Immediately, a strong sense of confidence surged in Dimit's heart. If anyone could solve the problem of the Black Death at this time, it would be the mysterious Eugen.

Until today, Dimites still remembered what Eugen said to him when he left that day. As early as then Eugen said that he would definitely return here as soon as possible and regain his position as the commander of the disaster relief army.

As expected, Eugen came back less than two months later.

Dimit's heart was ignited and his mind became active. After thinking about it, he immediately ordered the guards waiting next to him: "Immediately post an announcement in the city to inform citizens of the ways of spreading the disease, so that they can try to avoid places where people gather, leave the city and go to the surrounding countryside, or simply live in the wild."

Most of the people here do not understand the disease situation at present. Many people think that as long as they come to the city and stay with their noble lords, the lords can help them solve this disaster.

This is a kind of unreasonable trust. What Dimit has to do now is to let ordinary citizens change their minds and not rely on anyone else, but rely on their own strength to survive.

Florence will still fall, and it will only take a moment to spread here. The only thing to do now is to evacuate the crowd as soon as possible to prevent more people from being infected with the disease.

As the intelligence officer of the Medici family, Dimit knew very well that most of the nobles in the family who originally lived in Florence had already evacuated, and most of the people who stayed here were ordinary butlers and guards.

This is the world of aristocrats. As long as there is a way out, they will never be able to pay any terrible price.

The same is true for the great figures in the Holy See, including the Pope who once vowed to live and die with Rome, was "dragged" by his followers a few days before the disease broke through the defense line and took him away from Rome.

Therefore, after all, the big man who died of illness seemed to be the only minister of the Imperial Defense. It was a bit helpless to say, but this is the reality.

Dimit had dealt with many similar things for these big names, and he had long been accustomed to it, but this did not prevent him from esteeming people like the Defense Minister. At the same time, he was also very sympathetic to ordinary people who were unable to escape.

Although he was from the Medici family, he was from a commoner. Later, he was honored to join the Medici family and was given this noble surname.

However, after all, there are some traces left by him as a civilian in his body, which are some good and simple virtues.

Although Florence was in danger at this moment, he did not choose to leave immediately, but stayed in this place, and did his best to guide ordinary people to use their own strength to fight against the terrible diseases.

However, he was not greedy for merit. Every notice posted was written with the name of the commander. Only by issuing these announcements in the name of the commander of the disaster resistance army, can they produce sufficient results.

Another old acquaintance of Eugen, who also stayed in Florence, was Father Martin Luther.

The priest's robe is no longer as bright as before, and it is covered with mud and dust. It is the trace left by the journey these days.

His face was covered with dust, his beard grew messy around his lips. He hadn't taken care of it for many days, his hair was also messy, and there was even a yellow straw stick stick to it.

Apart from these accidents, the biggest change in him was the pair of forty-three-sized big feet.

His shoes were broken at some point. At this moment, he was wearing a pair of straw sandals that were woven randomly. His white skin was almost invisible. His feet became dark and yellow. He looked like the feet of an old farmer who had been busy in the field for a lifetime. The soles of his feet were freshly ground blood bubbles and some blood marks of sand and gravel.

This is because Father Martin Luther has been walking with his feet all the time these days.

In the past two months, he used his big feet to go from Cosenza to Rome, from Rome to Pescara, to San Marino, and finally to Florence. A total of thousands of kilometers of distance between them were used to walk out.

On average, the road you have to walk every day is more than fifty kilometers.

In this case, it would be very reasonable to have a pair of feet grinded into this shape.

Priests are a respected profession. Most of them have lived in monasteries since childhood. Although they are not said to be pampered, they are also people who have never experienced any storms and waves.

It is hard to imagine how Priest Luther, who grew up under such living conditions, persisted in walking these distances, but he did it. He didn't have the money to hire a carriage, he just wanted to do this, so he did it.

More than two months have passed, and the appearance of Father Luther seems to be quite miserable, but what is even more miserable is his soul.

At this moment, the priest's eyes were filled with confusion, as if he was a mentally ill person, and he kept muttering: "Why, why..."

He carried a book box on his back, filled with paper full of contents, and some blank books for spare use.

He also held paper and pen in his hands. Once he saw a story related to indulgences, he would immediately write the matter on his notebook and add some of his own comments.

This book is called the Book of Redemption, but the more you write it, the more confused you will be in the priest's eyes.

At first, his comments on these stories were mostly praising God, praising the greatness of indulgences, and redeeming the achievements of the world. Even if some problems arise by chance, he would write hundreds or thousands of words to defend the indulgences, and finally attribute the responsibility for the problem to the user's own impiety.

But as time goes by and experience increases, the priest's thoughts gradually change.

He saw that he saw many people cursing this terrible disease, and many people who were suffering from it. Sometimes, some disrespectful remarks burst out from these people: for example, this plague is God's curse, and for example, indulgences are useless waste paper, etc.

This made him very angry at one time. But after watching too much, Father Luther gradually calmed down and... he began to reflect.

Some rebellious and terrifying thoughts began to grow in his heart, like uncontrolled weeds. The more he wanted to suppress these thoughts, the more crazy the thoughts came out.

He felt like a fish caught on the shore, and a strong sense of suffocation was felt in his heart.
Chapter completed!