Medicated Soup

Noa nodded, said no more, and entered the carriage at the front of the convoy.

Only after the curtain of Noa’s carriage was lowered did Leon come back to his senses.

He abruptly pulled out several books with flashy covers from his storage ring.

He stuffed them into Black’s hands without a word.

Black looked at the books in his hand, which were clearly erotic, with a bewildered expression.

“What are you doing?”

Leon looked serious and lowered his voice.

“An investment! Black, my boy, you’re a potential stock that’s caught the eye of the leadership!”

“I have to invest quickly! When you make it big in the future, don’t you dare forget your brother!”

Black and Land were speechless for a moment and could only retort.

“Is this how you test your cadres?”

After the interlude, the escort mission officially began.

The group escorted several carriages towards Dragonheart Academy.

Leon and Land privately guessed what important items were in the carriages that required Lady Noa to personally escort them.

Black, however, knew very well.

Inside was the law weapon, Excalibur!

The divine weapon that could completely annihilate the Dragon Kings.

In this part of the story, the reason it was being transported to Dragonheart Academy was that Empress Elizabeth hoped that Headmaster Troy.

This most learned man in the empire could deeply study the mysterious power contained within Excalibur.

To glean the secrets of the gods from it and find more weaknesses of the Twelve Dragon Kings.

For Elizabeth, who did not believe in gods and only trusted the sword in her hand.

Understanding this power was far more important than revering it.

Therefore, the Empress had sent Noa to personally escort it.

After all, for humanity, there was nothing more important than this Excalibur.

With Noa overseeing things, the journey was naturally smooth, without any incidents.

When the convoy entered Dragonheart Academy, Black and the others clearly felt that the atmosphere inside the academy was somewhat different from usual.

There were no students strolling on the school paths.

Instead, there were many healers and priests hurrying about.

A tense atmosphere filled the air.

“What’s wrong with the academy? Did something happen?”

Leon looked around curiously.

Even Noa in the carriage ahead lifted a corner of the curtain and watched the unusual scene outside.

Black understood in his heart and was not surprised.

The epidemic had already begun.

After completing the mission of escorting Excalibur, Black parted ways with Leon and Land.

He headed straight for the school infirmary.

Sure enough, before he even got close to the building where the infirmary was located.

He saw that the surrounding area had been cordoned off with temporary wooden fences.

Striking signs hung on the fences, with “No Entry – Quarantine Area” written in red paint.

Black ignored the warning and jumped over the fence.

Over at the school infirmary.

Many of the academy’s professors and teachers, as well as many student volunteers, were rushing around nervously.

He spotted a familiar figure in the crowd with a single glance.

Her pretty face was covered in sweat as she was busy directing supplies and comforting patients.

The school infirmary was overcrowded.

More than a dozen hospital beds were filled with students.

Their faces were flushed, and their breathing was rapid and difficult.

Most strangely, dark red spots, shaped like withered flowers, had appeared on their exposed skin.

“Record all the symptoms! The patients are delirious, have difficulty breathing, and characteristic dark red flower spots have appeared on their bodies!”

“And, the possibility of contagion cannot be ruled out!”

A middle-aged woman, who seemed to be in charge of the infirmary, said seriously.

Her brow was tightly furrowed, and a terrifying guess emerged in her heart.

In all her years of service, she had never seen such a strange illness.

These symptoms were just like the one recorded in the ancient texts from thousands of years ago.

‘No! Impossible! That plague was supposed to have been eradicated long ago!’

She didn’t dare to jump to conclusions and paced back and forth restlessly.

“These students only had common cold symptoms before. They had already recovered after treatment. How could they suddenly worsen like this?”

“And the other students with colds are all fine, only these few.”

“Was there some mistake during the treatment? Was the wrong spell or potion used? Who was in charge of treating these few students before?”

The scene fell silent; no one answered.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like water could be squeezed from it.

Finally, Kristine slowly raised her hand.

Her face was deathly pale.

“Professor…”

“It was me.”

“I was in charge of treating the colds of these students before. At that time, they did get better. I don’t know why it has become like this…”

Seeing it was Kristine, the female professor was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

She was well aware of this Saintess’s usual diligence, and her healing abilities were outstanding among the youth.

She could never have made a low-level treatment error.

“It shouldn’t be your problem, Kristine.”

The professor’s tone softened as she comforted her.

“It’s probably due to other reasons that we haven’t yet identified.”

She continued to direct everyone, carrying out the work according to the highest standards of infectious disease prevention and control.

Kristine walked to the side, somewhat absent-minded, and sat down on a chair.

She lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping the corner of her clothes, clearly in great inner turmoil.

Black quietly walked to her side and called out softly.

“Kristine.”

Kristine raised her head and was very surprised to see Black.

“Black, how did you get in…”

Black gestured for her to be quiet and said in a low voice.

“I had some business at the school and came to see you on the way.”

Seeing Black, for some reason, the feeling of grievance in Kristine’s heart grew stronger, and her eyes reddened.

“Black, I…”

“Don’t blame yourself too much. This kind of illness could never be caused by a mistake.”

Black interrupted her.

“Instead of blaming yourself, it’s better to think about what more you can do for the patients.”

“But, I’ve never seen this kind of illness before…”

“Then feed them some medicated soup. The patients have to eat anyway, and medicated soup can also enhance their resistance.”

Kristine’s mind was in a mess. Hearing Black’s words now was like grasping at a life-saving straw.

She nodded.

“Medicated soup…”

When it came to medicated soup, the first thing Kristine thought of was her specialty, Silver Lily Lotus Soup.

She had made a lot of it for Black when she was taking care of him.

Black had recovered so quickly; perhaps this medicated soup really was useful.

“I… I’ll go make some Silver Lily Lotus Soup for everyone. It just so happens to be a type of medicated soup.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

Black agreed.

So, Kristine got up and went to the small kitchen attached to the infirmary.

Black naturally followed, under the pretext of “helping.”

While Kristine was washing the Silver Lilies and preparing the lotus seeds and other ingredients.

He took the opportunity to help and secretly poured a large amount of Ivoran Holy Water into the large pot of simmering soup.

The clear and tasteless holy water blended with the sweet soup, showing no abnormalities.