The final gentleman

William stared at the tower that was only visible in the darkness, and he began to think about something in his heart.

One thing he was sure of was that if the city lord was still alive, his strength would be absolutely terrifying, and he might even reach the regular baseline of a circus chief.

After all, the other party was a figure from ancient times, and he was personally recognized by the Lord of the Cancer Palace by killing the Cancer Knight, not to mention that he was inextricably linked to the moon.

Even if he has been decadent for so many years, he will not get any weaker.

In William's opinion, the tower is not accessible for the time being, otherwise the people might be gone before they go to the abyss.

"Keith, has this city lord never left the tower since the moon burst?"

"Anyway, I have never seen the City Lord since I was born, and the rumors are the same... The destruction of the moon completely extinguished the fire in the City Lord's heart, sealing him in the Dark Moon Tower forever.

There is also a rumor that the city lord participated in that war and killed many invaders. Due to his injuries, he stayed in the tower to rest for many years.

With the fall of the moon, the city lord wanted to create a new moon with his own power, but so far he has been unable to do so because the rules of the old world have been blocked and no new things can be born.

In the same way, the city lord became increasingly depressed and did not care about worldly affairs. "

"Um."

William also contacted the guy hiding in his body who had not dared to speak since entering the city.

"Little Grape, is your plague sensor in this tower?" 』

"No...this tower is no longer on the left side.

It should be a more conspicuous place. After all, even if I am completely hidden now, I can still have a strong sense. 』

After getting the answer from Xiao Guo, William breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't about this tower, it was easy to talk about anything.

"Keith, I seem to smell a very strong smell of plague, and it seems to be coming from the left side."

"Ah! You can smell all this? As expected of the boss, the stone used in the [Plague-bed] is second only to the tower, and it is basically completely enclosed. Logically speaking, you shouldn't smell any smell. "

"[Plague Bed]?"

"Yes... because the city lord has sealed himself in the tower and does not care about worldly affairs.

Rat City slowly became chaotic. With no one to manage it, the adjutant of the former city lord stepped forward.

He determined that the old world after the war was about to undergo fusion, and various resources would become more and more precious. The Cancer Palace itself had also been severely damaged, and there was no way to worry about this remote rat city.

If you want to survive in the world after the war, you must make changes, so you promulgate the "Code of Proliferation and Plague" in an attempt to create a plague city that is self-sufficient and has a certain strength.

The Plague Bed is the core building in this transformation. It was built by the adjutant himself and is also his own fortress.

It is specially used for the research and development of plague. Any ratman in Rat City who shows potential in 'infectious diseases' will be taken there.

The so-called ‘potential’ is not just those who are talented in disease infection,

Every month, there will be a plague 'quarantine officer' who collects blood samples from every household. As long as new infectious species are found in the blood, the plague bed will be removed directly.

There is a very small chance that this rat will become a quarantine officer.

And in most cases, the chosen guy will never be seen.

It is also because of the existence of plague beds that plague rains fall on Rat City every day and high walls made of corpses are built. Even if someone comes to Rat City with the idea of ​​​​mining, they will eventually leave because they cannot bear the plague. "

William asked with some confusion:

"Even if the entire city's ecology, governance and other factors have changed... the city lord of the Dark Moon Tower still has no movement? Not even a verbal instruction?"

"No."

"Okay, by the way, can we go to the so-called [Plague Bed] to have a look?"

"This... is not good~ I just said that once the rats are selected by the Plague Bed, they basically never return, and it is an important area second only to the Dark Moon Tower.

There’s nothing I can do about my current relationship…”

Seeing the embarrassment on Keith's face, William no longer felt embarrassed and gently patted the other person's shoulder, "Okay, then we won't go! That's the end of today's guidance. Go back and we'll stay at your house tonight."

"No problem, but the environmental conditions in my home are relatively poor. A big shot like you, boss, might not be able to get used to it."

"It's okay. When I was young, I had no one I could trust. On the contrary, the rats in the dark corners could become friends with me, and I would sometimes sleep with them."

【Civil Area】

Every ten meters or so on the roadside near the city wall, there is a hole covered with wooden boards.

Open one of the tunnel planks and go down the damp and dark passage to the home of the white mouse Keith, or it may be more appropriately described as a mouse nest.

The oval space structure is only 2 meters high, and the space is only about 30 square meters.

What William didn't expect was that there was another white-haired mouse living down here, wearing a neater white skirt with embroidered patches. It was cleaner than most of the civilians William had seen along the way.

"Husband, is this the 'big boss' you talk about? Teresa has met your Excellency."

The female rat, who was over mid-year-old, actually held up the hem of her skirt with both hands and saluted William. The latter also instinctively took off his hood and put his right hand on his chest in return.

"Teresa quickly vacate our room and buy some fabric to make a bed. The boss will spend the night with us tonight."

"yes!"

Upon seeing this, William quickly raised his hand to stop:

"There's no need to go to such trouble. I don't want my arrival to affect your lives... By the way, besides the two of you, is the only room here left the living room?"

“There’s also a smaller basement with some old stuff down there.”

"The basement is nice, I'll live down there."

"This...it hasn't been tidied down there for a long time, and the space is very small. Why don't you wait while Theresa and I go down and tidy it up first."

"It doesn't matter, I can adapt to anywhere, even if I can sleep standing up.

Anyway, don't bother me when I'm down there. I'll take the initiative to find you if anything happens. "

"Okay... okay, as long as you can adapt to it, boss."

At this time, the female rat Teresa brought a glass of home-brewed "rat tail wine". William took a look at the clear reddish color and chose to accept it politely.

Opening the wooden board in the corner, there were no steps, and William jumped in and squeezed in.

The basement space is indeed pitifully small, but it is well sealed and meets William's personal needs.

“Very nice place!”

William flicked his fingers, and ten coins flew directly upward as tonight's accommodation fee. The Keiths didn't ask any more questions, and deliberately took out a red carpet to cover the entrance to the basement.

The next thing William has to do is not to rest, but to absorb the skin and repair the clothing.

The memory of last night's encounter was still fresh, and this was the first time since his cooperation with Huang Pi that Huang Pi himself was traumatized, even more seriously.

Before William could ask about Huangpi's condition, yellow text had already appeared on his retina.

≮Hurry up and absorb the "Apostle's Skin", my condition is not good...≯

William first put his palms against the basement wall, letting the iron chains spread out, sealing every corner of the room and forming a sealing structure used by the monastery to guard prisoners.

Make sure that the breath of the apostle's skin does not leak out.

While taking out the skin bag,

William also took out the "Skin Bible" that had been stained black by himself.

The Bible appears, and the basement is once again covered with a special skin, further sealing off the underground space.

"Yellow skin, I need you to hold on for a while... Before it can be absorbed, the skin must be transformed into "black dead skin" suitable for me. 』

≮There is no bathtub here to soak the skin. If your death liquid seeps out, it will definitely attract the attention of the rats. After all, that happened just last night. ≯

"Don't worry, I've been prepared. 』

William took out a compressed and folded black box from the depths of the suitcase, and it automatically expanded with a light touch to form a large black lottery box.

This is the same magic box that William used when performing in the circus.

The inner wall of this prop from Jahn himself has abyssal properties, which is enough to serve as a "reaction vessel".

William cut his head open and poured the black liquid into it. After waiting for a while, the magic box made of special material was not damaged.

Then he carefully stuffed the apostle's skin into it, and then stirred it gently with his arms... When the black liquid and the skin were mixed, a certain reaction began to occur.

At the gate of the leather factory far away, the gatekeeper Pim, crouching under the river of blood, also felt a stab of pain in his body.