Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Reed took a breath and pushed aside the grass.

In front of the bushes was a mass grave, piled with the bodies of dead Victorian soldiers, Deep Pond people, and ordinary people. There were no infected people here, so there was no Originium dust flying in the air. The bodies died at different times, some looked fresh, and some were already highly decomposed.

The smell of corruption wafted through the reeds. Crows that fed on carrion used their sharp beaks to tear open the chest cavity of the corpse, treating the rotten organs as delicious food.

This scene made Feng Qingyu's stomach churn violently, and he had an urge to vomit.

"Tsk..."

She had also seen many dead bodies, but after working in Rhode Island for a while, she had fewer opportunities to come into contact with the dead. When she suddenly saw this scene, she was like a rookie police officer who was so disgusted after seeing the corpse at the criminal investigation scene that she vomited immediately.

No, you can't vomit.

After a few minutes of calming down, the churning feeling finally settled down.

The purple flames were floating in the reeds in the distance, like a dream or reality. The reeds followed the flames, and Feng Qingyu followed her. They shuttled through the mass graves, seeing all kinds of miserable corpses at once. The farther away they were, the more decomposed the corpses were.

After pushing aside the last layer of reeds, there was an open space in front.

Dozens of soldiers in Shenchi uniforms stood in the open space. They stood in a stiff posture, occasionally moving a few steps. The purple flames came from their bodies and eyes. In their eyes, the same flames as those on Abrana's tail were dancing.

"Want to attack?"

Feng Qingyu drew her sword and prepared to force her way through. As long as Wei Cao decided to fight, she would go all out.

Wei Cao shook his head, asked Feng Qingyu to stay where she was, and walked to the middle of the group of Shenchi soldiers. When the Shenchi soldiers saw someone approaching, they approached her with a more rigid pace, like machines receiving orders, and raised their weapons.

"Rest in peace—"

She raised the black-bodied, golden-tipped spear in her hand and struck it straight at the Shenchi soldiers with purple flames in their eyes. These people were her former colleagues, but when they saw her, they looked like strangers they didn't know at all.

During the fight, Feng Qingyu saw dark red marks on the soldiers' bodies. As a policeman, it was impossible for him not to know what they were.

"Corpse spots? These people can actually march after they die?"

Although I have heard of the legend of the corpse-driving people of Yan Country, this kind of Originium technique that casts spells on the dead and allows them to continue fighting as if they were alive is extremely rare.

Feng Qingyu thought of the ghost army in Shen Chi and the purple fire on Abrana's body.

"Could this be the work of Abbrana?"

"Yes."

Wei Cao knocked down the dead soldiers one by one and removed the Originium skills from them one by one. The purple flames stopped jumping and the bodies of the soldiers were already cold.

Mephisto of the Reunion Movement also has magic to manipulate people, but this cannot be lumped together.

The former manipulates the living, denies emotions and feelings, and grinds the living into walking weapons, while this type of spell manipulates the dead, allowing them to continue burning with strong emotions after death, allowing this emotion to drive them to continue fighting.

Looking at the bodies of the soldiers, Weicao's expression became melancholy again.

She thought it was cruel not to bury the dead, and that this cruel thing was done by her sister, who was related to her by blood, which exacerbated her sadness.

"All we can do is let them rest in peace. There are many, many soldiers like this..."

29. Traitor of Victoria

It was troublesome to deal with the bodies of dozens of people. All Feng Qingyu and Weicao could do was to really knock them down so that the bodies could lie on the ground and they could continue marching without being affected by the Originium skills.

No one would remember who the lowest-level Deep Pool soldiers were even if they died, let alone the leaders high above them.

Wei Cao recited a short eulogy for them, which was a bit like the hymns sung by Father Sakota in the Lateran Church when he was saving the souls of the dead. It was not surprising that a learned royal family of Drak liked to hide in the library to read, so he knew all kinds of unconventional knowledge.

Even someone as knowledgeable as Kal'tsit once talked about the mating methods of the feathered beasts during mating and compared them with the mating postures of the Terrans.

If Wei Cao and Abrana were to fight for Victoria's throne, Feng Qingyu would rather support Wei Cao. When that day really came, she would choose her side without hesitation.

Now...just think of yourself as the future emperor's servant.

Two Drakkars walked ashore, and the combined fire of both of them could always accomplish something, such as burning the warehouse where the Sarkaz stored food and supplies.

The purpose of tonight's trip is to destroy the Sarkaz's supply lines. The situation is still unclear, so we must spend some time exploring and squatting.

They had also done the task of burning warehouses before. Sometimes they burned their own gang's warehouses, and sometimes they burned the warehouses of the opposing gang. As long as it was done perfectly, no one would know why the fire started.

The flames of the reeds were very special, and perhaps the Victorians could recognize them. If it was another Draco who had never been active on the surface, no one would have thought that it was the shadow leader of Deep Pool who did it.

Someone had to step forward and take the responsibility of being the "arsonist." Just as there was an opportunity to try out fire magic, Feng Qingyu naturally asked to be the one to start the fire without hesitation.

Weicao neither agreed nor refused, and was probably still considering whether to agree to her.

The bodies of the soldiers in the cemetery and the deep pool were gradually left behind. No purple flames were seen along the way, and the surrounding weeds were almost as tall as people's necks.

"We'll do it together. One person's power is limited, and the flames of two people can burn through the Sarkaz warehouse. It's not my intention to let you take the risk alone. You were not in the plan in the first place... I mean, I didn't intend to involve you in the Deep Pool."

"Everything is up to your arrangement."

……

After walking for a while, they found a stone on the side of the road that could barely serve as a chair. No one could blindly pursue speed without taking a break and reach the end in one breath, except for the Deep Pool soldiers controlled by the Originium Technique.

Feng Qingyu stuffed the compressed biscuits bought from the convenience store into his mouth while pounding his sore legs.

Recently, she was forced to indulge herself too much, and her energy was almost gone. Even if she got enough sleep, it was difficult to replenish the lost energy in her waist. After all, she was not as good as those young people in their teens and early twenties (sad).

Wei Cao found a bottle of Victoria's Kidney-tonifying Capsules in the suitcase. Victoria's famous pharmaceutical company Xuelingo Group has a 114-year-old secret recipe for kidney-tonifying. It is made through 514 processes and can sell an astonishing 1919810 bottles a year. It is suitable for men, women, young and old, especially for young people in their twenties who like to have sex.

"Take this medicine three times a day, two pills each time, and it will restore your energy to the maximum extent. I can't persuade you to reduce the frequency of mating, but I hope this medicine can help you solve your problem."

"Cough...thank you."

Feng Qingyu was a little embarrassed when someone pointed out that her private life was too dissolute. Since Wei Cao had given her such a good thing and her body just needed it, she would seem immature if she refused.

She casually glanced at the instructions on the outer packaging, poured out two pills and swallowed them.

The appearance of the pills is no different from common medicines on the market. They are all white and oval in shape, and taste slightly sweet. If you don’t know, you might think they are calcium tablets for children to grow.

Not long after swallowing the pill, my weak waist felt like it had eaten computer parts, and I could mate dozens of times on the spot immediately.

The medicine given by Weicao is indeed good stuff.

It was a good thing that the only patient in the team was in high spirits. Wei Cao suddenly remembered that the medicine she had just taken out had strong side effects and should not be taken too much. The efficacy of the pills varied from person to person, and the side effects seemed to be doubled for Vayvan, Drake and Long.

No one can accurately evaluate its side effects. Once a Vaifan woman who joined the Deep Pool went to the pharmacy to buy a bottle of this medicine and complained that her wife's excessive demands caused her back pain every day and she was unable to perform her tasks at all.

Ever since Vaifan took the medicine, the one who complained became his wife, and the role of the one who was demanding too much was successfully reversed.

"Forget it...it shouldn't be a problem. If it's just two pills, the side effects won't affect her tail."

She talked to herself behind Feng Qingyu, not worrying about what might happen next. There were too many problems to worry about, and the side effects were not worth worrying about.

After resting for ten minutes and eating some compressed biscuits to replenish his energy, Weicao continued to walk in front to lead Feng Qingyu.

There is a path in the dense grass that was trampled by people. The path is shallow and difficult to find without careful observation. The weeds beside the path have traces of being trampled, and there are also indentations left by dragging objects.

Someone was transporting something from Red Ridge through this wilderness, and the end of the wilderness was where the items were delivered.

Several footprints could be found on the weeds, and the moist soil outlined a basically complete contour, which was enough to prove that there were some restless people among the townspeople.

What particular reason did they have to transport the goods, risking discovery by Victorian soldiers? For money? Or for something else?

All the answers will only be revealed when you find the clues. Investigating the unspeakable secrets in the Victorian wilderness town is much more interesting than playing assembly line puzzle games at home.

Feng Qingyu felt inexplicably excited, his cerebral cortex was extremely active, and his mobility was at maximum.

They crossed the wilderness and found an abandoned factory on a gentle slope. The factories were brightly lit, guarded by groups of Sarkaz soldiers, and there were special sentinels leading patrols between the factories.

Several Victorians of different races could be seen among the Sarkaz. They spoke in Tara. A gray-haired man in the lead was negotiating with a Sarkaz centurion, and neither of them looked happy.

Weicao understood the content of the conversation, and his expression became more solemn the more he listened.

"These townspeople must have been deceived by the Sarkaz. They risked their lives to become traitors to Victoria. It really makes me feel complicated."

30. Sarkaz's Persuasion

They hid in the bushes and observed the movements of the Sarkaz through the gaps in the weeds. The conversation between the townspeople and the Sarkaz was not very clear, as it was in Tara language, and Feng Qingyu did not understand a word.

"What did they say?"

"A despicable scam."

"Xisuo."

"Let's find a hidden place first."

While the Sarkaz sentinels were not patrolling here, Weicao pulled Feng Qingyu away in another direction and found a cave nearby to hide.

The factory was heavily guarded, and if he barged in brazenly, he would only be besieged. Even if Wei Cao had the strength to fight against all the Sarkaz here, he would only feel good for a while if he confronted them so openly, and he would inevitably be held accountable by Abrana afterwards.

Wei Cao was not ready to face her sister. The reason why she could live a safe and peaceful life was simply because Abrana did not want to kill her yet, nor did she send anyone to capture her, tie her up by her side, and imprison her in a cage called the Deep Pool.

She is both a Draco and a trapped beast that has escaped from a cage. Her past may catch up with her from the abyss behind her at any time. All she can do is escape, and keep escaping.

Anything that could be related to Abrana made Weicao particularly stressed.

Only after completely leaving the patrol route of the Sarkaz patrol did Weicao relieve his highly tense state, relax his stiff shoulders, and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

It was very cold in the suburbs at night, and the light in the cave was not easy to leak out. Reed picked up some hay and branches, surrounded a small fire with stones, stuffed combustible materials into the fire, and ignited it with magic.

Warm flames danced in the fuel, making crackling sounds.

It’s a pity that there are no whole grains like sweet potatoes or corn, nor any wild rabbits. Wild rabbit meat with a little cumin and pepper salt would be the best delicacy tonight.

After sitting around the fire for a while, Weicao finally gathered his thoughts and told everyone what he had just overheard.

"The old man Filin we saw earlier is the mayor of Red Ridge Town. He and some of the townspeople are in collusion with the Sarkaz. The abandoned factory was originally where Red Ridge Town produced steam knight armor parts. In recent years, the armor manufacturing process has gradually been lost, and the steam knights have been missing for a long time, so it was finally abandoned. It is estimated that the Sarkaz used it as a temporary base to store supplies delivered by the supply line."

"Steam Knight Armor... sounds awesome, is it the Gundam type?"

"Gundam?"

"It can be understood as the mechanical armor of the Easterners, but not steam armor. It is a more high-tech and fantasy thing. They are not traditional exoskeletons, but are similar to vehicles. When the driver drives it, he is in a completely enclosed space."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the same thing. I've only seen the Steam Knight Armor a few times. My sister and I came to the observation tower with the best view in Londinium, from where we could see King Aslan waving to the people in the square. The Steam Knights flew their armor in circles in the air, then landed one by one, performing all kinds of difficult fancy shows to praise the Lion King's wisdom..."

"Don't say any more. I know everything. I know that your throne of Draco was taken by Aslan. Maybe it's like a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest? But don't think about the throne for now. What should we do next?"

Feng Qingyu interrupted Weicao's story and untactfully changed the subject.

If this continues, it will develop into a subtle atmosphere of late-night online depression, so it is best to stop it in time. Weicao's rapidly falling emotions were braked in time before hitting the bottom, and the topic quickly returned to the right track.

It is a taboo to let personal emotions affect the progress of the mission during the mission, no matter what profession you are in.

Weicao also realized his previous gaffe and immediately returned to his usual gloomy poker face.

"My suggestion is to follow the Sarkaz transport team and let them tell us where the supply line is. I believe Rhodes Island will need this information. As long as the Sarkaz army cannot guarantee normal material supplies, the army and people in Londinium will get a respite. I can't predict what will happen next, I just want to do what I think is right."

"I don't have any ideas. I'll just follow your instructions. When are we going?"

"It will take another fifteen minutes. The Sarkaz transport team is expected to leave in half an hour. We need to hide in their trucks in advance, write down the transport route, and then return the same way. Can you do that?"

Wei Cao doubted Feng Qingyu's physical fitness, worried that she would suddenly fall ill halfway and would not be able to withstand the long walk.

The return trip would most likely require walking, as the Sarkaz's trucks would be filled with cargo. It would be dangerous to hide in the cargo, and once the cargo was unloaded, you would naturally be exposed.

"It's just a few dozen kilometers, isn't it? I feel offended by you. Do you really think I'm unworthy of being a member of Drake?"

"I didn't mean it that way. Do you feel anything strange in your body?"

"everything is normal."

"I can rest assured that."

Sure enough, the side effect of the medicine is excessive worry, Weicao thought.

After the fifteen-minute countdown set in the phone ended, they continued to move forward in the dark in the bushes. Feng Qingyu followed the shadow leader of Shenchi like an obedient soldier.

Weicao is indeed a strong leader and it makes me feel safe following her.

The only inconvenience was that the tail of the reed would sweep across Feng Qingyu's face when he walked. Although the fire at the end of the tail was extinguished, the smell of sulfur on it had not yet disappeared.

Not only does it smell like sulfur, but it also smells like hormones.

Hormones are very dangerous things that can stimulate her star field. Once the Seven Stars Entertainment, it will be out of control. No, how is it possible? It must be an illusion.

Feng Qingyu tried his best not to imagine what was going on under Wei Cao's white skirt. He recited some spells to purify his mind and get rid of evil thoughts that were corroding his body and mind.

She is not that kind of woman who falls in love with everyone she meets and then gets pushed down and mated with by the other person.

What happened to Mandela was purely an accident and should be considered a disgrace to her as a Draco.

However, the graceful figure of the reed, the slightly upturned drum skin, and the legs wearing hess were all sending her dangerous signals. They were like the sirens that lured sailors to run aground, constantly tempting her to make mistakes.

"I am a serious person, a serious person..."