The young prince frowned and asked, and the royal guard Farric also raised his head and glanced. He walked aside and asked a few local knights, then quickly returned to Alsace and said to the prince:

"That's the smoke produced by the Crown Pharmacist Company when it's brewing this year's fertilizer. It's said to be a normal phenomenon."

"Fertilizer?"

Alsace shook his head. He had heard about the series of agricultural measures promoted by His Majesty the Emperor, but he had no favorable impression at all of the undead in southern Xinjiang.

"It's another damn thing created by the undead."

The young prince shook his head, drank a glass of cold water, and was about to return to the military camp to start the afternoon training. But at this moment, on the grass outside the military camp, a horse's cry made the prince turn around. He saw several people.

The knights ran outside the camp, and a moment later, they returned to the camp carrying a young man who was trembling all over.

"Who is he? Do you know him?"

The prince walked to the knights who were rescuing him. Faced with his question, one of the knights replied:

"Your Highness, this child has been coming to see us train every day recently. He seems to want to join the Knights, but he is... too thin. It is said that he lives on the farm in the north and is a local native."

"Then what happened to him?"

Alsace looked down at the young man and found that the thin young man's face was sallow and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He seemed to be sick.

"I don't know, but it looks like he was poisoned."

The paladin who specializes in healing wrapped his hands around the holy light and tried to help the painful young man remove the toxin. After more than ten seconds, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and disgusting foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but

But he firmly grasped the wrist of the rescuing Paladin and said with difficulty:

"Poisonous! The smoke...the medicine...is poisonous, help...save my father..."

"Um?"

When Alsace heard these intermittent words, he almost immediately raised his head and looked at the increasingly thick fog in the northern sky. The next moment, he squatted down, held little Dalson's hand, and shouted loudly:

"Kid, tell me...where are you from?"
Chapter completed!