Chapter 550

But just when he was in a hurry to go home, the butcher suddenly stopped him:

"Hey, wait, don't go that way."

"Why?"

The young boatman asked doubtfully:

"I walk this road every day."

"We can't walk today. It's said that a horse went crazy and hit him on the road. The guards are cleaning it up now."

"It's just a horse...it's not that big of a deal, the road is so wide."

"Who knows? But it makes sense to ask you not to leave."

The butcher lit a cigarette and said leisurely.

Looking at the butcher's meaningful expression, the young boatman also shuddered. He suddenly remembered some things that often happened in the lower city, such as killings on the street, gang fights, etc... These ordinary people must not Things that get mixed up in it.

Ma going crazy may just be an official statement.

"Then I'll take a detour first. Thank you Uncle Ford. Damn it, it might be a little late now...Forget it, meat is a luxury, spending a few candles is nothing."

The young boatman was chanting, speeding up his pace and going around in the other direction.

When the young man disappeared from sight, the butcher immediately calmed down his expression, put out the inferior cigarette in his hand, and bent down respectfully.

"Lord Rat King."

"Um."

From behind the shop, a short figure walked out, it was the Rat King.

The Rat King raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Calculating the time, it should be almost done."

"Yes, the brothers guarding outside also sent news that the movement inside has disappeared."

"Then let's go."

"yes."

The Rat King made his way towards the blocked building.

Along the way, there were people in guard uniforms setting up roadblocks on the road, but when they saw the Rat King, they bowed respectfully and saluted.

They are not really guards, but disguised by the Rat King's subordinates to facilitate driving away the crowd.

"Master Bruce said that no one from the Guard would come to this street today, but he actually didn't come. It seems that he has an extremely close relationship with the Guard... no, maybe with higher-ups. ”

The Rat King thought of the consul who used thunderous means to clean up the original corrupt guard force. Although he had not yet seen that adult, his expression was already more respectful.

Unaccompanied by any of his men, he entered the building alone.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, but it was not as tragic as the Rat King imagined. In addition to the damage to many walls and floors around him, he could not even see the corpses left by the monsters, or even blood stains.

It was as if they had been erased out of thin air.

While being frightened, the Rat King continued to move forward cautiously, and finally saw that figure in an extremely damaged and empty room.

This seems to have been the bar room of a bar. A big hole has been opened in the ceiling at the top. The hole is not only on the first floor, but on the entire sixth floor.

It's like a meteorite that smashed down from the top floor and broke through all the way to the underground.

The light fell, reflecting the flying dust, and the figure sat quietly in the center of the ruins. The black dress on his body was still spotless, and there was not even a trace of blood left from the previous fierce battle.

"Lord Bruce."

The Rat King walked cautiously to the figure. While lowering his head, his eyes passed over the statue-like figure, and then he was suddenly stunned.

Because in front of Mu En who was sitting quietly, Wood, who had returned to his adult form, was lying there naked.

He looked unscathed on the outside, but he wasn't breathing.

"It's Sam."

Mu En said softly.

"it's me."

The Rat King squatted down.

"Are you... okay?"

"What can happen to me?"

Mu En raised her head, her face illuminated a little brighter by the light.

The face was still so profound, with a faint smile and calmness, but the darkness that dissipated in the depths of the eyes still made the Rat King dare not look directly.

"You're fine."

"Um."

Mu En nodded lightly, then lowered his head, staring at Wood in front of him, tapping his hands lightly on his knees, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Sam."

"exist."

"Do you know about animal transformation?"

Mu En asked suddenly.

"Beast transformation?"

The Rat King was stunned for a moment, then replied:

"Of course I know. I remember that some people with ** bloodline have changed due to external stimulation or bloodline returning to their ancestors."

"Can ordinary people without ** blood turn into beasts?"

"How is it possible? If you don't have bloodline, wouldn't you just be an ordinary person?"

"Yes, if you don't have blood, you are just an ordinary person."

Mu En suddenly turned his head and stared at the Rat King:

"Then based on your knowledge of Wood, you think he will have that kind of pedigree."

"Of course not. Generally, people with that kind of bloodline will show it in terms of fighting spirit and magic power. I have known Wood for more than ten years, and he has never..."

As he spoke, the Rat King's body suddenly froze.

He lowered his head little by little, looking at the naked man with incomprehensible horror.

"what do you mean……"

"Yes, neither Wood nor his men have any blood. In fact, that kind of blood is relatively rare, and it is impossible for everyone to have it."

"But...but they all..."

"They all turned into monsters. People without bloodline turned into monsters."

Mu En murmured:

"This is the scary part."

After killing Wood, Mu En had read his soul records with the Black Book and learned that the source of these beasts came from the medicine sent by the old ghost.

It is said that the medicine has the effect of improving strength in a certain period of time. Now it seems that the old ghost did not deceive them. They did improve their strength in a short period of time. What the old ghost did not say was that the medicine had a little side effect.

Originally, Mu En thought that the medicine was the same as the magic potion in the previous Amon incident. The effect was to over-stimulate the potential of their bloodline... But this is not the case.

They are all ordinary people without any special blood.

The reason they turned into monsters was just because of that small medicine.

"It seems that this is no longer the level of gang fighting in the lower city."

The weird medicine could never come from the old ghost.

Even if he was the ghost ten years ago, the man who almost ruled the dark side of Belrand, he could not take out this kind of medicine.

The source of the medicine could only come from those behind him.

The Council.

These three words appeared in Mu En's mind again.

"But...are those people too anxious?"

This terrifying and strange medicine, no matter when it is taken out, may have the final say...for example, in the competition for that position later.

But those people are so eager to use it to take back the lower city?

Why?

To restart the sale of banned drugs? For smuggling channels?

They are also short of money? Even to the point where selling the manor can't make up for the gap?

Or is there something they urgently need in the lower city?

"It seems that it is impossible to get the answer to the question by simply thinking."

After thinking for a while, Mu En, who had no clue, sighed, took out his pocket watch and took a look, slowly stood up, and put his hat on his head again.

"My lord?"

The Rat King finally came back to his senses and bent down and said:

"You want..."

"Don't follow me, I have something to do."

Mu En tidied his clothes and strode out of the building.

"Something?"

The Rat King looked at Mu En's back as if he was walking towards the battlefield, and his expression gradually became serious. After such a fierce battle, the lord was still working non-stop and doing things without rest...

It must be very important, probably related to the safety of the lower city.

...

"I want a room with a bathroom."

Ten minutes later, Mu En appeared in a hotel in the lower city.

After asking for a room with a bathroom, he finally took off his disguise and took a nice hot bath.

Then, he lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

Yes, his priority was to sleep.

Of course, sleeping was no longer a necessity for Mu En now. His strong mental strength was enough to support him for at least half a month without sleep.

But...

How could he be so tired and exhausted when going on a date with a lady?

If he was disliked by the lady, it would be more terrible than the destruction of the entire lower city.

Huh?

Wait.

But if it was Cecilia, she would stare at him with cold eyes and disgust...

On the soft bed, Mu En suddenly opened his eyes, and all sleepiness disappeared.

88. Pseudonym

Mu En opened his eyes.

After a good sleep, his spirit, which had not rested for several days, was fully replenished. Mu En now felt relaxed.

He glanced at the wall clock, which was exactly 24 hours, exactly the same as the time he had scheduled to wake up.

Although he fell asleep later than expected, his control over his body was so strong that he could wake up whenever he wanted. He was no longer the playboy who needed a maid to wake him up every day.

"But now, is it better to pick up the things that were thrown away before?"

Mu En got up and put on his black dress.