"Get back inside! Lord Mel is already fighting the plague. All you need to do is stay home, maintain proper hygiene, and designated personnel will deliver food to your door."
"No!" Some unruly commoners still tried to rush out of the city, and the gathering crowd pressed forward.
Naturally, the Commoner Army would not indulge them. Sometimes, people who refused to listen could only be taught with a good beating.
Six strikes per second. The troublemakers instantly behaved themselves. This was not even the Commoner Army's limit; it was merely the speed that best demonstrated their loyalty to Lord Mel.
"Get back inside! Stay home, wash yourselves properly, and disinfect with alcohol every day!"
The soldiers could now understand Mel. Even while handling corpses, they changed their clothes and masks every day and disinfected themselves with alcohol and lime. As a result, the plague had not spread rapidly through the army, and they began to believe that Lord Mel's orders were effective.
The number of infected people continued to rise, but compared with a completely uncontrolled outbreak, this slow rate of increase remained manageable.
Every day, corpses from the quarantine zone were hauled away and burned.
During this time, Mel issued another decree: the entire country would begin screening for suspicious individuals.
The recent chaos had made him realize that it was time to separate the city guards and establish a dedicated police force.
Though the army could intervene in such matters at any time, professional work should be left to professionals. The army was better suited to the battlefield.
In the days that followed, Mel continued inspecting the entire country while using magic to reinforce the roads. The pace was not fast, but given enough time, every road in the nation could be repaired.
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