Chapter 559: Framed

"Cervantes, do you trust me?"
Ziegler was very angry, but now he had no choice but to rack his brain and think about how to explain to the black dragon in front of him.
He took a deep breath and said again: "I really didn't lie to you, I didn't spread this plague!"
"Zigler, you must remember!" Cervantes looked at Ziegler's eyes with murderous intent, "I never trusted you!"
"Okay, Seth, stop, don't quarrel..."
The maid squeezed some painful temples to stop the useless quarrel between the two dragons.
Edith didn’t find any ‘inner ghost’, Ziegler’s mouth said there was no inner ghost, so Cervantes put the red dragon in the position of ‘suspicious person’.
Is it really a coincidence? Everything is a coincidence, only someone wants to deal with the Principality of Sad Wind, but he just discovered the existence of the plague carrier?
Because he had not acted rashly before, the plague carrier was only detonated after seeing Cervantes... is that true?
If this is the case, is it that the "detonator" was nearby?
The worst part is that he was nearby!
Ziegler's eyes saw the infected people concentrated in several rooms through the glass windows, their hands and feet were tied, and some people were crying, but compared to before, it has become a lot quieter.
Because they all know that Cervantes ‘speaks twice’, and since they have already promised them, they will not break their promises – but where do they know that the reason why Cervantes does not lie is because he is too lazy to lie.
In any case, he is still a cunning black dragon!
At this time, Ziegler discovered the consequences of not saving dragon products on weekdays. He dared to guarantee that he did nothing, but no one believed that he really did nothing!
Serena is still able to maintain her basic calmness, but she also has a lot of scruples and suspicions in her eyes...this is too bad!
"Sera!"
At this moment, Latnea came over, the maid looked over, but saw the goddess shaking her head, she couldn't help but feel discouraged.
Ziegler looked at it too, but after learning the result, he almost broke his teeth.
Anger, incomparable anger--
How long has Ziegler experienced this humiliation and anger?
"Don't say yes, I didn't even find the soul of the infected person!" Latnia sighed.
It can reproduce a scene that happened somewhere within three days, but this spell can be masked, but the method is very cumbersome and costly. Generally speaking, no one will do such troublesome things.
As for letting a person's soul disappear, it is even simpler. Any mage can do it. It is just a matter of ease or not.
Ziegler finally understood that he had been calculated!
Looking at the patients behind the glass window, Latinia's eyes narrowed, and Shen Sheng asked, "Serra, to be honest, do you really have a cure for this plague? And, I want to know-- How did you get this means?"
At this moment, there were nearly forty people with plague infections concentrated in several large wards, not only those who were drinking and chatting on the first floor of the hotel, but also people on other floors of the hotel were infected, especially Cervantes didn't have time to let the fire spread and protect the people on the other floors. When he realized that, the plague had infected those people.
Originally he wanted a little bit of investigation, but he didn't expect that it was not an ordinary plague-although at the beginning, Ziegler told him that this was someone deliberately spreading the plague, and The clue is...
"Sewer!" Ziegler's sudden yelling surprised both the maid and the goddess of wealth. Cervantes frowned when he heard it.
Without waiting for the maid to answer the question of the goddess of wealth, he hurriedly asked the black dragon: "Cervantes, have you noticed the "sewage" before? Remember the clues I mentioned to you before? I said before Yes,'Sewer'!"
There is no need to think about it at all. For two hours ago, the Black Dragon has a fresh memory.
"No!" Cervantes bluntly said, "When I arrived at Egret Avenue, I was attracted by a peculiar smell. I found the three-story hotel, and then something like that happened."
Ziegler lighted up first, and then fell silent again.
Cervantes didn't notice anything wrong before, and was attracted by a'fancy taste' and walked towards the hotel, which means that during the time he left until Cervantes arrived , Someone has dealt with the "not right" he had noticed before.
Then the fire broke out, and the thin ice that had solidified on the street and a little snow accumulated on the eaves were melted, and turned into a stream of water into the sewer. At this time, what clues to find are basically all Impossible thing.
If there is no clue, how can he prove that he did find another clue before?
So, Ziegler took a deep breath and confessed: "I am counted!"
However, no one chose to believe him.
In the eyes of Cervantes, Ziegler has always been a liar, a happy offender, and an unscrupulous dragon for the purpose.
Seeing the color of suspicion flashing in their eyes, Ziegler was very angry, but he had to admit that he did really not good enough before, and if it was not because of the problem with his previous way of doing things, they could not be right now. He was so jealous.
"... Ziegler's question is set aside for now, he can't run away anyway!"
Just when the atmosphere was stalemate, Latinia spoke, and she forced the maid with her fierce eyes, "Sera, you should answer my previous question!"
"That question before?" The maid frowned, "Of course because we have already studied the plague! Otherwise?"
The maid pursed her mouth, her face solemn, but Latinia was questioned by her.
This question is extremely sharp. She originally wanted to continue to ask questions, but she was choked by the phrase "otherwise".
"How much power can the gods give to the priests to help? How many priests will really be happy to save others? Especially the patients they contact are plague-infected, and they will be affected by themselves when they contact them. The danger of infection, in this case, if the deity does not show signs, how many people can rescue these poor people?"
The maid pointed at the glass window, and Latnia couldn't bear to turn her head to look around, but was forced to dodge by the maid's eyes.
"The deity's starting point to stop people from studying plague is good, but it should not be stopped blindly. You prevent the spread of the plague and cause a lot of casualties, but also block people's lives. If you don't study the plague, we will How to deal with the plague?"
Behind the glass windows, the priests in heavy protective clothing manipulated the divine power to wash the infected people's body ~ EbookFREE.me ~ slightly alleviated the body's illness, but it could not be completely cured.
"Master Maid..."
A priest who had walked out of the ward and was disinfected was worried, and after seeing Latina, he hurriedly bowed to salute, "Ms. Fortune is crowned!"
"What's the matter?" The maid turned around and looked at the priesthood softly, exhaling a sigh of breath.
"Yes!"
Speaking of this matter, a complex look appeared on the priesthood.
"I'm so sorry..." The clergyman talked a little, and when he saw this attitude, there was an ominous hunch in the maid's heart.
"We can't expel that kind of plague..." The priest's body trembled as he spoke, and he didn't feel the fear until now.
"Either way or only can alleviate their pain, but that is only when the positive energy is directed, and the positive energy has an effect on their body... In fact, probably only the above magic can cure those patients..."
The implication is already clear. The priesthood below the extraordinary can't cure these plague-infected people at all, but how many priesthood priests can there be?
Latina was shocked and completely stunned on the spot.
The maid only glanced at her, and a few spell auras were on her body. She quickly walked to the ward and said undoubtedly: "Ceth, Ziegler, come with me!"
Cervantes snorted before catching up: "Sera is willing to give you a chance, but you have to remember, I still don't trust you!"
"I am still a suspect..." Ziegler temporarily suppressed his anger. "I know very well!"
He was going to find clues on those infected with the plague, and then follow the path and kill the man who counted himself—
Ziegler, do it!
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