That woman, even though she was so anxious, still harbored goodwill. She knew she had contracted the plague and was afraid of infecting Leonard Churchill and Augustus, so she kept a distance.
Merlin, however, showed no pretentious airs of a master. He walked directly over and began examining the child's symptoms.
After a moment, he had roughly determined something and muttered: "It really is the Black Death."
Leonard Churchill watched closely from the side, observing at close range. The black spots on people's bodies were visible to the naked eye, like a bundle of contaminated foreign laws being rejected by the body.
Merlin continued: "But the situation isn't bad; this is the initial stage of infection. Treated promptly enough, there should be no major issues."
Upon hearing this, the woman's tear-filled eyes immediately shone with surprise. She repeatedly kowtowed: "Please, Master, save my daughter."
