can prevent the plague were eaten by pinching their noses and ate these bitter and fishy things that were odorous.

It seems that the matter of going to Rome is going to be delayed a little.

Although he went to Rome to be crowned emperor, Egil had already dreamed of chopping Gen for a long time.

But plague is not a joke. If the Holy See find out, and it actually spreads the plague into Rome, let alone the God of Horses to be emperor or saints, the Crusaders will probably soon attack Goth Castle.

Egil began to feel a little lucky that he had exchanged his own money for the guy Chibocrates in advance.

Although I don’t know if I used Shenma medicinal herbs, Egil felt that he didn’t want to know.

However, after half a month of census and the prevention of distributing drugs, the Norman army finally screened out more than 6,000 soldiers suffering from or suspected of suffering from plague and forced them to isolate them. Immediately afterwards, the spread of the plague in the army was stabilized and controlled.

Then Egil thought, forget it, good people do it to the end, so he used the price of medicinal materials twenty times, and asked Norman merchants to sell these preventive drugs.

However, this is just prevention.

Chibocrates clearly stated that prevention is very simple. But if you want to heal, please forgive him for his powerlessness.

Of course, Egil didn't mean to blame him. No one wanted this kind of thing to happen. Those soldiers who were already sick could only blame them for their bad luck. Egil would pray to them. Well, with Joan of Arc.

But it is obvious that not everyone agrees with Egil and the vast majority of Normans. For example, Nurse Nightingale, who Egil largely ignored, is a girl who usually looks very introverted, doesn't talk much, and has a very strong presence, bravely stood up at this moment.

"Indeed, isolating these soldiers is one of the ways to deal with the plague. But now, we have done a complete prevention work, can we consider removing the isolation of them?" The nurse sister was like this, very brave, very stubborn, and slightly moved. When Egil visited the battlefield hospital and was about to leave, she stopped the Norman tyrant and shouted with tears in her eyes.

Egil was a little stunned, and then he felt a little funny.

"No, ma'am, this is impossible." Egil shook his head: "Maybe you make some sense. But the soldiers' fear of plague is even greater than that of a stylish sword.

They won't agree."

"But, your Majesty, you are King Norman. If you order it"

"Absolutely impossible." Egil refused decisively: "Do you think the meaning of six thousand people is important, or the opinions of one hundred thousand people are more important? Indeed, I am the king and I have the right to force the order. But if I really do this, I will soon be unable to become the king.

Do you get me?"

"At least, at least those soldiers should be better cared for, rather than putting them together to die." After that, Nurse Nightingale took a step back and then persisted.
Chapter completed!