CHAPTER 487: 489. AMBUSH

"Excellent, your symptoms have completely vanished, and evidently, your contagion has also disappeared in the past few days."

Lann looked at the liquid in the clay pot, unchanged in color even after mixing in the blood of a family of four, and stood up to announce that the treatment was over.

It must be said that scientific progress relies on the layered cooperation of a massive system, but Magic and Alchemy remain techniques that a single genius can lead and even transcend eras.

After creating a potion to enhance immunity with Alchemy, Lann crafted an alchemical version of an antigen test jar in just a few days.

The priest and his two guards showed a devout and relieved smile.

And the family of four spared from death began to laugh, cry, and embrace each other, releasing the stress from narrowly escaping a disaster.

"We will build a statue for you! Made of the finest stone and erected to meet the mountain peak!"

The priest loudly promised Lann.

"May we keep your magical jar? It might be useful in future epidemics!"

"Keep it if you want; it’s not particularly precious," Lann replied indifferently, as he began to pack his few personal belongings, preparing to leave.

"But I must clarify, this jar only identifies this particular epidemic and is ineffective against others; you can consider my Divine Power limited."

Lann didn’t explain terms like ’antigen’ or ’antibody’ to the priest, but rather adhered to practical principles, conveying in terms he could understand.

The Aegean Sea was basked in abundant and passionate sunlight, and the scorched earth that had been swept by flames had begun to sprout green shoots again.

Much like mythical legends, local mortals were clutching remnants of the ’Divine Artifact’ as they bid farewell to the hero who saved them from disaster.

"Will there be legends about you in the future, sir?"

Mentos inquired with keen interest from within Lann’s mind.

Lann appeared quite indifferent.

"Mythical legends tend to change every few centuries, don’t they? There’s hardly any space devoted to me, given this was merely an epidemic that swept through a small village. I was merely a passer-by who saved just seven lives."

But as he said this, the Demon Hunter involuntarily furrowed his brows.

This wasn’t due to dissatisfaction with the possible forgetting of his deeds, but rather other considerations.

"But according to our estimations, will this village’s epidemic really be confined to this single village?"

Lann sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Typhus is a disease mainly spread by rats and the insects upon them.

While the priests were burning the entire Kausos, they lacked the capability to thoroughly eliminate all the rats, livestock, and poultry fleeing from the fire.

The Greek World relies heavily on maritime transport; the swift and decisive actions of Lann and the priests may at best have saved only the island of Cephalonia.

Who can say where the rats and lice boarding ships would be carried?

"You shouldn’t be troubled by these things, sir. This is the norm of humans battling epidemics throughout the evolution of civilization. For a long time, medicine relied on the empirical science born from the deceased."

Mentos analyzed calmly, allowing Lann to temporarily set down the unease in his heart.

Having involved himself in the spread of the epidemic but unable to perfectly curb it left Lann feeling a frustrating sense of failure.

As his steps progressed, Kausos’s scorched earth gradually fell behind the Demon Hunter.

He returned to the stone monument he had erected.

Perhaps it was the miserable sight of Kausos from afar that deterred everyone intending to come, or perhaps it was the word ’epidemic’ on his monument.

Nevertheless, during the days Lann treated the epidemic, no one visited the village.

With a "bang," Lann toppled the monument, then drew the Lady of the Lake’s Sword to scrape off the engraved text, marking an end to his treatment and the epidemic in Kausos.

After accomplishing all this, as he was about to seek an account from Phoebe, the sound of a woman crying echoed from not far away.

Perhaps she had loved ones in Kausos, just like Phoebe?

Lann speculated in his mind.

He decided to go have a look.

Following the sound, Lann saw a cloaked person prostrated and kneeling on the path leading to Kausos.

She knelt at the boundary between Kausos and the outside world, before her lay scorched earth and gloom, while behind her were the sunshine and vegetation of the Aegean Sea.

Her voice was already hoarse, and her cloak was in tatters, looking as if she had been crying here night and day for a long time.

Even the most stone-hearted pirate of the Aegean Sea would have to utter ’This is truly a heartbroken woman’ upon witnessing this.

By Lann’s nature, even if he didn’t help the lady solve her trouble, at the very least he’d offer some consolation.

Indeed, he approached with this intention.

But as the Demon Hunter pushed aside olive branches and low shrub twigs in his path, drawing closer to the woman.

He became increasingly cautious as he approached.

What began as light steps transitioned into tentative half-footsteps.

Yet the woman seemed unaware, continuing her sorrowful cries even as the towering figure blocked out the sunlight beside her.

Lann calmly gazed down at the cloaked woman kneeling on the path.

"Have you been crying for a long time?"

"Boo hoo, yes, yes, my sister was in Kausos, she..."

But before the woman could explain her situation through her sobs, Lann interrupted her.

"But aside from this worn cloak indeed having endured for some time, the grass and lichens around you have been pressed down for less than half an hour, madam."

The Demon Hunter’s tone was flat and dispassionate, devoid of a hint of sympathy.

Which caused the woman’s cries and her bitter lamentation to gradually peter out.

Lann’s left hand rested on the knife sheath at his waist.

"Swish!"

A flash of bright silver light circled, and behind Lann, a ten-kilogram Pallas’s cat, its body severed in two, fell limply from the air, emitting a sharp wail.

This creature appeared round, resembling a fluffy cat ball.

But its claws and teeth have enough lethality on human skin in areas not well protected by armor.

Even if unable to bite a human neck, the injuries they inflict on legs, feet, and arms are sufficient for its master to gain advantage in battle.

And being small in stature, capturing or attacking it becomes a challenge.

Thus, among the top Mercenaries, besides lions, wild wolves, bears, and other tamed beasts, Pallas’s cats are also a choice.

And as a member of the distinguished Mercenaries, [Glinting] An You, nearly made her move simultaneously with her pet!

A short knife was drawn from the ragged cloak, and the instant it hit fresh air, violent flames burst into fierce blaze on its blade!