Chapter 254: Aftermath of the Disaster

Thick green pea vines, one after another, covered the surrounding area like a downpour; they intertwined and quickly formed a forest, layer upon layer rising upward, with no top in sight.

Bei'erna Dai sat upright on a high-backed chair woven from the pea vines ahead; their aura had become more distant than before.

At a glance, it gave an unusually sacred, wisdom‑filled impression.

Lei Kedun took a few steps forward, bowed slightly and said:

"You have been promoted."

Bei'erna Dai gave a gentle nod and said:

"Do you still remember what you said before?"

"Above the Sequence." Lei Kedun lightly nodded in response, then chuckled and said:

"I thought you weren't very interested in this; you didn't show any curiosity at all."

"Restraining an overly vigorous curiosity is the most important rule for a seeker of secrets!"

Bei'erna Dai said it with a sigh.

Lei Kedun lightly nodded; he strongly agreed with Bei'erna Dai's remark, noting that a seeker of secrets is far more likely to die from gazing at the unknown than from battle.

After a brief pause, he considered and asked:

"Can we wait a few days? Sasilier is still asleep; some matters still need to be confirmed with Him."

Bei'erna Dai gave Lei Kedun a slight stare, and before he could speak, she gave a slight nod.

The surrounding pea vines, like a verdant forest, swiftly retracted and vanished; in an instant, those vines and Bei'erna Dai's figure disappeared without a trace.

Dock District, an empty corner.

Lei Kedun's figure materialized quickly; he looked left and right, and his gaze soon fixed on Desitini, whose emanating spirit had not yet fully contracted.

Desitini glanced at Lei Kedun with a hint of feeling; as he took a few steps forward, his voice sounded slightly resigned as he said:

"This disaster is far more severe than I expected, yet it ended much faster than I anticipated. Other people or forces were covertly suppressing it."

"All I could do was make the Three Great Churches react more quickly, causing the disaster to erupt at a less dreadful moment."

Is this fate? Through certain people, certain coincidences, steering events toward a path full of serendipity yet logical.

Lei Kedun pondered briefly in his mind, then sighed aloud:

"Fate is always unfathomable."

"Indeed, especially for monsters like us who walk the path of fate; the more we understand fate, the more we revere it, and the more we lose ourselves."

Desitini seemed likewise moved and sighed.

His words reminded Lei Kedun of Wu Luo Liusi, who stays beside Zhen Zao; he seems to lack a self, always looking dazed.

"By the way, this is for you; I found it in the Eastern District earlier. The official extraordinary ones haven't had time to tidy up the aftermath there."

"It's of no use to me; extraordinary beings on the path of fate cannot carry such wondrous items—that's fate's decree."

Mid‑sentence, Desitini handed over a palm‑sized mirror, engraved with intricate archaic patterns and an uncanny allure.

With a brief glance, Lei Kedun found his eyes reluctant to leave it.

"Witch, Panatia?" Lei Kedun asked, puzzled.

"If no other witch died there today, then it must be the one you mentioned."

Desitini gave a slight nod in response.

Lei Kedun didn't hesitate, reached out and took it; a layer of starlight rippled, then swiftly contracted, solidifying into a translucent amber that sealed off the mirror.

In the Eastern District, within a dirty, deserted alley, Lei Kedun's figure quickly materialized.

He hurried out of the alley onto the street, where the surroundings were filled with corpses and weak, coughing people, mainly the elderly, frail youths, and children.

A subtle hue flickered in Lei Kedun's eyes; he saw the condition of the surrounding crowd more clearly.

Each person's spiritual hue was feeble; their lungs and breathing suffered severe infections. Even if they survived this disaster, serious aftereffects would linger, and those slightly weakened or insufficiently treated would not survive the calamity.

This is the meaning of civilization's progress. As he strolled the street, a sudden insight rose in Lei Kedun's heart.

During his aimless walk, he arrived at a workers' association, a hidden outpost of the Aurora Society.

Not far away stood a red small building, with a huge red cross hung on its wall; this workers' mutual aid organization, established under the Aurora Society's initiative and named by Lei Kedun, was called the "Red Cross Mutual Aid Society".

It gathered weak workers afflicted by the infection, along with their families.

The Aurora Society had long prepared for this disaster, yet the massive population rendered those preparations insufficient.

While Lei Kedun surveyed his surroundings, a young man with striking features noticed him and pushed through the crowd toward him.

In Lei Kedun's eyes, the man's face seemed veiled by a faint dark curtain—a black knight, perhaps the Aurora Society's new overseer of Beikelande?

As Lei Kedun continued to assess him, the man drew near and spoke calmly:

"Your Excellency, Divine Envoy, I am Kesi Ma, succeeding Mr. A in spreading the New Faith in Beikelande!"

"Are you alone?" Lei Kedun frowned slightly.

Having seized the Conqueror's traits, the royal family and the Witch Sect will undoubtedly trouble the Aurora Society for some time, especially the Witch Sect; the royal family may act covertly, but the Witch Sect might not.

A hint of concealed madness flickered in Kesi Ma's handsome smile as he said:

"His Highness, the Fate Angel, will be staying in Beikelande recently."

"Moreover, the Lord has issued a new divine decree; we will cease missionary work in Beikelande, preserving only the existing faith."

Lei Kedun gave a gentle nod, ending the topic, and let Kesi Ma lead him to the centralized plague‑treatment site.

Entering the demi‑god stage, Lei Kedun easily simulated the holy light unique to unicorn figurines, merging vitality with purifying power.

Beams of pure, clear, warm light illuminated every corner, purifying the surrounding air and the viruses on the infected, while gentle vitality mended their frail bodies.

Guided by Kesi Ma, Lei Kedun treated every patient at the centralized care points.

He regulated the treatment's intensity; although it wouldn't instantly cure the infected, it alleviated their suffering and, after subsequent healing, left no severe aftereffects.

Healing everyone was beyond Lei Kedun's ability; that belonged to the realm of miracles.

The following morning, in the Harvest Church of the South Bridge district.

When Leiketon arrived here, he happened to see a translucent, illusory unicorn silhouette moving away from this side.

It spread its wings made of transparent crystal, pierced the wall, rose into the air, leaving a faint glow behind it, silently healing the people below.

Leiketon withdrew his gaze and turned to Foersi, who had just completed a ritual nearby; her complexion was a bit pale, and it seemed that during this period she had performed several rituals, exhausting too much spirit.

Leiketon approached and said in a calm voice:

"You can slow your frequency a bit; you are still only Sequence Eight, you don't have that much spirit to expend."

Foersi, with weary eyes, glanced at Leiketon, who had arrived at an unknown time, lightly nodded and gave a faint smile, saying:

"I was once a doctor, even though that was long ago, but when I see patients, I always think to help if I can."

Leiketon understood and lightly nodded, saying:

"I still suggest you rest properly first, and this is the Earth Cathedral; whether the priests or volunteers here have decent pharmacological knowledge, they can handle these patients well."

"What nonsense are you spouting! Can't you see I'm already swamped? If you're idle, help me deliver these potions to the great hall."

The volunteer Leiketon was speaking to made a face and called out to him.

Aimu Lin finished speaking, turned his head, scooped the ink‑black liquid from the large iron cauldron with an iron ladle, and poured them into the glass bottles and glasses beside him.

He glanced at the now‑empty iron pot, then counted the prepared potions.

"I'll help, Mr. White."

Foersi approached very familiarly.

Aimu Lin did not refuse either, and Leiketon followed them to deliver Aimu Lin's prepared potions to the great hall.

In the hall originally used for prayers, most of the seats had been removed, and tattered blankets were spread on the floor, within which lay plague‑infected people either sleeping or moaning.

After about ten minutes, having distributed all the potions for the infected to drink, they returned to the side of the altar.

Aimu Lin complained to Father Utterafsky:

"You should find two more volunteers!"

Father Utterafsky did not respond to the topic, but looked at the patients and smiled gently, saying:

"In another day or two, they should recover, thanks in large part to the strange unicorn summoned by Ms. Foersi."

"No, it's nothing; I'm just fulfilling a commission."

Foersi felt a bit embarrassed, repeatedly waving hands as if receiving praise.

Aimu Lin also glanced at Foersi; he was interested in the ritual magic that summoned the unicorn, but he did not speak at that moment, which was uncharacteristic of a noble blood clan.

He looked at the tall priest and said offhand:

"Father, I didn't expect you to accept heretics; among them only two or three are followers of the Mother Goddess."

"They are also life, innocent life."

Father Utterafsky laughed indifferently.

Aimu Lin was stunned for a few seconds, exhaled, and then said:

"Father, I've found a way to resolve the psychic suggestion; I may leave here soon."

Leiketon raised an eyebrow at the somewhat tsundere vampire. By now he should have already prayed to the Fool, lifted the psychic suggestion, and instead of immediately mocking with delight, he continued working here.

Seemingly uncomfortable under his blunt gaze, Aimu Lin glared back and said:

"What are you looking at me for? Have you forgotten why you're here? Or have you also decided to worship the Earth Mother?"

"Also?" Leiketon raised an eyebrow and continued:

"I'm here to bid farewell to the priest; I'll leave Beikelande in a few days."

(End of chapter)