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There was nothing unusual about Werner's face. He smiled slightly and asked warmly, "Is everyone in the town infected with the plague?"

"Yes," the mayor recalled, "the situation was not serious at first, and we didn't think much about it, thinking it was just an epidemic. Until later, it was too late, and all the people who were not infected ran away from the town. We’re the only ones left.”

The Son politely excused himself, summoned his attendants, and arranged for them to boil water and brew the potion.

During this period, there was a minor conflict.

The plague is highly contagious and fatal, and people sent to contact the town may be infected with the plague. Therefore, the selected people were reluctant and requested to change the task.

The companion stepped forward to speak for the Holy Son, "Are you going to disobey the Holy Son's order? His Majesty the Pope said before leaving that the Holy Son will be solely responsible for this mission."

"Who knows if he will be the Holy Son in the future?" The person being rebutted blushed, and trembled at the thought of coming into contact with plague patients. He said the words without thinking, "What if His Majesty the Pope has his sights on a new heir?" He is the Holy Son, why should I listen to him?"

"you shut up!"

"What nonsense!"

The other attendants looked horrified and all spoke out.

The person who retorted didn't realize what he had said until he finished speaking. His face suddenly turned pale, and he knelt down in fear, begging Werner for forgiveness.

The Son was silent.

He stood at the front. He was not tall and tall, not yet fully developed. He looked thin and slender like a young man. His long, snow-colored eyelashes were lightly drooped, and his mood was cold.

Werner's ability to hold the position of Holy Son for so many years cannot be entirely due to his outstanding talent in light magic. His personality is gentle and tolerant, but he is not blindly weak and gentle.The young man pressed his palm down and opened his lips slightly, "Press it down, and I will punish you again when you return to the imperial capital."

The person who retorted immediately became paralyzed, almost speechless with fear, but when he was dragged out, he gained strength and shouted hoarsely, "What about the Holy Son? Maybe you will no longer be the Holy Son soon." .”

The other party's abuse did not arouse Werner's anger. He glanced at the clergy in front of him and clearly saw the fear in their eyes. The image of tolerance and compassion that he had spent many years building up completely collapsed. He pulled his lower lip and suddenly felt bored. Tasteless.

He knew the Pope's purpose very well, it was nothing more than to suppress him and temper him.

The aging king always looks forward to and hates the young and powerful heir. The Pope will not abolish his position as the Holy Son, but just wants him to know who is in charge of the current Holy See.

He sighed lowly.

The young man, who was as beautiful and soft as the morning sun, said calmly, "I will distribute the medicine in person later."

"No," the attendant said hurriedly, "Lord Holy Son, nothing can happen to you."

Magic plus physical protection can effectively reduce the risk of contracting the plague, but this is by no means completely safe. If something happens to the Holy Son, all of them will be buried with him.

No matter how subtle the pope's attitude towards the Son is, at least for now, he is still the only heir to the Holy See.

"Don't worry." A bright ball of light appeared in his palm. The light suddenly brightened, illuminating every detail of the room. Strong magic power floated in the room, rising and falling with his breathing.

The Son whispered, "I can keep myself safe."

(End of this chapter)