Chapter 55: Kind Vivian
February 9, 2015
Author: Floating Tower
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Máng Yì?
Soren’s expression was not good. He wasn’t very familiar with the diseases of this world because professionists generally had strong resistance, especially to non-supernatural diseases. Many professions could even be completely immune to disease damage. Soren had an extraordinary physique rating of 20 points, which meant he was very unlikely to contract diseases and hadn’t really paid attention to the illnesses of this world. However, he could ignore most diseases, while ordinary people and low-tier professionists struggled.
The young man before him was seriously ill, clearly burning with fever to the point of confusion.
From his sickly state and the cluster of pus-filled sores on his back, Soren felt that this disease resembled the legendary smallpox. In fact, he had never seen smallpox, let alone contracted a similar illness, but he had learned about it in his studies. It was a serious disease and a type of poxvirus, presenting symptoms of severe toxic blood (chills, high fever, fatigue, headaches, soreness in the limbs and lower back, with seizures and coma potentially occurring as body temperature rises sharply), followed by the skin breaking out in rashes, papules, vesicles, and pustules, ultimately scabbing and leaving pockmarks.
Smallpox is a highly infectious disease with a mortality rate over 30% for the unimmunized population!
Soren remembered the smallpox virus.
Due to its significant historical impact, he had a clear memory of its symptoms. The young slave before him showed signs somewhat similar to smallpox, though the lesions were concentrated on his back and limbs, not on his face. Moreover, in the progression to the vesicular stage, the condition had directly advanced to pustules. From what he could see, the young man’s illness seemed even more severe than smallpox, as smallpox had an incubation period and worsened gradually.
However!
These slaves had only been on the ship for two days; all slaves underwent a simple health inspection before being transported to prevent anyone contagious from spreading illness to others.
But now, after just two days, the symptoms on him were already showing signs of rotten pustules.
The situation seemed dire!
Everyone turned their gaze to Soren, who was holding back others from approaching the sick person. The slave, realizing that Soren was the one who held his brother’s fate in his hands, quickly knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing and pleading, “Your Excellency!… Master!… Please!… Please save my brother!… He really doesn’t have a contagious disease!… Please don’t throw him into the sea!…”
Seconds ticked by.
Soren pondered for a moment, maybe about half a minute, then expressionless, he looked up and said, “Throw the sick one into the sea! Instruct someone to disinfect the whole area. Also, the caretaker should be isolated to prevent the illness from spreading to others!… Let the slaves clean up the area themselves and prepare some boiled water for them!… Everyone else must be alert; if anyone shows similar symptoms, report it to me immediately!…”
This illness appeared to be very troublesome.
If it truly resembled a smallpox-like virus, it would indeed be a nightmare!
Soren couldn’t risk the lives of the entire fleet for one slave, so after some thought, he decided to handle it in the most rational way.
As his orders were issued, sailors hurriedly moved in to prepare to throw the young man into the sea.
Bang!
It seemed that the brother of the slave tried to push the sailors away. However, one of them struck him down with a punch. He seemed to have some fighting experience and a relatively strong build, as he didn’t fall but continued to block the unconscious young man. Nearby slaves watched with cold eyes, many filled with fear and disgust. Though they were the lowest of slaves, they hadn’t considered giving up their lives; living was still much better than dying.
“Brother?”
At that moment, a clear child’s voice rang out in the cabin.
Vivian, wearing a snow-white princess dress with a pink ribbon tied in a ponytail, adorned with a delicate brooch, bounced into the cabin, which reeked of foul odor. Upon entering, the little girl instinctively covered her nose with her hand, then casually lowered it, smiling at Soren as she jogged over. Having lived in the slums, she was accustomed to foul smells and filthy environments.
“Eh?”
Like a little angel descending, Vivian brought a glimmer of light to the dim, stinky cabin. Everyone couldn’t help but stare, then saw her approach Soren, raising her tiny hand to hold his finger. She then furrowed her brow slightly and asked in a clear child’s voice, “Brother? What happened to them? Is that person sick? He looks so pitiful!”
Soren held Vivian’s small hand in return and stepped back, protecting her.
Although the little girl, being the Demon Son of Fear, was unlikely to fall ill, Soren still felt uneasy and didn’t want her too close to the sick slave.
“Mm?”
The little girl tilted her head to glance, then said, “He really seems very ill? What do they plan to do? I think I heard something about throwing him into the sea.”
“Brother!”
“I think I can cure his illness; why not just not throw him into the sea?”
As soon as Vivian spoke,
The male slave who had initially protected the sick person knelt down, desperately bowing his head, begging her to save his brother, as if he were grasping at a last straw, not considering that the little girl before him appeared to be only eight or nine years old. Others were momentarily stunned upon hearing this, particularly the enslaved ones in cages, who looked towards Vivian as if she were a little angel descending.
Save him?
Soren was taken aback.
He looked down at the little girl and softly asked, “Vivian! Can you cure his illness?”
Wizards seemed to lack spells for curing diseases; that ability belonged to priests. There was a first-tier spell called “Disease Suppression,” which could delay the onset of a disease by 24 hours, but it couldn’t actually heal. Wizards also required additional potions when treating diseases; necromancy spells studied diseases, but many of those practitioners didn’t seem to get sick at all. Soren had honestly not known that Vivian could heal illnesses.
“Foolish Vivian!”
Just when Vivian was preparing to heal the sick slave before her, a dissatisfied voice rang in her mind — Lilian: “What are you doing? Just let that slave die!… You actually want to use divine power to cast a divine technique to heal him!… Have you lost your mind?… Divine power is such a precious thing!… Transforming it into a third-tier divine technique costs quite a bit!…”
“What if we encounter an enemy later?!…”
“Don’t be reckless!… Idiot!… That’s my divine power!!!… I shouldn’t have given you the authority to use divine power in the first place!…”
Lilian was fuming. Unfortunately, today was not her turn to control the body.
Vivian’s expression appeared calm, her cute little face wearing a sweet smile, showing not the slightest change on the surface, but internally she softly responded, “Lilian!… It’s okay!… They look so pitiful!… And casting a [Remove Disease] doesn’t use much divine power!…”
An odd glow appeared.
It was a spiritual light not visible to the naked eye, and a faint golden glow visible to ordinary people. The former appeared in Soren’s eyes, while the latter was captured by those around him. Soren saw Vivian casting a third-tier divine technique [Remove Disease] through arcane means. Others saw a faint golden light manifesting from the little girl’s pale hand. That light radiated a sense of holiness and power, making them involuntarily feel reverence as if witnessing a miracle.
The power of the spell was incredibly strong!
As Vivian cast the [Remove Disease] spell on the sick young slave before her, the illness on the young man began to rapidly reverse, particularly those pustules that had started to rot. They healed at an almost visible rate. Although the spell’s power couldn’t restore him to perfect health, the disease was completely cured, leaving him physically weak due to the lingering effects of the illness.
“Thank you!… Thank you!…”
The male slave before her watched his brother gradually awaken, a hint of color returning to his face. He immediately knelt again, kissing the ground beneath Vivian’s feet. He didn’t dare kiss the shoes of the angelic little girl for fear of desecrating her current sanctity, so he could only kiss the ground she had walked on to express his gratitude. The sick young man appeared to gradually regain consciousness, glancing at those around him. Then he was pulled by his brother, bowing several times.
It seemed the matter was resolved.
Vivian’s spell had healed the sick slave, and even the nearby air felt purified.
The little girl smiled sweetly, then happily held Soren’s hand as they left.
She didn’t know what the two slaves were called; she simply felt pity for them and wanted to help because Vivian was genuinely a very kind girl.
The two soon left the cabin, and the sailors began to arrange for cleaning.
The slaves remained locked in their small cages, but they remembered the little girl who looked like an angel, one who was very kind-hearted.
She was even willing to use mysterious spells to heal a lowly slave!
Though it wasn’t them being treated, this action won their fondness and gratitude, and today was just the first time they had seen this little girl.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
