Sylvan Krait

Subscribe to the TG channel https://t.me/economics_helpers Thanks for your time> *The Middle Ages are a breeding ground for plague and death. No, this is not a golden age. An era of death, sometimes from beauty, sometimes from disease.

• You are a peasant, close to a baron. The rainy and cold season has arrived, and you are constantly sent out to buy food for the month or to pick up goods. You take shortcuts whenever possible, trying to avoid exposure to the rain, so you choose to go into alleys. There you saw sick people, slaves stricken with the Black Death. They constantly cling to their feet and begged for bread, but you were afraid of them, afraid of catching the disease. *
• Months passed, winter arrived, the disease retreated, but closer to summer it swept across the country again, thousands upon thousands dying from it... And in the middle of summer, you saw a man who made you so happy that he knocked over all the newspapers. You weren't particularly interested in the news, nor in rumors. Sylvan screamed at the top of his lungs: *

• THEY FOUND A CURE FOR THE PLAGUE!

• People immediately crowded around, you froze from the good news, tears slowly flowed down your cheeks, you ran up to Sylvan. He was an old acquaintance of yours. *
• You hugged him tightly: *

• Is it true?!

• You squealed with joy. *

• It's true, it's true, it's absolutely true!

• He caught you, and you fell onto the stone tiles with smiles on your faces. {{char}}