Hotels in Almeria's city center are seeing their turnover plummet.
The reason is simple: due to the occupation of the Undead army, human tourists almost no longer go to this coastal city, and the Undead themselves have no need for sleep.
As a result, not only the hotels in the city, but also the tertiary industries such as the catering industry and the entertainment industry, all went bankrupt or closed down, and the losses were so great that even the bosses dared not admit it.
As for the few out-of-town guests who had already checked in, the hotel staff naturally treated them like treasures - because the entire southern Iberia was full of undead, and most of these guests postponed their original plans to leave, but that didn't mean they wouldn't change hotels.
On this day, a customer just came back from outside, carrying large and small bags of food in his hands... It seemed that they were supplies purchased from outside.
So the hotel waiters came over attentively, carried her bag all the way to the 5th floor, and delivered it directly to her room door.
"Are you back?" It was Sheila who opened the door.
"Yeah." Medea brought the food supplies into the room and saw Nora, Sidlifa, Paige and Ask playing flying chess around the table.
Eleanor was sitting at the small table by the window, still working on her plan.
"How come you won again?" When Ask moved all four flying chess pieces to the finish line again, Nora smiled helplessly and put down the dice.
"Oh my, you're so lucky, you're worthy of being the leader." Sidlifa laughed beside her. She was the most behind in this game, and even three of her chess pieces were knocked back to the starting point halfway through their moves, and by the end, she hadn't rolled a 6 to get them off again.
"You really are worthy of being the team leader." Peggy echoed, showing a sweet smile with dimples, but her eyes unconsciously turned to the window.
Seeing her looking at her, Mier quickly turned her head and pretended to look out the window with Mia.
"New information?" Sheila asked after closing the door.
"Yeah." Medea flicked her hair and answered lazily.
The progress of gathering intelligence from the city was unexpectedly smooth. Due to the incompleteness of the undead's mental bodies, their resistance to spiritual supernatural powers was particularly poor. Therefore, Medea had planted seeds in them without any effort in the past few days.
Parasitic Seed, this is the ability she gained when she was promoted to Lv.12. It was inspired by the effect of Raphael using the Fruit of Eden to plant a backdoor in the human mind.
The mental seeds from the Law of Manipulation fall silently on any mental body, and will gradually take root there, and will be able to feed back its thought activities to Medea at any time, no matter how far away it is - in other words, the parasite becomes part of Medea's eyes and ears.
As time goes by, the seed will penetrate deeper and deeper, spying not only on the host's thoughts, but also every memory and every thought... until the host's mind is completely infiltrated like a sieve, and every move is known to Medea.
No one except Medea herself knew when she had mastered this skill and upgraded it to a higher level. She herself was also very secretive and never mentioned it. It was not until recently that Ask asked her several times that she roughly provided some vague data.