Compared with the cityscape under the sun, the underground sewage pipe network in Muxi City is a completely different world.
If you look at the sewer engineering drawings, the shape of the entire pipe network system is a bit like "a ring with a cross embedded in it."
The entire sewerage project was started in March 1171. After one year, the total length of the excavation was more than 3.8 kilometers, responsible for the sewage discharge of 70% of the entire city's population. Looking at it today, this municipal project may not be considered much.
But judging from the conditions of the Middle Ages, this can be regarded as a miracle.
The reason why the Muxi sewer network can be completed so efficiently and quickly is, on the one hand, due to the industrial application of "earthquake fungi", "soil solidification" and other special powers, and on the other hand, because Muxi City is located on the seaside, and the soil is loose and has
Conducive to digging.
Walking through the sewers, which are like underground corridors, there is no guidance from the moon or stars. The only ones that can provide weak light are some unknown fluorescent mushrooms growing beside the sewers.
A mysterious man wearing a robe and a hood was walking on the corridor of the sewer. In the palm of his right hand, a bright flame rose, illuminating everything around him.
He walked along the circular sewer to the intersection, then turned and walked towards the sewage platform in the center of the underground.
This underground room of less than 100 square meters is located in the center of the entire world of sewage pipes, with the church square in Muxi City above its head.
The mysterious man walked onto the sewage platform and was attracted by the sticky objects under his feet.
It's like a "blanket made of blood vessels" is spread all over the floor and walls, and occasionally you can see some undigested human remains hidden in it. Countless bloody worms are swimming in and out of the "blanket", devouring the flesh.
Blocks and scraps, constantly growing and spawning.
"Leslie, you're late. Where are the things I want you to bring?"
A deep voice came from the darkness, and Lawrence, who had returned to his original appearance, appeared in the firelight and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.
The mysterious man slowly took off his hood, and the red mark on his forehead was particularly dazzling. It was Alfonso's follower, the "Flame Breath" mutant - Leslie.
"Great Elder, I thought the last time was the last time." Leslie's face was expressionless, but his voice was slightly trembling: "You promised before that if I provide you with the list of biochemical factories, you will give it to me.
Master, peace and tranquility, and unlock this ‘soul link’ on me!”
Lawrence looked at Leslie and shook his head and said: "My child, your request makes me feel sad. You belong to the "Presbyterian Church", and the "soul link" between us should be regarded as an honor."
The flame in Leslie's hand shook a few times: "For all these years, you have just used me to spy on Mr. Alfonso."
"'Surveillance' is not the right word. I prefer 'observation'. His loyalty, his moral character and his choices. Don't you find it interesting that you have been with him for so long?" Lawrence
He spread his hands and said, "I need someone to follow him and record his life without being discovered by him."
Leslie was silent for a while, and then whispered: "Great Elder, I ask you again, let Sir Alfonso go."
Lawrence glanced sideways at him and made a questioning voice in a long tone.
"You gave the 'Sutherland Legacy' to his wife, causing the latter to mutate and kill her own child." Leslie's left hand tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, trying to keep his tone calm: "You also gave it to his wife.
"Dragon Bone" was given to Alfonso, and I watched helplessly as he slaughtered his relatives with his own hands. In the end, you let me pretend to be rescued by him and stay to monitor his every move... I don't understand, I really don't understand, what's the point of all this?
significance?"
"Meaning? I built a stage and performed a drama called "Human Nature" on it, that's all."
Lawrence's words made Leslie raise her head in surprise.
"Stage? Drama?"
"I never believe that there is so-called "pure kindness" in this world. Everyone's behavior has a strong self-interest tendency. Even those guys who give food and wealth to others for free, deep down, they only pursue
The psychological satisfaction brought by ‘good deeds’.” Lawrence touched his chin and said, “I have seen countless ‘saints’ and ‘people of noble character’ who were far away from depravity and evil, but in the end it turned out that they just lacked an opportunity or a reason.
.”
"So, I use tragedy and misfortune to set up a stage for those saints, and from the perspective of an observer, I will see whether 'humanity' will eventually swallow up their 'hypocrisy'."
Leslie's expression looked like she had seen a monster.
Lawrence smiled and said: "Do you think there is something wrong with my brain? Or maybe I am a psychopath? It doesn't matter. Many people have criticized me face to face. Or, you regard my observation behavior as a personal hobby, and you will
Better to understand. As for Alfonso... To be honest, my interest in him has gradually become less and less..."
Leslie raised his head suddenly: "You mean, you don't plan to monitor him anymore?!"
"I have found a more perfect performer, but his observation may force me to break the rules of the past and change from an observer to an interlocutor. Because he carries something that is important to me.
message. So, Leslie, give me what I need."
Looking at Lawrence's hand reaching out to him, Leslie was hesitant.
The former added: "As long as you give me what I want, the surveillance mission on Alfonso will officially end, and you will regain your freedom."
Leslie thought again and again, and finally took out a blueprint from his arms and handed it into the other party's hands.
Lawrence slowly unfolded the drawing, looked at the map depicted on it and the time marked on it, nodded and smiled: "With your position as master, your relationship with the guards has really helped me a lot! Well... the day after tomorrow will be
The timetable for the Advent Mass ceremony and the personnel distribution map in the church square are great, this is what I want.”
Leslie put on his hood and said solemnly: "Great Elder, please remember your promise. From now on, please do not disturb Mr. Alfonso's life."
After saying this, Leslie turned around and disappeared at the end of the sewer.
"Why not kill him here?"
Sabrina's figure appeared from the darkness, tilted her head and asked Clarence.
The latter looked at the drawing in his hand and explained: "First, if you kill him now, you will not see his attendants for two days, which will arouse Alfonso's suspicion; second, Leslie is not as you imagined
So stupid. As far as I know, he made some preparations before meeting us every time; thirdly, this child will be of some use to us in the future."
Sabrina shrugged noncommittally, leaned over to look at the drawings, and then said: "Although we now have the layout of the venue and the ceremony schedule, look at it, the total number of guards around the king is almost
With two regiments, not to mention there will definitely be sentries and spies in the crowd, we can't get close to him at all."
"Approaching? Who told you that we were going to take the initiative to approach him?"
Sabrina looked at Lawrence suspiciously: "If we don't go find him, do you still expect him to fall from the sky?!"
Lawrence looked at the huge squirming bloodworms on the wall of the room, turned his head to Sabrina and smiled: "You're right."