Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 420 Jack the Ripper
When Owen seized the house, in the most mysterious Mithril Tower in Mithril City, a certain silver-white lady suddenly cast her Mithril-like pupils at a certain position, but after a while, she retracted her gaze.

"It doesn't matter, you will eventually pay the price."

At the same time, Owen also reacted, but he had expected it, and did not delay the next action.

To be able to detect his existence is at least a demigod, and not just an ordinary demigod.

But this is normal. If you want to create Mithril City and suppress this group of demons and ghosts, ordinary legends can't do it. Only demigods can do it.

Owen felt the ups and downs of each other's breath stimulated by someone's gaze, and sighed, this ghost place is really full of ghosts and snakes.

Because of the continuous expansion of the Holy Shield, the three major alliances in the Northland have long since lost the place for those evil people, and began to expand towards the Hundred Cities Alliance.

The Hundred Cities Alliance is actually a super-sized Northland Noble Alliance. Regardless of its size, the interior is just like that. It also faces many problems. Therefore, after seeing the effect of the Holy Shield in the Northland, some lords gradually signed a contract with it to join Among them, more and more evil people were forced to flee.

The move has gone viral, has become politically correct, and it has really worked.

But the evil will not disappear, it will only shift, and the lawless underground world has apparently become the new paradise for these evil people.

All kinds of blood sacrifices and illegal experiments are called by everyone in the surface world, but here, as long as the interests of the upper class are not harmed, no one cares how many poor people who cannot create value will die. Therefore, the famous evil organizations and believers in Mithril City The Cthulhu has at least two digits.

That is to say, these crooked poor people are not worth much in terms of flesh and blood. Except for novices, the real bosses don't like these things, and with their strength and status, they really dare to take these things Fooling the evil gods they believe in, that is the old birthday star who eats arsenic and thinks his life will be long.

Novices, that's the benefits for beginners given by the evil gods. Only when believers get a taste of the sweetness will they get deeper and deeper. Those old fried dough sticks can't do it. There is a crackling sound, otherwise these old fritters must be a sneaky trick.

"That's good, it's convenient for me to hide." Obviously, now Mithril City has more than one of him, and one less of him is quite a lot, so Owen put his consciousness on the target he had set before before he was exposed.

Jack, nicknamed the Ripper, is a somewhat well-known necromancer apprentice in Bloodsausage Lane on the Street of Bones. Regardless of his low professional level, even many formal necromancers praise him for his ability to dissect and suture, so he is willing to join him. He buys processed corpses here.

This is Owen's new identity, because this profession deals with the dead more than the living, and the necromancer has always been reticent, which is very suitable for him to hide his identity.

It's just that her physical fitness is too poor, her face is as pale as a dead person, only her hands are well maintained, and her slender fingers are so dexterous that the rich woman can smile when she sees it.

It's a pity that he was unwilling to just be a necromancer apprentice, and after taking a risky attempt, he decisively sent himself away, and was taken advantage of by Owen.

After the power of death that caused the death of the predecessor was restrained, the power of the shadow began to slowly seep into the body that was tossed and riddled with holes by the former owner.

During the repair process, Owen's brows jumped. Is this guy crazy?He actually performed so many transformation surgeries on his body. Although his craftsmanship was exquisite and the damage was minimized, he couldn't stand being with the corpses of the undead all day long. The fire of life was extinguished by himself.

Such a blind pursuit of power is simply dizzy.

But thinking about this ghostly place like Mithril City, not having power would be worse than death, so he shook his head and continued to repair the body carefully.

In fact, no matter how you repair it, it will be the same. The paper is generally tied, and it is such a broken foundation. In addition to using paper paste, it can also be inlaid with steel plates.

Owen simply fooled around, opened his eyes and began to look at the shop.

Bone Street was originally just a gathering place for undead spellcasters. Later, because of the increasing number, it led to the development of a whole set of industrial chains.

There is no way, as the number increases, the relevant market will naturally become larger and larger. In addition, the underground world is lawless, and it is normal to form an industrial chain. After all, even undead spellcasters are still spellcasters. When there is money and demand, forming an industry is a matter of course.

As for the predecessor, he was originally an apprentice of a certain undead spellcaster. Before he finished his studies, the teacher was turned into a handle by his opponent. It is estimated that the skull is now coiled in amber.

The predecessor was lucky enough to escape unharmed when he went out to do errands, but because he didn't dare to go back, he came to the Street of Bones to settle down.

This store was originally a private property of the teacher, and then it became his. Relying on the skills learned from the teacher, it specializes in disposing of corpses.

Because of the exclusive secret recipe, the corpses treated by him have a long-lasting corrosion resistance, so the business is not bad.

But after all, it's just a corpse, so you can't make much money at all. If you want to use this to obtain resources to advance, you are purely delusional, so there is a scene of taking risks and playing yourself to death.

Owen moved his body, familiarized himself with the body and the environment at the same time, and walked around the store.

This is a typical single-family two-story house with an attic cellar. The area is not small, but it is full of things. For example, the first floor is full of coffins and ossuaries. Medicinal solution and the corpse carefully wrapped in a shroud.

These are all products in the store. Judging from the appearance, they are not bad. Occasionally, the damaged places have been carefully repaired and stitched. No wonder they have a little reputation.

At the back of the first floor is the workshop, or the dissection room, where the corpses will undergo preliminary treatment. For example, those that are severely decomposed will be processed into bones, and then soaked in corpse oil. The internal organs are then soaked in the embalming liquid.

The latter is obviously a handicraft, removing excess internal organs without damaging the musculoskeletal and appearance, not everyone can do it, no wonder there is a nickname of the Ripper.

The disassembled parts will be thrown into the cellar, fed to the monsters inside, and then the bones that have completed the preliminary processing will be sent to the second floor through the elevator for the next step of processing.

Owen stood on the lifting frame that was infiltrated by corpse oil and putrefaction, and he couldn't help but rejoice again that his predecessor's sense of smell had long since died, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to stay for a moment.

Thinking of this, he turned the turntable and raised the lifting frame to the second floor through ropes and pulleys.

Compared with the first floor, where the smell can almost permeate people, the second floor is more refined. There is a slightly old and large desk in front of the window. In addition to the shelves filled with various organs and bottles of weird animals and plants, The table with the metal surface in the middle is the most conspicuous, and there are many tools neatly placed on the mobile table beside it that make people want to tell the truth at a glance.

(End of this chapter)