This metal was once hailed as the metal of God because it is not only extremely strong, but also has a certain degree of metal memory that can slowly recover to its original state after being hit.
Its corrosion resistance, magic resistance, etc. are the limits of what mortal man-made objects can achieve.
It is the best of the best, but the price is also very high. Under normal circumstances, it can be used as a strategic material for stockpiling. But the rich people in Florence actually used it to forge sewer pipes.
But doing so is indeed durable.
But what made Mozo feel a little sad was not this. If you have money, you should use the best ingredients. This is not something that needs to be criticized or dissatisfied. What really made Mozo feel helpless was.
It is obvious that if they were willing to squeeze out a little more money from the pipeline, they could improve the conditions in the slums greatly, but they didn't. They even built a high wall to hide it from view.
Fortunately, they built the high wall just to keep their eyes clear and not to completely isolate themselves from the slums. Otherwise, those children would probably not be able to find the sheriff to help until the accident in the sewer broke out.
After walking for a while, Mozo and others came to a huge circular gap that pointed vertically downward.
This is also the main route and end point of the sewage pipe. Sewage pipes from all directions and the sewers as auxiliary roads all converge here and pour sewage and dirty things downwards.
Audrey carefully approached the tattered fence and looked down at the dark main sewage road.
"Below here is the underground river that leads to the ruins of Ambition City. There is nothing to see. My dear lady, this is not where we are going."
The sheriff looked for a place and then pushed open an iron door. That was the entrance to the sewer.
Looking at the rusty iron door, Mozo suddenly asked:
"Where are the children? How come I didn't see any children along the way? The same goes for adults."
The sheriff stopped what he was doing and sighed and said:
"They are all working for the people outside, including the children. Unless they are very young, they will go out to work during the day. Otherwise, they will not get bread for tomorrow. And if they lack food for one day, they may die."
"You may not have seen those children and adults. They are so weak that missing a day, no, even a meal, of food could kill them."
Audrey said in surprise:
"You still want to work like this? Isn't that chronic suicide?"
But she fell silent after she finished speaking. It was obvious that the only thing that could make a person prefer to commit slow suicide to work was to die directly without working.
The sheriff was silent for a moment, then he forced a smile and said:
"You may not believe it, but the people here are pretty good, because unless they are very unlucky, they can basically eat two or even three meals a day. And I heard from my business friends that in other parts of the alliance, especially in the more remote places near the Sacred Tree Forest, because the economy is relatively backward, the local lords are squeezing people more and more ruthlessly, so many people there basically survive with only one meal a day, or even every two days."
"how so?"
Audrey was really shocked this time. Although she was not a top noble like the two young ladies of the Rose family, anyone who could study at Cromwell University could not be that poor.
What's more, Audrey is a transcendent, and Roland's country has prospered because of the alternation between the old wolf lord and the queen. Therefore, it is difficult for her to imagine that in this era, there are still people who only eat one meal a day or even two days.
"Why not? Those local nobles never treat people as human beings. To them, if they don't give people food, no one will be able to work for them alive. I'm afraid they are unwilling to give those poor people even a meal."
"Actually..."
Audrey was silent after hearing this.
Mozo was silent for a while. The Northern Business Alliance relied on three neighbors, one was Heather and the other was Loran. Relying on their mineral resources, the alliance lords of these two neighbors were able to eat their fill and were willing to squeeze out some leftovers to make their subordinates work harder so that they could eat more fat.
But what about the nobles near the sacred tree forest? It is well known that elves are xenophobic and do not trade with foreigners.
Therefore, the nobles of this place can only trade with their "kindred members". After being exploited by their kind once, if they want to earn more, they can only intensify their efforts to "eat" the peasants.
In this case, how can the lower-class people like peasants have a good life
Mozo even speculated that the closer to the sacred tree forest, the more serious this "gnawing chain" would be. Those nobles would definitely continue to exploit their peers who were closer to the elves according to the distance between them.
The Northern Business Alliance was very wealthy, there was no doubt about that, because even those nobles who were exploited by the layers near the Sacred Tree Forest were very wealthy. After all, they had mines.
But such wealth does not belong to the people.
In the extraordinary world, the poor and destitute lower class people basically have no chance of resisting the noble masters who control the extraordinary power.
Unless there is some external force to break it all.
After shaking his head, Mozo looked at the sheriff and said:
"Let's not talk about this for now, let's go in and deal with this first."
The sheriff nodded in agreement and walked in first.
The three people who were walking along the sewer that served as an auxiliary channel for the sewage pipe soon saw a large number of rat skeletons.
Looking at the rat skeleton that was as big as an old hen, not only Audrey but even Mozo was stunned for a moment:
“The rats here are so big???”
The sheriff squatted in front of the skeleton and examined it as if he was used to it:
"It's normal. The rich people in Florence often hold large banquets to show off their wealth. There is always a surplus of food at these banquets, and in the end, all of it is poured into the sewer and discharged here."
"And those rich people seem to like adding extraordinary materials to their own food. Although the materials that will be thrown away are definitely low-level materials, the accumulation over hundreds of years is astonishing enough."
The sheriff held up a rather large rat skeleton and said:
"In that light, I'm a little surprised that these rats are only this big."
After that, he held up the skeleton and said to Mozo strangely:
"I'm sorry to say that. Although I haven't seen many of these rats' bones, don't you think this skeleton is a bit strange?"
As he said this, he showed the skeleton in his hand to Mozo, and Mozo immediately saw the problem:
"It exploded from the inside. No, it should be said that it was expanded from the inside."
After Mozo said this, the sheriff also reacted:
"Indeed, the ribs are stretched outwards, and many of them are broken. Were they stretched open from the inside and then eaten clean by their own kind?"
The sheriff immediately gave a reasonable guess:
"Maybe it's not a big problem. It's just that some rich or noble person recently poured some tonic food over, and these rats ate themselves to death!"
Mozo did not comment on the sheriff's statement, but squatted down and looked carefully at the rat skeleton in front of him.
At the same time, Audrey also squatted beside Mozo, then touched her arm and whispered uneasily:
"Mozo, I'm reminded of the city of Cromwell."
On that night, many extraordinary people exploded due to the crazy growth of the Green Angel's authority.
Mozo nodded, raised his hand and placed it on the skeleton, and began to write the past for it.
Being eaten by companions.
The body suddenly exploded.
I saw a giant green-haired rat on all fours.
Eat.
... .
A giant green-haired rat on all fours
When Mozo saw this, he was stunned for a moment. What the hell was this
After putting down the skeleton with a strange look on his face, Mozo moved forward for a while and found another skeleton that had not been eaten by rats.
Mozo thought that this should be the so-called green-haired giant rat. At the same time, Mozo also noticed that his mental power had just been consumed crazily, which was obviously abnormal.
After starting the book again, Mozo saw the truth.
Being eaten by a giant upright green-haired rat.
The body suddenly exploded.
Being pointed at by a giant upright green-haired rat.
I saw a screaming white Libra and a huge upright green rat.
... .
At this point, Mozo felt like his head was about to split apart with pain.
He knew that this was due to his indirect contact with a high-level being, which caused his mental energy to be consumed madly.
But if there is nothing wrong, could that green-haired giant rat be the Green Angel
Then the screaming white Libra...
Although his head was about to split apart with pain, Mozo's expression still became subtle and uncontrollable.
The path represented by the green mask still had a portion of Sequence 3 that had not been recovered. At the same time, the Green Angel should be relying on something to fight against the pursuit of the Ten-Man Contract.
And it can fight against the Ten-Man Contract and meets the description of the White Libra.
Mozo could only think of one thing.
That is the original pure white Libra!
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The pure white scale held in the hands of the crawling green angel suddenly sensed something.
It seemed that someone who was very annoying was approaching.
It really wanted to remind the Green Angel to be careful, but after taking a look at the Green Angel who was drooling at the mouse, it simply shut up.
If this guy could understand what people say, he wouldn't have ended up like this today.
Let it be. It is just an object after all.
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On the other side, Mozo and the other two were moving towards the Green Angel along the increasing number of rat skeletons.
After walking for a while, the sheriff squatted down and looked at the traces in front of him and said with an unpleasant expression:
"Okay, now I believe your theory. The rats here probably didn't die from eating something good. They must have encountered a cultist or a similar monster."
After Mozo had previously deduced from his book that the opponent was the Last Green Angel and the Pure White Libra, he told the sheriff his "judgment".
He believed that no matter how much food there was, it would not be enough to eat the rats in the slums to extinction, and this must be some kind of weird ritual of a cult.
Yes, Mozo put the blame on the cultists. After all, it was not surprising that those who believed in the evil god would do anything. At the same time, it could also alert the sheriff. As for telling him that the person on the other side was a sequence three and a divine object.
Forget it, no one will believe Mozo even if he tells you.
Because that kind of big shot doesn't have the time to go to a place like this to kill rats for fun.
And now the sheriff has determined from the traces left by the Green Angel when he was ill that this guy has been crawling using his hands and feet!
This was obviously not something a normal person would do, so he agreed with Mozo's inference.
He immediately pulled out his revolver and began to apply holy oil on the bullets.
This is the ability of a Path of Justice Sequence 7 Demon Hunter—he can make various holy oils to assist in combat.
For example, when dealing with werewolves, you can use Mithril Holy Oil to silverize bullets, and when dealing with vampires, you can use Sunlight Holy Oil to add holy wounds to bullets. Anyway, it is a very versatile profession.
The disadvantage is that you need to figure out who your opponent is in advance. Otherwise, it would be funny if you spend a lot of time preparing for a werewolf and then a troll jumps out of the bushes.
But now, the sheriff applied different types of holy oil on each of the five bullets.
You can manually turn the wheel to fight the enemy when necessary.
Although this will result in a lack of subsequent damage, it is better than using the wrong holy oil at the beginning.
As he applied the oil, the sheriff said:
"It's much better now than before. I heard from my father that my grandfather didn't have such a new thing as a musket back then. He could only oil his sword, and it was impossible to apply multiple holy oils to a sword. Bows and arrows were useless at close range."
Audrey nodded and said:
"Your grandfather must be very happy now that there is such a thing as a revolver."
But the sheriff shook his head and said:
"No, my grandfather has passed away."
Audrey was slightly surprised for a moment, then she apologized and said, "Sorry, I didn't know about this."
The sheriff said indifferently:
"No need to apologize, you didn't mean it. Besides, when my grandfather passed away, my father was still a child, and I wasn't even born yet. By the way, that's how I got the Holy Golden Spike you wanted."
"The noble lord who hired my grandfather sent the Holy Golden Spike to express his apology for his intelligence error because his knight mistook a vampire bird for a damn werewolf!"