0351 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 57)
As he said that, Master Logist was secretly shocked: I didn't expect that the new noble lady before departure suggested that I choose this person to be the coachman. So there is such a purpose?
Now he finally understood why Count Lemust, who never sent anyone to inspect the lower city, was still able to eat himself to death.
The real reason for this sad look was that after agreeing to do things for Zhen Cheng, he himself didn't know what he was going to get on this trip.
After hearing Master Logist's explanation, the old coachman looked uncertain for a while, then he took a deep breath and continued driving:
"Sir, this kind of head-turning thing is no joke..."
After all, he was an uneducated low-level groom, and it was his limit to hide the strangeness in his expression to this extent.
However, Lord Logist himself is not much better. If Zhen Cheng hadn't asked for it, he might not have been able to detect this chess piece that was buried by Count Constable among his close associates in more than ten years.
The motorcade was meandering along at a leisurely pace, and could be clearly seen at the foot of the mountain city.
This caused countless farmers and workers from the Sheji Gang and the Labor Gang to stop what they were doing and watch. There were also many children under the age of child laborers chasing the convoy and having fun.
However, due to the slope of the mountain, it is very difficult to see the caravan in the upper city through the layers of buildings.
Under Zhen Cheng's beating, Lord Logist did things very cleanly this time in order to show his "loyalty" after digging out the remains.
He summoned horse teams from various districts of the city for different reasonable reasons, so that spies like the old coachman did not realize that things were unusual until the team set off, and there was no time to deliver the message.
And even if the information is leaked and leads to an investigation by the House of Commons, Mr. Logist will not be too concerned about it. When the time comes, he will show his full cooperation and let the old count fight with the eldest lady.
In the end, there is a high probability that the blame will be placed on Ms. Gesha, who has a dispute with him. After all, he was not even informed about the items he wanted to transport. How could Lord Logist be suspected of taking the initiative to inform the earl?
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After more than half a day, the convoy arrived at its destination.
The unified universe does not distinguish between day and night, but for basic physiological needs and collaborative work, people have maintained the habit of timing their rest based on daily cycles.
When the convoy arrived, although there was still an eternal dusk-like haze in the sky, there were very few pedestrians on the streets.
Under Lord Logist's arrangement, new caravans gradually joined the cities they passed through, forming a rather exaggerated team.
And their final destination is at this place where the mountain city of the King of Vanbaiah is adjacent to the edge of the wilderness.
Even in the lower city area where mortals and poor people live together, this area can be considered indescribably desolate. The dilapidated houses are swaying here and there, struggling to support themselves in large ruins, and nine out of ten rooms are empty.
Many people living here are not even under the jurisdiction of the four major gangs. They are abandoned orphans and elders waiting for death, disabled, and make a living by begging and picking up garbage.
In addition to these abandoned mortals, there are also a large number of ferocious beasts inhabiting the lower areas outside the city.
These include a pack of wild dogs that were also abandoned by humans and have almost degenerated into wolves, cat monsters, ferocious pigs, and evil spirits that have been mutated by the inexplicable power of the wilderness.
In the depths of the wilderness, those unconscious god stars, weak monsters and beasts that are unable to survive in areas where civilization cannot set foot, have become the outermost permanent ecology of the city with the acquiescence of the nobles.
For the nobles in the upper city, these beasts and magical beasts have the triple value of being the first level of warning of changes in the wilderness, controlling the escape and loss of mortals at the bottom, and hunting for entertainment.
Of course they would not take the initiative to raise these game animals. The old, weak, sick and disabled mortals on the outermost layer became their food.
Among these ruins, there are a few tall and magnificent buildings that are not inferior to those in the inner city.
Most of them have strange styles and strange shapes, so much so that many residents in lower-level urban areas would not dare to approach them to ask for a bowl of water even if they starved to death.
These are the kind of churches that believe in evil gods with surly temperaments or mysterious behaviors. Such as the Wilderness Cult, such as...Sleeping Crime.
When Lord Logist led the convoy into the sleeping Church of Sin of Shub Gratoni, a massive panic broke out among the coachmen in the procession.
But the team is too large, and the animals behind are pushing forward on their butts. It would be very dangerous to stop. At this time, it is absolutely impossible to escape.
However, most of those who feel panic are male drivers. They have heard too many stories about how they were twisted into terrifying monsters that did not even exist in the wilderness due to the gaze of the soft-bodied female protagonist in the abyss.
For the women in the cavalry, they were more flushed than panicked. In fact, some of them did come here to have fun.
This was the first time Lord Logist himself entered such a dangerous place. When he stepped into the door formed by two coiled tentacles covered with suckers, he swallowed secretly and finally decided to trust the new owner's arrangements.
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In the temple of Shabu, the priestesses were leaning against the wall casually, sitting or lying down, wearing gauze and looking charming.
Their bodies have some mutations, such as cat-like pupils, flexible tongues like palms, or soft fingers with fine suckers.
But this mutation itself does not look scary or disgusting. Under the lazy posture of the priestesses, there is a hint of exotic charm.
The men and women in the convoy, who were used to living a poor life, blushed with shame and lowered their heads.
"Come, come, welcome. Just drive the car in from here. I have arranged all the goods."
The melodious Lolita sound was lively and joyful, accompanied by the tinkling silver bells coming from high above the altar, causing Mr. Logist to look up.
Their idols are usually not enshrined in the temples of higher gods. Firstly, few people can look directly at their bodies and carve them. Secondly, even if they are just statues, ordinary people are likely to be profoundly affected by seeing them.
Therefore, the colossus that Master Logist saw was a tentacle coiled behind a huge cat's head with a horizontal pupil, curled up like the sun - Okatapus.
Under the cat's head, a man wearing gold and silver with a flowery smile was jumping up and down in the corner and waving to him.
"devil?"
His eyes were fixed on Cai Pixiu's drooping and slightly curled sheep horns. This chapter has been completed!