Alien world

Chapter 92. 91. Part of the Truth Revealed

A simple carriage bumped along the forest path.

A dull moan of pain sounded, and the embarrassed figure clutching his forehead sat up from the carriage.

Francois, who had a splitting headache, suppressed the indescribable nausea, and stared at the mottled surroundings with stiff and sour eyeballs.

The terrifying shadows passing by and the hoarse and screaming mounts turned into straight and tall birch trees and crunching wheels with the clarity of sight and consciousness.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake."

A voice sounded, and the other people in the carriage cast strange gazes at him.

"Where am I..."

Whenever Francois tried to recall what had happened, there would be a tearing pain in his skull.

"We're almost at Breeze City." The man who spoke to him was full of vicissitudes of life, "I've been away from my hometown for more than ten years, and I'm finally back..."

"What time is it now……"

"It's just dawn."

The canopy of trees on either side of the road distinguishes the shadows from the shimmering dawn.

Francois closed his eyelids, and tears moistened his dry eyeballs, which were suffering from a headache.

"what happened……"

"We still want to ask you." The still vicissitudes of life man said, "You passed out after rushing from the woods to the road, if you didn't see that your clothes didn't look like poor people, you would have been left behind...we saved you , how do you want to repay—”

Horrible memories suddenly exploded in his mind. François recalled something, and murmured out of order: "Dead...all dead..."

The other passengers gloated—the simplest joys often stem from the misfortunes of others.

Francois stopped trembling suddenly, blood and tears leaked out of his eyes, his handsome face was full of ferocity, he raised his head and shouted at everyone: "I am a scavenger, go back to Breeze City, the rat wave is invading the northern border!!!"

……

"We don't know anything, we're just civilians—"

Annan, who heard that François had returned, rushed to the city gate, just in time to meet a scavenger taking away the civilians in the carriage.

The carriage of the emblem of the King of the North was blocked by the scavenger, but Francois found him and greeted Annan.

"What happened?"

"A pleasant surprise." The embarrassed Francois had an excited look on his face: "We found that the Ratman held a feast of rotting flesh and blood near the place where you were attacked. In order to send the news, we scattered and retreated, but I just ran to I saw this convoy on the side of the road. I was worried that they were Ratmen in disguise, so I found an excuse to sneak in and test it..."

Annan handed him a handkerchief.

"thanks……"

Flattered, Francois took the handkerchief and wiped the blood from his cheek. "Thinking about it now, it was too exaggerated."

The blood and tears are real, and pricking the eyelids does the trick, but a scavenger isn't supposed to react that way.

"A Feast of Rotten Flesh?"

It sounded chilling. Annan was worried about Pinglin Town not far from there, "Pinglin Town is nearby, so there won't be any accidents, right?"

"Please rest assured that the banquet of rotting flesh and blood is just a ritual and feast for the Ratmen to communicate with each other." François first greeted his "colleagues" the scavenger, followed Annan in the carriage, and described in detail how he met after departure. He also said that traces of dragon's breath were found.

Annan once thought that the mage's robe was only picked up by the blue dragon or ghost from the location of the attack.

Seems blue dragons are involved?

Then, in order to escape from the feast, Francois and the scavengers disguised themselves as ratmen, participated in the feast, and ate the carrion——

Rather than the nausea and stench, the biggest problem is that blessed rotting flesh brings corruption.

Annan lamented that the baron had paid too much, and Francois smiled indifferently: "It's nothing, it's for you to help me wash away the shame..."

"...What are you going to do next?" Annan was silent for a while, and changed the subject.

"Go to the Scavenger headquarters first." Francois said, "Although the purification potion has been taken in advance, we still need to check."

"Need me to come with you?"

"Of course!"

Francois told Groom the location of Scavenger's headquarters, then asked, "Did your investigation at the dinner go well?"

"Nothing was found...but there is some progress." Thinking of this, Annan asked, "Do you know Earl Morgan?"

"Earl Morgan is a member of the royal family, but he died of old age a few days ago, why would you ask him?"

"I met his wife at the banquet."

Annan told François about his contact with the Countess and his plan to investigate the attack through her.

"You said the countess wanted to paint a portrait of you?" As a result, Francois was scared out of the honorific.

"Is there a problem?" Annan was puzzled by his reaction.

"It's a big problem. It is said that Earl Morgan and his wives will paint a portrait before they get married..."

"You mean 'portrait' is a marriage spell?"

"That's not true, the magic spell is not so cheap, but it may be a...tradition." Francois tentatively asked: "Have you drawn it yet?"

"not yet."

Annan shook his head and said, "...my sister sent a letter with a crow messenger, so I left the banquet early."

Francois felt a little sorry for Annan.

The power left by a dead earl is incomparable to that of the King of the North, but in Breeze City, there are not many people willing to provoke him.

……

The carriage that entered the park stopped in front of a wooden house.

"Is this the Scavenger headquarters?"

Annan asked Francois, who had jumped off the carriage, and was incomprehensible after getting the answer: "Are they working on the grass?"

Francois said mysteriously: "You will find out soon."

Taking Annan to the front of the wooden house, an old man in dirty linen clothes was holding a book and leaning against the leaky wooden house.

It's just that Annan was stopped outside.

Francois solemnly introduced to him: "Standing in front of you is Annan Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the North who guarded the North and expelled the tide of demons, beasts, and rats. "

The old man drooped his eyelids: "Where's the badge?"

"No."

"No badge no entry."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you here."

Annan watched curiously as Francois slipped into the hut, and then disappeared without a trace as if swallowed by darkness.

Attention falls on the old man.Annan didn't feel the aura similar to Augusta Olmedo from him.Getting a little closer, his eyes scanned the words on the book——

【Padilla bit the pink grape...】

"Um……"

Annan returned to the carriage, but never waited for Francois to appear.

Later, a scavenger came and told Annan that François was slightly corrupt and needed to be cleansed.

In any case, Francois' trip confirmed one thing: the attack on the King in the North was indeed related to the Ratmen.

After driving back to the manor, the head maid handed Annan a letter as soon as he returned to the bedroom.

"A maid who claimed to be the Earl's Manor sent you this letter."

(End of this chapter)