"Seventh Marquis, the strongest blood man under the Lord of the Plague... This..."
William didn't expect that he would have to take on such a high level of difficulty right after completing the path.
"By the way, where is Mr. Zed? With his personality, he probably won't choose to evacuate... And the teacher's mental disorder is still there, and he might lose control if he encounters a strong enemy."
"It seems that you know your teacher very well.
Zed is terribly powerful, his level even surpassing the entire organization. It was the reinforcement provided by Zed that forced one of the seven marquises to deal with him personally, and finally cooperated with other nobles to seal Zed up with some special means.
It was during this time that Zed bought us that we were able to move more gentlemen out of town."
"Teacher... is sealed! How long has it been since the evacuation?"
"Four months."
After hearing this, William could no longer sit still and wanted to rush into Zion to rescue the teacher.
“William! Calm down… Martin, Marco, and I have all confirmed through various divination methods that Zed is still alive. Although he is not in good condition, he is at least holding on.
Don't worry, we are currently integrating our forces. Reagan just came back a month ago, and now your and Kim's return is enough for us to re-evaluate our overall combat capabilities.
Once it is determined that the combat power meets the requirements, a recapture plan will be formulated, and the premise of the plan must be to rescue the survivors, especially Garlon and Zed.
Whether Zion can be recaptured depends on the situation. After all, four months have passed and there are still many factors to consider.
Our only advantage at the moment is that the Blood People are confined to the passage due to teleportation restrictions. They cannot leave the area more than five kilometers from Zion.
In other words, we are absolutely safe now. We can take a breath and calm down to formulate a battle plan.
Well, I still have a lot of things to do... You two go down first.
Ask other prophets, or instructors, doctors, etc. to bring you up to speed on Flumouth and the current state of the remaining combat power."
"Okay... Reagan actually came back a month early?" William could see that the principal hadn't slept for at least a few days. "I'll come and help you with stargazing after I get a general understanding of the situation."
"You're very lucky to have made it back in time, William."
As the two were leaving the top of the bell tower, William deliberately passed by the principal, and words were conveyed to him that only the two of them could hear.
"Principal, please leave this matter to me..."
The words were permeated with the essence of epilepsy, which allowed Deslin's long-tense mind to relax.
Flumouth
The G&D organization has always been considering the possibility that the First Gentleman might lose control, and that the leather factory might forcibly control the organization and turn all its members into sick people.
Once the root of the problem lies in the God's Skin Residence in the center of the city, and once the problem involves the skin clothing worn by everyone, then all the geographical conditions and defensive fortifications of Zion will be of no use.
Therefore, as early as a hundred years ago, the organization began to look for a refuge that could realize the transfer of gentlemen, and ranked the large cities under its management according to factors such as geographical location and gentleman development.
Fromouth, which ranked first, was finally selected as a refuge during special times.
The organization usually sends many gentlemen to Fromouth to carry out "Zionization" reforms, build power stations, lay circuits, reserve resources, etc.
Coincidentally, Fromouth is also the hometown of the newly appointed First Gentleman, Insomniac Garon, who was born in the most famous mental hospital here, Frontal Sanatorium.
Many of the spiritually related gentlemen in the organization came from this nursing home.
When William and Kim walked down the clock tower, the brightly lit streets and all kinds of passers-by were much more prosperous than they had imagined, and there was no such doomsday exile scene as they had expected.
"It's been four months since we evacuated Zion, and the Blood People are restricted to the passageway. The people who fled here are slowly getting used to life here... It makes sense."
Jin suddenly realized something and looked William up and down, "That's right! By the way, William, why is there nothing wrong with your gentleman's clothing?"
"Ah? Well... it's a secret."
"Can't you even tell me?"
"No, this is related to the contract I signed. It will be fatal if it is revealed."
"Eh~ So many little secrets?" Jin did not pursue the matter any further, but started talking about the leather issue: "Let me tell you, 'Gentleman's Leather' is not credible~ Zion is a captive area of the leather factory, and sooner or later there will be problems."
William directly retorted: "Then you didn't use the skin as an important bearing material for the knight's armor?"
“It’s because I’m used to it, and the source epidemic areas in the old world each have their own advantages. I have to say that the leather bags produced by the leather factory are very suitable for lightweight transformation.
Most of the armor materials of the Cancer Palace are too heavy to be used as core components.
Okay~ I'm going to go to Gethsemane first to see if I can find a suitable combat uniform to wear first. Will you come with me?"
"Well... let's go see Mr. Yuri."
Just as William was about to search for Gethsemane's temporary base with Kim, an owl suddenly flew over.
Coo, coo, coo~ The owl's claws landed steadily on William's shoulder, and it kept calling.
"Jin, go to Gethsemane first and say hello to Instructor Bailey and Prophet Yuri for me. I'll come over later."
"Okay~ Remember to come find me soon. I'm afraid I won't be able to control my emotions and suddenly go to Zion alone."
"Um."
Following the owl's direction, William soon arrived at the central building of Fromouth - the Fronto Sanatorium.
This mental hospital has now been completely shut down and has been requisitioned as a comprehensive office building for the organization.
William even saw many exaggerated cartoon advertisements at the door, indicating that the hospital would provide the best and most cutting-edge services to any patient who passed the test and was admitted.
It is essentially a screening of spiritual talents, and if one can demonstrate extraordinary spiritual power within the required years of hospitalization, he or she will be sent directly to Zion to participate in the gentleman's assessment.
However, this mechanism needs to be suspended now.
When you push open the door of the sanatorium building, what comes into view is an arched passage with walls covered with white square tiles, which has an old-fashioned and retro feel.
Because the power station is undergoing large-scale renovation, the power supply is obviously insufficient. Only one light bulb will light up among three, and the one that lights up will flicker due to unstable voltage.
The mental remnants left by the mentally ill patients of the past in the gaps between bricks, corners of walls or in the air, and sometimes one can hear strange screams, laughter or whispers.
This scene is extremely weird. If William had just joined the organization, he would have regarded this place as a pathological place.
Follow the owl up the old escalator to an office on the fifth floor.
The white-haired Chamberson was sitting inside, sorting out the relevant documents regarding the transfer of gentlemen. Although his movements were quick and his eyes were sharp, William could clearly feel that his mentor had aged a lot.
When William came in, Chamberson also quickly stood up with the help of his gentleman's cane.
"William... not bad..."
"Teacher, your body?"
"You just need to rest for a while and adapt to life without skin, and you will recover slowly~ You have been too dependent on your skin in the past, and this is the price you have to pay.
Come on, I'll give you a quick tour of Fromouth.
With your and Jin's return, I think the organization will be taking action soon."
"Teacher, this incident has caused all the skins to fail. Is Mr. Spacey, the CEO's tailor... okay?"
When talking about this name, Chamberson's eyes changed noticeably.
"Spacey's affinity for skins was greater than the other party imagined. Since the first impact was launched through the pulse tower that had not yet been built, Mr. Spacey's high-level skins taken directly from the leather factory were less affected.
At the same time, he also realized that if the pulse tower was not destroyed, by the time it was fully built, the organization would be in disarray, and all the gentlemen who relied on the skin would become useless.
He tried his best to destroy the Pulse Tower, but was eventually killed by the Crimson Nobles...
When he was dying, Spacey also tried his best to transform himself into cortical solution and flow into the building, delaying the construction of the pulse tower as much as possible, which bought us a lot of time to evacuate. "
"Spacey...is dead!"
William's eyes instantly enlarged, and in his hand he was holding the "Skin Bible" borrowed from Spacey, and an extremely strong negative emotion overflowed from his body.
There were even two strange hands floating under the skin, trying to cover William's face.
This commotion even made Chamberson step back, and the students in front of him gradually became unfamiliar.
Eventually, William suppressed his negative emotions and returned to normal, but he still gritted his teeth, his nails even digging into the flesh of his palms, and blood dripped.
"This group of blood people... Don't spare any of them..."