The old knight, who was already exhausted, fell to the sky.
Abdominal injuries are more serious than they appear!
That dagger is not only sharp, but also... poisonous!
Blinding black blood was flowing from the wound.
Everyone was shocked.
They never thought something like this would happen.
Especially the 'mercenaries' under the other party's command. These scarred mercenaries were all at a loss.
The mayor's special adviser who completed the assassination broke his mouth and laughed.
"Sir Beta."
"I wish you a pleasant journey'."
Amidst the gentle laughter, thick corpse spots began to appear on the other party's face, and then the skin began to rot.
Although he was standing there, the other party looked like a corpse that had been lying there for a long time.
but,
Real corpses don't move.
And the other party?
Not only was he talking, he also turned to look at the people around him.
"You all will die!"
"this!"
"Just the beginning!"
The voice was cold, and coupled with the other party's corpse-like state at the moment, even though he was surrounded by mysterious people who had been exposed to the 'weird', his scalp was numb at this time.
because……
Many people know what the scene in front of them represents.
"The third level of 'Gravekeeper'!"
"No!"
"At least a fourth-level 'Gravekeeper' can make a corpse puppet!"
"Otherwise it would be impossible to pretend to be so real!"
Low voices of discussion reached Jason's ears.
And the corpse also looked at Jason.
"And you!"
"The guy who ruined our plans!"
"You will suffer..."
puff!
Before the other party finished speaking, Jason rushed forward, with the knife in his hand and his head flying up.
Suddenly, the rotting corpse quickly turned into a pile of bones.
When the mysterious people around saw this scene, not only were they not surprised, but they even backed away.
Some even turned around and ran away.
It's like running away from the plague.
remaining people?
After hesitating for a while, he slowly left.
They were very grateful to the old Sir for saving their lives.
But let them repay with their lives.
But they can't do it.
not to mention……
The old Jazz is obviously in danger.
Is it worth offending a high-ranking 'gravekeeper' for the sake of a person who is about to die?
"You ungrateful guys..."
"asshole!"
"coward!"
Taniel cursed these people.
Jason said nothing.
In the city that never sleeps, he has seen too many situations like this.
Therefore, he knows what should be done most at this time.
"Help!"
Jason said to the indignant Taniel.
"Oh, oh oh."
Taniel, who came back to his senses, immediately nodded repeatedly, rushed to the old knight's side, and began to check the wound.
After a simple inspection, Taniel frowned.
"The wound is not difficult to treat."
"But……"
"The trouble is the poison."
"I don't know what kind of poison this is!"
Taniel said to his friend.
"Take care of the parts you can handle first."
"Let's think of the rest."
Jason said simply.
"Um!"
Taniel nodded vigorously.
Then, he took off the pharmacist's bag and placed it next to it.
First, he took out two white and cyan potions. The white potions were sprinkled in the surrounding air, and immediately formed a patch of light, surrounding the old Sir and Tanier like fireflies.
Disinfect?
Jason guessed.
‘Pharmacist’ can become one of the professional systems on the mysterious side, so it is naturally unique.
It's just that Taniel is too cowardly, which makes people ignore the magic of this profession.
Well, to a certain extent, whichever profession Taniel works in will be ignored to a certain extent.
Is it really a professional shame?
Thinking in his heart, Jason stopped paying attention to Taniel's treatment.
He believes that the healing ability of a 'pharmacist' far exceeds his, even that of Taniel... (probably, maybe, maybe).
Instead of focusing on treatment.
Might as well think about it now.
The words of the mayor's special adviser still echoed in Jason's ears.
Jason didn't pay attention to the other party's curse words.
What he cares about is: we!
When the other party used words and sentences, they used the word "we".
Subconsciously, Jason touched the items containing the 'Beast Tamer's Dagger' and 'Gravekeeper's Dagger'.
Recalling that these two items have almost the same shape.
Some of the doubts in Jason's heart were finally solved.
"We!"
"It's not like one person has two careers!"
"But two people with different professions!"
"and……"
"Both belong to the same 'organization'!"
"It is precisely because of this that the other party is able to make such a large and detailed layout!"
There is strength in numbers.
It's never an empty talk.
Facing one person and facing ten people are completely different concepts.
Ordinary people are like this.
This is especially true for people on the mystical side.
Although he has no personal experience, Jason can fully imagine the power that different professions will have when they complement each other. It is definitely 1+1>2.
And this is definitely not good news for him.
After all, he has long been on the opposite side of this 'organization'.
More importantly, what was that vast and inexplicable force that appeared out of thin air before?
Jason doesn't consider himself a timid person.
Even if he suddenly entered the city that never sleeps, became 'Jason', and was held at gunpoint by a group of people, Jason was not afraid. He could still clearly assess the situation and choose the most advantageous side.
But facing the sudden force from before, he felt timid.
Thoughts freeze.
I just want to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.
It's like facing the top of the food chain.
Jason believed that if he hadn't gritted his teeth and held on, and the strength had only passed away in a flash, he would have fallen to his knees like Taniel.
"Does that power also belong to that organization?"
Jason thought.
When he thought of this possibility, Jason's frowned brows became even tighter.
Also frowning was Bundy.
The Sheriff came over.
"Jason, do you mean the mayor?"
The question was not finished, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
"have no idea."
Jason shook his head.
He told the truth.
Because, he really couldn't be sure whether the mayor was also made into a corpse puppet, or... he was a member of that 'organization'.
…
Lord, Mayor's Office.
The mayor carefully reviewed the documents and signed his name on the last document.
Then, he handed it over to the waiting secretary.
"Tomorrow morning we will re-plan the outer city according to this plan."
"I need an outer suburb that can accommodate 50,000 people."
"Moreover, the infrastructure must be perfect and transportation must be convenient."
The mayor ordered.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The secretary nodded, turned around and walked out.
When he was about to go out, the secretary turned to look at the mayor who was writing on the desk again, and couldn't help but remind him: "Your Excellency, please go to bed early."
"knew."
The mayor answered without raising his head.
At this, the secretary sighed.
He knew that the mayor would work late into the night.
It has been 20 years and the other party has always been like this.
Even though my health is getting worse, it has not changed.
"Tomorrow I will find a high-level 'pharmacist' to help you regulate your body."
The secretary thought and gently closed the door.
And the moment the door closed, the mayor sat up.
He walked slowly to the window and looked up at the dark night sky.
His eyes were full of smiles.
The biggest obstacle is solved.
"Twenty years!"
“Twenty years of building you!”
"Now it's time for me to harvest!"
"Destroy you!"
"Use your remains as my 'advancement material'!"
In low laughter.
far away,
The fire broke out.
boom!
The next moment, the whole Lord trembled several times.
Everyone looked at the place where the fire broke out in shock, feeling full of anxiety and uneasiness.
