The old jazz, who was already exhausted, fell on his back.
Abdominal injuries are far worse than they appear!
That dagger is not only sharp, but also...poisonous!
Dazzling black blood was flowing from the wound.
Everyone was stunned.
It never occurred to them that such a thing would happen.
Especially the 'mercenaries' under the other party's command. These mercenaries with many scars were at a loss.
But the mayor's special adviser who completed the assassination opened his mouth and laughed.
"Sir Beta."
"I wish you a pleasant journey'."
Amidst the soft laughter, thick corpse spots began to appear on the face of the other party, and then, the skin began to rot.
Although standing there, the other party is like a corpse that has been placed for a long time.
but,
Real corpses don't move.
And the other party
Not only talking, but also turning their heads to look around the people.
"You all will die!"
"this!"
"Just the beginning!"
The voice is cold, coupled with the other party's corpse-like state at the moment, even though there are mysterious people who have been in contact with "weird" around, the scalp is numb at this time.
because…
Many people know what the scene in front of them represents.
"The third level of the 'Gravekeeper'!"
"No!"
"At least a corpse puppet that can only be made by a fourth-level 'Gravekeeper'!"
"Otherwise, it would be impossible to pretend to be so real!"
Low voices of discussion reached Jason's ears.
And the corpse also looked at Jason.
"And you!"
"The guy who ruined our plan!"
"You will suffer..."
puff!
Before the other party finished speaking, Jason rushed up, raised the knife in his hand, and his head flew up.
Immediately, the rotting corpse quickly turned into a pool of bones.
Seeing this scene, the mysterious people around them not only didn't have any surprises, but backed away again and again.
Some even turned and ran.
It's like avoiding the plague.
remaining people
After hesitating for a while, he also left slowly.
They are very grateful to the old jazz for saving their lives.
But let them repay with their lives.
They can't do it.
not to mention…
The old jazz was clearly in danger.
Is it worth it to offend a high-ranking 'gravekeeper' for a person who is dying
"You ungrateful fellows..."
"asshole!"
"coward!"
Tanier cursed these people.
Jason didn't say a word.
In the city that never sleeps, he has seen too many such situations.
Therefore, he knew what he should do most at this time.
"Save people!"
Jason said to the aggrieved Tanier.
"Oh, oh oh."
After regaining his senses, Tanier immediately nodded, rushed to the old knight's side, and began to check the wound.
After a simple check, Tanier frowned.
"The wound is not difficult to treat."
"But… "
"The trouble is poison."
"I don't know what kind of poison this is!"
Tanier said to his friend.
"Take what you can handle first."
"For the rest, think of a way."
Jason said bluntly.
"Um!"
Tanier nodded vigorously.
Then, the pharmacist took off the bag and put it aside.
First, he took out two white and cyan potions, and the white potions sprinkled in the surrounding air, immediately forming a dot of light, surrounding the old Sir and Tanier like fireflies.
Disinfect
Jason guessed.
'Pharmacist' can become one of the professional systems on the mysterious side, so it is naturally unique.
It's just because Ta Neil is too stupid, people ignore the magic of this profession.
Well, to a certain extent, which occupation Ta Neal works in will be ignored to a certain extent.
Is it really a professional shame
Thinking in his heart, Jason didn't pay attention to Tanier's treatment anymore.
He believes that a 'pharmacist' has far more healing power than him, even Tanir... the same (probably, maybe, probably).
Instead focus on treatment.
Might as well think about now.
The words of the mayor's special advisor still echoed in Jason's ears.
Jason didn't pay attention to the curse-like words of the other party.
What he cares about is: guys!
When the other party chose words and made sentences, they used the word 'we'.
Subconsciously, Jason touched the 'Beast Tamer's Dagger' and 'Gravekeeper's Dagger'.
Think back to the nearly identical styling of the two items.
Some doubts in Jason's heart were finally resolved.
"We!"
"It's not like one person has two careers!"
"It's two people with different professions!"
"and… "
"Belongs to the same 'organization'!"
"Because of this, the opponent can make so many and detailed layouts!"
There is great power in numbers.
It is never empty talk.
Facing one person and facing ten people are completely different concepts.
Ordinary people are like this.
This is especially true for people on the mysterious side.
Although he has no personal experience, Jason can fully imagine the power that different professions will have when they complement each other. It is definitely 1+1>2.
And this is definitely not good news for him.
After all, he has already stood on the opposite side of this 'organization'.
More importantly, what was the vast and inexplicable force that appeared out of thin air before
Jason didn't think he was a coward.
Even if he suddenly entered the city that never sleeps, became "Jason", and was held up by a group of people with guns, Jason was never afraid. He was still able to clearly assess the situation and choose the most favorable side.
But facing the sudden force before, he felt timid.
Thinking freezes.
I just want to fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness.
It's like facing the top of the food chain.
Jason believed that if he hadn't gritted his teeth and held on, and that force had only passed away in a flash, he might have fallen to his knees like Ta Neil.
"Does that power also belong to that organization?"
Jason thought.
Thinking of this possibility, Jason frowned, and the frown became tighter.
Bundy was also frowning.
The sheriff came over.
"Jason, you mean the mayor?"
The words were not finished, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
"have no idea."
Jason shook his head.
He is telling the truth.
Because, he really couldn't be sure that the mayor was also made into a corpse puppet, or... he was a member of that 'organization'.
…
Lord, Office of the Mayor.
The mayor, who carefully reviewed the documents, signed his name on the last document.
Then, it was handed over to the waiting secretary.
"Tomorrow morning, according to this plan, the outer city will be re-planned."
"I need an outer suburb that can accommodate 50,000 people."
"Moreover, the infrastructure is perfect, and the transportation must be convenient."
The mayor ordered.
"Yes, sir."
The secretary nodded, turned around and walked out.
When he was about to leave, the secretary turned to look at the mayor who was writing on the desk again, and couldn't help reminding: "Your Excellency, please rest early."
"knew."
The mayor replied without looking up.
At this, the secretary sighed.
He knew the mayor would be working late into the night.
For 20 years, the other party has always been like this.
Even though the body is getting worse and worse, it has not changed.
"Tomorrow, I will find a high-ranking 'pharmacist' to help you recuperate your body."
The secretary thought, and gently closed the door.
And the moment the door closed, the mayor sat up.
He walked slowly to the window and looked up at the dark night sky.
His eyes are full of smiles.
Biggest obstacle solved.
"20 years!"
"Building you for 20 years!"
"Now is the time for my harvest!"
"Destroy you!"
"Use your wreckage as my 'advanced capital'!"
In low laughter.
far away,
The fire burst out.
boom!
The next moment, the entire Lord trembled a few times.
Everyone looked at the place where the flames were blazing in shock, filled with apprehension and uneasiness.
because,
There is,
Lord Barracks!