A Core Ship From The Start-Chapter 875 - 615 Northern Land_2

So right now, the atmosphere of the city could only be described as very heavy...as for Lady Eribeth, she was moved to the Temple of Tyler after the attack occurred.

Later, led by the guards, Duanmu Huai met Lady Eribeth in the Temple of Tyler.

"Greetings, brave adventurer, though you are a bit late, I still wish to extend my welcome to you," she said.

The figure that appeared before Duanmu Huai was that of a slender woman with pointed ears and shoulder-length hair.

Hmm, an Elf serving as a Sacred Knight was indeed a rarity.

Could she be a Half-elf?

However, at this moment, the beautiful countenance of Eribeth was marked by a trace of fatigue, the reason for which was quite obvious, as the great hall of the Temple of Tyler was filled with straw mats. Upon these mats, the raggedly dressed sick coughed incessantly while the nurses tending to them were also visibly busy.

It seemed these people were likely the patients of the Wailing Death.

"As you can see, our situation is not very good..." she said.

"I understand."

Duanmu Huai nodded and then looked towards the patients nearby.

"Can’t the Priests and Clerics heal them?" he asked.

"Yes, fortunately, we have found a way, but...there are still problems at hand. Your arrival gives me some relief," she replied.

"Are you hoping I will look for the lost pet of Neverwinter City?" he inquired.

"No, I have already sent others to deal with that," Eribeth shook her head.

"What I hope for you is to investigate the plague——in fact, even before the outbreak, there were rumors claiming our enemies released it intentionally to destroy the city. Of course, we considered it merely hearsay at the time, but after this attack, we’ve begun to suspect there might be some truth to it. Therefore, I’d like you to conduct an investigation into this issue."

"Hold on, Eribeth."

Just then, a grumpy old man beside her, frowning deep, stared at Duanmu Huai and interrupted her.

"You shouldn’t do this. We know nothing about this warrior! How can you blindly trust him?" he complained.

"Dessel, you are wrong to say that," a man who also seemed to be a Half-elf beside Eribeth intervened.

"We need manpower now. To thoroughly understand the plague, we need more people like him to serve Neverwinter City."

"Humph," the man called Dessel snorted coldly.

"I still have to say, we should have faith in our fellow believers of Heim, not an unproven outsider."

"Believers of Heim?" Upon seeing the emblem of the vigilant eye on Dessel’s chest, Duanmu Huai scoffed.

He was not the kind of good child who would stand still and listen to lectures.

"Ah, I’ve heard of you. You and your Deity are known to be paranoid fools more likely to cause harm than good. For a joke like you to even discuss the word ’trust’ is quite audacious," he retorted.

As a player, he was now quite familiar with this world, a realm abound with many Deities, and it was one of the players’ favorites. In the history of this world, there was an interesting story.

Long ago, the Three Gods of Death stole the Destiny Tablet held by the God of gods, AO, in an attempt to uncover its secrets and gain power surpassing other Deities. When AO discovered the theft, he was enraged and decreed that all the gods must descend in the form of Saints and were not to return until the Tablet was found.

Thus began the Time of Troubles. The gods were forced to walk the earth, and while even in their Saintly forms they were still more powerful than mere mortiles, they were not Undead. Many Deities perished during those tumultuous years.

And then there’s this joke about Heim.

After the deities descended, AO ordered Heim to guard the passageway from the Plane of Major Material back to the Outer Planes. At that time, the Magic Goddess Mistra was imprisoned by one of the Three Gods of Death, Ban, but she was later rescued. She hurried back to the Outer Planes, wanting to tell AO that it was the Three Gods of Death who had stolen the Tablets of Fate.

However, Heim, guarding the passage, stubbornly refused to let Mistra pass, which led to a conflict. Although Mistra was the Magic Goddess, she was only a Saint at that time, while Heim was a fully-fledged deity. In the end, Heim killed Mistra, resulting in what could have been a quickly resolved Year of Upheaval dragging on for much longer. It wasn’t until a mortal named Sherrick found the Tablets of Fate that the Year of Upheaval finally came to an end, and the gods returned to their rightful places.

Because of this story, players often mocked Heim, with ridicules like "Look at what you’ve protected after all" being abundant. Moreover, Heim and his followers never did anything positive, epitomizing those inept in success and yet abundant in failure. For this reason, players in this world would generally steer clear of Heim Believers whenever they encountered them.

After all, this was a deity officially recognized as an incompetent teammate—so naturally, those who worship him must be the same.

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s mockery, Dessel immediately flew into a rage.

"How dare you show disrespect towards Heim?"

"What’s there to respect about a bunch of trash? If you have the guts, let Heim’s Saint descend right here, and I’ll twist off his head in front of you!"

"You—————!"

"Enough, this is not the time for quarreling."

Seeing Dessel about to draw his sword, the man intervened once again.

"What we need to do now is to suppress the chaos, maintain order, and investigate the truth! Not turn on each other here!"

"But the attack on the academy has already made everything worse! Vanswick!"

Dessel glared at the latter, seething with anger.

"Once everyone realizes that Lady Eribeth lacks confidence, they will know she’s incapable of curing the plague!"

"Dessel!"

Upon hearing this, Vanswick’s voice also rose significantly.

"I will not allow you to question my faith in true love! Lady Eribeth is in charge of this matter, appointed personally by Lord Nasher, and we have no right to discuss it."

"......Hmph."

Dessel snorted coldly and turned to leave. Only then did Vanswick sigh and look towards Duanmu Huai.

"I apologize, please do forgive Dessel. The plague has cost us dearly, even more than the losses incurred in its treatment."

"I’d advise you to keep a close eye on him. Based on my experience, followers of Heim tend to screw things up."

Duanmu Huai also glanced at that fool before turning back to Eribeth.

"So, can we start taking action now?"

"Of course, but before we leave, I hope you can meet with the others first. We have organized an investigation team, so I hope you can join them."

"Hmm, no problem."

"That’s good."

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s response, Eribeth breathed a sigh of relief.

"I’ll leave it in your hands then."

After saying this, Eribeth also left, and then Vanswick approached.

"Follow me, adventurer; I will take you to meet the others, and then you can start your mission."