Even the magical plague was deliberately created, and there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind it.

Especially now that various towns in the North are gradually accepting the direct or indirect rule of the West Coast Empire, some vested interest groups will inevitably be touched.

If they join forces to do things secretly, they may cause this increasingly prosperous land to be ravaged by war again.

"Bless the goddess of wealth! It seems that I have to find a way to complete the delivery quickly and leave before the city is closed. Otherwise, it will be over if I am locked in."

The businessman prayed to his patron saint with a pious expression.

While the guests around the bar were all disturbed by the news, only Dumbledore remained calm. He just touched the thick beard on his chin and whispered: "Has it started yet? It seems that I can't either.

Let’s keep going on like this.”

After that, he ate the food on the plate at an extremely fast speed, then dropped the money for accommodation, drinks and meals, got on the white horse that accompanied him all the way, and started running towards Neverwinter City.

It took just over an hour to successfully reach the destination.

This time, the old man did not go around to appreciate the local scenery and taste various delicacies as before. Instead, he quickly came to the location of the castle and showed his identity and intention to the guards.

In about a few minutes, Lord Nasir and his deputy paladin, Aribes, walked out of it.

"Welcome, Lord Albus Dumbledore."

Lord Nasir took the initiative to open his arms and gave the other party a warm hug.

Although he has now basically handed over all the power at hand to the bureaucrats from the empire, and he serves more as a supervisor and law enforcer, he still retains his honorary title.

Lord Nasir is actually very satisfied with this change.

As a warrior by birth, he was not very good at handling government affairs and settling expenditure and tax accounts.

It would be better now to just leave it all to those professional bureaucrats.

With the help of the huge trade alliance established with the West Coast Empire as the center, the development of Neverwinter can be said to be rapid.

At present, the number of residents in the city has increased from more than 20,000 to 80,000 now. The original old city can no longer accommodate such a large population, so part of the city wall can only be demolished and expanded outwards.

The prosperous market and dazzling array of commodities have greatly improved the living standards of ordinary people.

If this kind of peace and rapid development can be maintained for more than ten years, Lord Nasir can't even imagine what Neverwinter will look like.

"I am also very honored to meet you, Lord." Dumbledore responded with a smile, and then turned his attention to the half-elf paladin. "I think you must be Ms. Aribes.

Right? Soth has mentioned you to me more than once. He has always praised your bravery and pursuit of justice."

"I am Erebeth de Timarande. I am truly undeserved of His Majesty Soth's praise."

The half-elf paladin had a polite smile on his face, as low-key and humble as ever.

She did not notice at all that when Dumbledore saw his fiancé, Van Swyk, a strange look flashed in his pupils.

Because the appearance of this elf priest was so handsome that it caused a strong throbbing in the latter's heart.

You must know that Dumbledore has never had such a special feeling since he fell out with his old friend Grindelwald.

"Hello, Your Excellency, my name is Vanswijk, and I am a priest who serves Tyr, the god of justice."

Seeing that the other person was staring at his face for a long time, Vanswijk quickly extended his right hand and introduced himself.

After all, he represents the temple, has a decisive influence in Neverwinter City, and needs to be in step with the center of the West Coast Empire to some extent.

"Please allow me to pay tribute to the great God of Justice."

Dumbledore also stretched out his hand and held it tightly, feeling the warmth from his palm and the sudden acceleration of his heart.

"Anyone with a heart that pursues justice and fairness can bathe in the holy light of Tyr."

With his keen perception, Vanswijk clearly felt something strange, and after saying a few words, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

After a brief acquaintance with each other, Lord Nasir quickly invited the emperor's envoy into the castle, and then tried in an uncertain tone: "Your Excellency Dumbledore, if you don't mind, can you tell me your message?"

Do you want to come?"

"I'm here for the plague."

Dumbledore gave the answer very simply.

"plague?"

Lord Nasir's expression changed slightly.

Dumbledore nodded seriously: "Yes, plague. I think you and your men should have noticed the sudden appearance of large-scale infectious diseases in Neverwinter, and there have even been many deaths."

"So this is really a spreading magical plague? A planned attack?"

Aribes suddenly stood up from the chair.

As a paladin of Tyr, she knew very well how many civilians who were seriously ill and dying had been treated by the temple recently, and how many bodies had been taken to the cemetery to be burned and buried.

Although on the surface Neverwinter City is still operating as usual, in fact no less than two hundred people have died one after another.

"Sorry, madam, this will only be known after investigation. The top priority right now is to start the quarantine immediately to prevent the further spread of the magic plague and cause more infections and deaths."

While saying this, Dumbledore glanced at the man not far away with a stiff expression and wearing the emblem of Helm, the God of Guards, from the corner of his eye.

His name is Deszel, he is the leader of the Church of the God of Guard in this city, and he is also one of the culprits of the plague in Neverwinter.

I'm afraid no one here knew that Deszell had actually abandoned the god he believed in and turned to the creator race that had just awakened.

Of course, Dumbledore would not reveal information like this easily.

Because he only knew Deszell, the traitor, and didn't know how many people there were in the organization behind it, and what kind of power it had.

"You mean to seal off the entire city and prohibit all pedestrians and business travelers from entering or exiting?"

Lord Nasir opened his mouth in shock.

With the current scale of trade in Neverwinter, he could not imagine the huge economic losses that would be caused if the city was closed to prevent merchants from entering and exiting.

But Dumbledore emphasized: "This is the only way we can do it now.

Otherwise, tens of thousands of residents will die completely when the plague rages, and there will be no time to receive treatment.

What's more, if this incident is really a premeditated attack, blocking the city can also restrict and compress the opponent's space for activities.

Don't hesitate, Lord.

First try to save as many lives as possible, and then consider the rest after the crisis is over."

"Wait a minute! If this plague is as serious as you described, does the empire have a corresponding antidote?" Deszel suddenly jumped out and interrupted.

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm just here to investigate, and I don't know anything about the rest."

Dumbledore deliberately used ambiguous words to deliberately confuse the other party.

Because he knew that if he said he had an antidote, then this guy would send people to seize and destroy it.

"Okay, let's quarantine first.

Aribes, you immediately set out to give orders to the guards, asking them to close and block the gates leading to various areas in the city.

Vanswijk, you and Deszel are preparing to treat all patients infected with the plague.

Even if we cannot cure them, we must try to alleviate their pain.

Sir Albus Dumbledore, I leave the investigation to you.

At that time, I will issue an order to Neverwinter City Academy, allowing you to select some outstanding students as mercenaries and followers."

Nasir was indeed a man who had seen big scenes and made a decision in just a few minutes.

As a believer in the God of Justice, he obviously would not play with the lives of civilians in order to make money like those profit-seeking guys.

Just like that, with the Lord's order, the entire city of Neverwinter started strict population movement control measures.

Even the Pennisula district, where nobles and wealthy merchants lived, was no exception.

From this point alone, we can see the relative fairness of Neverwinter City and the powerful deterrent power of law and order.

Although nobles and wealthy people can enjoy some privileges to a greater or lesser extent, when it comes to critical moments, there is no essential difference between them and common people.

As the huge iron door was slammed shut, the entire city entered a state of complete isolation from top to bottom.

Guards with cloth soaked in holy water and wrapped around their mouths and noses patrolled the streets repeatedly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to commit crimes.

As for Dumbledore, after he was out of everyone's sight, he immediately used magic to monitor Deszel's every move.

Just as he expected, this guy was not alone, but had a huge organization behind him.

Most of them are members of the Church of the Fallen Guardian God who are in cahoots with them.

Because they betrayed the God they believed in, they had long been unable to obtain divine magic. Instead, they borrowed power from the devil and the queen of the creator race, Mosala, to form spells or divine magic.

Obviously, Deszell had only one purpose, and that was to get rid of Dumbledore, an outsider who was causing trouble.

After all, if the population of Neverwinter City is not too large and cannot cause huge chaos, it is basically impossible for the creator race Queen Mosala and her men to reoccupy Neverwinter City.

the reason is simple!

Due to the special nature of this city, Zuo Si had set up quite strict magical protection capabilities.

For a race of creators who have just awakened from their slumber, it is very difficult to undo it.

Therefore, their goal is to first use the plague to kill as many people as possible, and then turn the corpses into undead, destroying the balance of the magic network in this area through more and more negative energy.
To be continued...