As the days passed, the weather gradually grew hotter.
For ordinary commoners, warmer weather was a good thing. It was warm, they did not need to wear so many clothes, and it made work more convenient. But for the migrants, hotter weather was not good. In the heat, people sweated easily, tired easily, and fell ill easily.
Especially once the weather turned hot, mosquitoes and insects multiplied, and all sorts of infectious diseases began to spread. If a large-scale epidemic broke out among such densely packed crowds, it would be nothing short of a disaster.
One day, Akane sought out Sui Xiong and told him worriedly that there were already signs of a plague outbreak among the noble faction's migrant convoy.
A plague, so called, was in fact an infectious disease that spread readily and caused serious harm to the human body.
Sui Xiong frowned when he heard this and asked, "Is the God of Plague coming to stir up trouble too?"
"There is no sign of Him for now, but He must have noticed already," Akane said. "The situation is very dangerous. The merchant faction's migrant convoy is somewhat better off, but the noble faction's convoy is practically walking along the edge of a cliff. One light shove, and they will fall and be smashed to pieces."
"I'm worried... if a plague breaks out, even half of them dying would be getting off lightly!"
By this point, His face was full of deep concern.
As a deity inclined toward goodness and order, even though His relationship with the noble faction was poor, He still did not wish to see innocent commoners harmed.
Even if these commoners were the very foundation of the noble faction, and their deaths would leave the noble faction badly crippled, it made no difference.
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