Knights, Let’s Smash Them

138 – Luvern Alroy and the Wonderful Village (1)

Now it is 8:00 pm.

As long as Constable Baker, who normally leaves work at 6 o’clock, ran straight to my quarters, it was clear that this was not an ordinary situation.

“First of all…… Please wait.”

“I will go to the count’s house, come as soon as you are ready!”

The constable hastily disappeared. I closed the door and met eyes with Xianne, who poked her head out from under the blanket.

She seemed to think the same as me.

“Since I have changed, I will go first. Captain, please follow me right away.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t even have to ask what was more important. Because Xianne and I were both in high positions in the Rupel estate.

I even put on my boots and followed Constable Baker out of the Knights Headquarters.

The lights in the Count’s residence were brightly lit. Since the incident was an incident, it seemed that all the servants were awake in a big commotion.

“Lubern Administrator!!”

“The Count.”

Even though he received a messenger just as he was about to go to sleep, Count Dionaos Rupel was already ready for battle.

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As Young Ji-min collapsed in front of his eyes, bleeding, the feelings of impatience are clearly shown on his face.

It could be said that he was a true monarch, but as long as the ‘disease’ was spreading in the village, it was forbidden for Lord Rupel, who still had no deficits, to go to that village.

The moment you catch a powerful contagious disease, the situation will reach its worst.

“Where is the messenger?”

“I went downtown to call a doctor. Just in case, I isolated it in the annex.”

“Very well done.”

I nodded. If it was rushed down to the city from here, there would be a possibility that an epidemic whose cause was not precisely identified could spread to the capital city.

By the way, was there anyone in Petalonto who could be called a councilor?

It’s been awhile since I’ve had that question.

I checked the face of the person who ran into the count’s house without even putting a tear in my eye and understood it.

“What is it, lord!”

Alchemist Compton.

He was the herbalist of the century born by Petalonto.

***

“Please write this.”

“Wow, I really tried this.”

I muttered as I received the mask Compton gave me. It was a mask shaped like a crow’s beak that you’ve always seen in games or cartoons.

Jintobaegi plague doctor.

I put on the crow’s mask, feeling my chest swell. The smell of the basement from the purifying moss squeezed into the breathing hole stings your nose.

In reality, the plague doctor’s mask was said to have had little effect on blocking the plague.

First of all, this is a fantasy world.

In the yard where there are medicinal herbs such as resurrection plant that can revive people on the verge of death, there are many cases where these herbs are surprisingly effective in blocking infectious diseases.

“Sweep, whoa… ….”

Compton let out a rough breathing sound like an evil sword master from a classic science fiction work of the century.

“Write…… After, then…… Let’s go…… Whoa…….”

The outbuilding was located behind the count’s residence.

Let’s open the door of the cabin where even the servants are too scared to enter.

“Ah, welcome.”

Decart, dressed in the Holy Knights’ uniform, was standing there. Apparently, as a former priest and still able to use healing magic based on divine power, it seemed she was willing to take care of the young man.

By the way, where did you get the paladin uniform? As far as I know, there is no problem wearing it, but it was strangely well matched, so I was praised.

“How is the patient?”

“Not very good.”

Decart replied with a serious expression. If the priest said it was not good, it was really not good.

These are noblemen who will attach a severed arm if you take it in time, but even such people are at the level of saying it’s not good.

“What disease is it?”

“The throat and nose appear to be full of inflammation. However, it is not a general inflammation and seems to be enough to destroy even the short circuit inside the body.”

“…… Isn’t that impossible unless you drink poison or curse the plague?”

Compton, who has some knowledge in this field, asked in a puzzled voice. If it was simply drinking poison, the solution to the situation might actually be simple.

But Decart shook his head.

“Neither way. I didn’t hear the blessing of detoxification or the blessing of Haeju. First of all, I have contacted St. Catherine in Tiffen Village.”

Decart seemed to have judged that if she had the holy woman’s divine power, she might be able to heal the villagers. She certainly can’t say no.

Originally, the holy power of the saintess is to the extent that comparison with other priests is unacceptable.

Most of the plagues were bound to disappear in one hit by the holy woman’s divinity.

It was then.

“Coke! Coke!!”

A young man lying on the bed coughed up blood. He stepped back in surprise, but Decart held the young man’s hand instead.

As my eyelids fluttered, unfocused pupils appeared. He rolled his eyes with difficulty and let out a dying voice.

“You, too…… It’s painful…… Priest…….”

“I’m sorry, brother. I can’t do anything with my abilities. Please bear with me a little longer.”

Decart bit his lip. A priest is a healer, not a reliever of pain.

Looking at Compton, he asked if there was any potion or medicine with strong analgesic effect, and Compton replied that there were no potions left, as the upper class from the capital bought most of the pain reliever potions three days ago.

“If you are talking about a powerful natural pain reliever that you can use right away, there is the poppy… …. It’s such a rare and expensive herb, so I wonder if I can get it at such an ambitious time.”

Compton muttered bitterly. Descartes also agreed with that opinion and only looked at the young man with pitiful eyes.

If it was a general reaction, that was normal.

Roger Rusky, a former spice merchant belonging to Fisher Pepper and now a production manager of Imperial Stout beer belonging to Rupell Brewery, also introduced poppy as a very valuable spice.

But I couldn’t do this or that. He was huffing and puffing like a dog in need of sh*t.

‘f*ck, do you want this? Don’t you?’

I’ll do that too.

It was because the poppies in question were being cultivated in the Rupel estate under my supervision.

Let me make an excuse for a minute.

This is a serious violation of the drug control law in modern times, but this is a fantasy world. Cultivation of poppies was indeed without problems, even by imperial law!

Me, Lubern Eilroy, who does anything ‘legal’ to make money.

Is there any reason to refuse a golden flower that is worth a dozen silver coins?

At first, I simply paid a premium to the independent farmers who managed the small farmland in the south of Petalonto and entrusted the cultivation.

In addition to the additional farmland given by the imperial family as compensation for the series of disasters that occurred in Tiffen Village last time.

At Rupel Manor, poppies were grown in quantities that could not be said to be insignificant even with empty words.

Of course, it is less than 1% compared to other crops, but in fact, you can bring it even now if you want to.

I was thinking of signing a supply contract with Compton after saying that when poppy cultivation is settled to some extent.

Now that this has happened, I have no choice but to play cards.

“…… Administrator?”

“Ah, yes…… ! Why, why?”

“Is there any other way?”

Descartes looked at me and asked. I didn’t know, but I felt a cold sweat running down my spine.

But if you think about it again, there’s nothing for me to bow down to, right?

It’s not even illegal in the first place.

In addition, in the current situation, ‘medicine’ is essential to save the life of a young man.

I nodded and answered as the two looked at me with half-expectation and half-resignation.

“I have a poppy. I can give it to you right now.”

“…… !!!”

“Are you serious?!”

The county’s magistrate.

It was the moment I changed my job to a (legal) drug dealer in the county.

***

“The opidium potion made by processing the poppy is so effective that it is also called a divine medicine. Processing itself isn’t that difficult if you know how to do alchemy to some extent, but raw materials are so hard to come by.”

Compton said, crushing the poppy flowers I had delivered in a mortar and decocting them in water to make a kind of tea.

“First of all, it is a stopgap. It will suffice as an emergency antitussive.”

In an instant, opium black tea──a simple potion with the name that Emperor Russky in the north would use for assassination was completed.

The young man, who had been fluctuating, quickly regained his composure as soon as he drank his opium black tea.

‘The effect is crazy.’

I’m not saying you can be free from all the physical pain of this world for nothing. To be honest, the probability of being addicted is very high as the effect is outstanding, but first, you have to save people first.

“Are you awake?”

“Executive Officer…… ! Please, please save our village!!”

A young man who immediately clings to me as soon as he comes to his senses. Kudangtang, he fell on the floor on the bed, but the young man nevertheless held onto my ankles and begged me.

“This is all…… Because of that guy That, an outsider…… !!”

Outsiders.

That one word stuck in my ear.

It seems that this is not a simple plague incident.