William stared at the tower that only appeared in the darkness, and began to ponder some things in his heart.
One thing he was sure of was that if the city lord was still alive, his strength would definitely be terrifyingly strong, and he might even reach the normal baseline of the circus chief.
After all, the other party is a figure from ancient times, and he was personally recognized by the Lord of Cancer Palace by killing the Knight of the Tumor, not to mention that he has a close connection with the moon.
Even though I have been decadent for so many years, I am not that weak.
In William's opinion, the tower cannot be touched for the time being, otherwise people may die before reaching the abyss.
"Keith, has this city lord never left the tower since the moon was destroyed?"
“Anyway, I have never seen the city lord since I was born, and the rumors are also true... The destruction of the moon completely extinguished the fire in the city lord’s heart, and he sealed himself in the Dark Moon Tower forever.
There is also a rumor that the city lord once participated in that war and killed many invaders. Due to his serious injuries, he stayed in the tower for many years to rest.
With the fall of the moon, the city lord wanted to create a new moon with his own power, but he has been unable to do so until now, because the rules of the old world have been blocked and it is impossible for new things to be born.
In this way, the city lord became increasingly depressed and indifferent to worldly affairs."
"Um."
At the same time, William contacted the guy hiding in his body who had not dared to speak since entering the city.
"Little Grape, is your plague sensor inside this tower?"
“No… Not in this tower anymore, slightly to the left.
It should be a relatively conspicuous place. After all, even if I am completely hidden now, I can still feel it more strongly. 』
After getting the answer from Little Grape, William breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't this tower, everything would be fine.
"Keith, I seem to smell a strong smell of plague, and it seems to be coming from the left side."
"Ah! You can smell it? You are worthy of being the boss. The stone used in the Plague-bed is second only to that of the tower. It is basically completely sealed. Logically, you should not smell anything."
"Plague bed?"
"Yes... because the city lord has locked himself in a high tower and doesn't care about worldly affairs.
Rat City gradually fell into chaos. With no one to manage it, the former city lord's adjutant stepped forward.
He believed that the old world after the war was about to undergo fusion, and various resources would become more and more precious. In addition, the Cancer Palace itself was severely damaged and could not take care of this remote Rat City at all.
In order to survive in the post-war world, changes must be made, so the "Code of Proliferation and Plague" was promulgated in an attempt to create a plague city that is self-sufficient and has a certain level of strength.
The Plague Bed is the core building of this transformation. It was built by the adjutant himself and is also his own fortress.
Specially used for the research and development of plague, any ratman in Rat City who shows potential in "infectious diseases" will be brought in.
The so-called "potential" does not only refer to those who are gifted in disease infection.
Every month, a 'quarantine officer' from the epidemic bed will collect blood samples from every household. If any new infectious species are found in the blood, the person will be taken directly to the epidemic bed.
There is a very small chance that this rat will become a quarantine officer.
And in most cases, the guy who is chosen will never be seen.
It is also because of the existence of the plague bed that Rat City has plague rain every day and built a high wall made of corpses. Even if someone wants to take over the mine and comes to Rat City, they will eventually leave because they can't stand the plague. "
William asked with some doubt:
"Even if the ecology and governance of the entire city have changed... the city lord of Darkmoon Tower still hasn't made any moves? Not even a single verbal instruction?"
"No."
"Okay, can we go to the so-called plague bed?"
“This… isn’t good. I just said that once a rat is chosen by the Plague Bed, it will basically never return. Moreover, that place is second only to the Darkmoon Tower in terms of importance.
My current relationship is not going to work…”
Seeing Keith's uncomfortable expression, William no longer made things difficult for him. He gently patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, then we won't go! That's all for today's tour. Go back and stay at your house tonight."
"No problem, but the living conditions of my house are quite poor. A big shot like you might not be able to get used to it."
"It's okay. When I was young, I had no one to trust. Instead, the mice in the dark corners became my friends. Sometimes I even slept with them."
Civilian Area
There is a hole covered with wooden boards every ten meters or so on the roadside near the city wall.
Open one of the wooden boards in the hole and go down along the damp and dark passage to arrive at the home of the white mouse Keith, or it would be more appropriate to describe it as a rat's nest.
The space is oval in shape, with a height of no more than 2 meters, and the area is only about 30 square meters.
What William didn't expect was that there was another white-haired mouse living underneath. It was wearing a neater white dress with embroidered patches, and was cleaner than most of the civilians William had seen along the way.
"Hubby, is this what you call the 'big boss'? Theresa has met the master."
The middle-aged female mouse actually lifted 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 to return the salute.
"Theresa, please vacate our room quickly and buy some cloth to make a bed. The boss will stay with us tonight."
"yes!"
William raised his hand to stop it:
"Don't bother me. I don't want my presence to affect your lives... So, is the living room the only thing left here besides your two rooms?"
“There’s also a smaller basement with some old stuff down there.”
"The basement is great, I'll live down there."
"This... It has been a long time since it was cleaned down there, and the space is very small. Why don't you wait a moment while Theresa and I go down and clean it up first."
“It doesn’t matter, I can adapt to any place, even sleep while standing.
Anyway, don't bother me while I'm down there. I'll find you if I need anything."
"Okay... okay, as long as you can adapt to it, boss."
At this time, the female mouse Theresa brought a glass of homemade "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 was no staircase, so William jumped in and squeezed in.
The basement space is indeed pitifully small, but it is well sealed and meets William's personal needs.
“Nice place!”
William flicked his fingers and ten coins flew directly upwards as the accommodation fee for tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Keith did not ask any more questions and took out a red carpet to cover the entrance to the basement.
What William should do next is not to rest, but to absorb the skin and repair the clothes.
He still remembers what happened last night clearly. Moreover, this was the first time since he started working with Huangpi that Huangpi himself was traumatized, and even seriously injured.
Before William could ask about the yellow skin's condition, yellow text had already appeared on his retina.
≮Hurry up and absorb the "Apostle Skin", my condition is not very good... ≯
William first placed his palm against the wall of the basement, allowing the chains to spread out, blocking every corner of the room and forming a sealing structure used by the monastery to guard prisoners.
Make sure the breath of the Apostle's skin does not leak out.
When removing the skin bag,
William also took out the "Skin Bible" that he had stained black.
The Bible appeared, and the basement was once again covered with a special layer of leather to further seal off the underground space.
"Yellow skin, I need you to hold on for a while... Before absorbing, I need to transform my skin into the "black dead skin" that suits me."
≮There's no bathtub here to soak your skin. If your death liquid seeps out, it will definitely attract the attention of the rats. After all, that happened last night. ≯
"Don't worry, I'm prepared."
William took out a compressed and folded black box from the depths of the suitcase. It automatically unfolded with a light touch, forming a larger black lottery box.
This is the magic box that William used when he performed in the circus.
The inner wall of this item, which comes from Jaen himself, has the attributes of the abyss and is sufficient to serve as a "reaction container".
William cut open his head and poured the black liquid into it. After waiting for a while, the magic box made of special material was indeed not damaged.
Then he carefully stuffed the apostle's skin into it, and gently stirred it with his arms... When the black liquid and the skin were mixed, a certain reaction began to occur.
At the distant leather factory gate, the gatekeeper Pim, who was crouching under the river of blood, also felt a tingling pain in his body.