These big shots are actually me - #83 - Chapter 83

This metal was once known as the metal of the gods because it is not only extremely strong, but also has a certain degree of metallic memory that allows it to slowly return to its original shape after being struck.

Its corrosion resistance, magic resistance, etc. are the limits of what mortal artifacts can achieve.

It can be said to be the best among the best, but the price is also extremely high. Under normal circumstances, they can be used as strategic materials to hoard. As a result, the wealthy people in Feilengcui actually used it to forge sewer pipes.

But it does make it durable.

But that’s not what made Mo Zuo sigh. If you have money, use the best materials. This is not something that requires criticism or dissatisfaction. What really made Mo Zuo feel helpless was.

Obviously as long as they are willing to squeeze out a little bit of the money spent on pipelines, they can improve the conditions in the slums very well, but they just don’t. They even built a high wall to keep out of sight and out of mind. .

Fortunately, they built high walls just to keep their eyes clean and not to completely isolate themselves from the slums. Otherwise, those children would probably not be able to find the Sheriff to help until the accident in the sewer completely broke out.

After walking for a while, Mozo and others came to a huge vertical downward circular gap.

This is also the main road and terminus of the sewage pipeline. Sewage pipes coming from all directions and sewers serving as auxiliary channels gather here and pour sewage and stolen goods downward.

Audrey carefully approached the tattered fence and looked down at the dark main sewage channel.

“Below here is the underground river leading to the ruins of Ambition City. There is nothing to see. Dear lady, this is not where we are going.”

The Sheriff looked for a place and then pushed open an iron door. Where is the entrance to the sewer.

Looking at the rusty iron door, Mozuo suddenly asked:

“Where are those children? Why didn’t you see any children all the way here? Adults too.”

The Sheriff stopped what he was doing and sighed:

“They are all working for people outside, and so are the children. Unless they are very young, they will go out to work during the day, otherwise they will not get tomorrow’s bread. And if they lack food for a day, someone may die. “

“You may have never seen those children and adults. Their bodies are too weak. One day, no, missing one meal may kill them.”

Audrey said in surprise:

“You still have to work like this? Isn’t that chronic suicide?”

But after saying that, she fell silent. It was obvious that people would rather commit suicide slowly than work. The only way is to die directly if they don’t work.

The Sheriff was silent for a moment, and then said with a forced smile:

“Actually, you may not believe it, but the people here are pretty good, because unless they are very unlucky, they can basically eat two or even three meals a day. And I heard from my businessman friends that in other places in the alliance , especially the more remote places near the Sacred Tree Forest, because the economy is relatively backward, the local lords are exploiting them more and more fiercely, so many people there basically survive on one meal a day, or even one meal every two days.”

“how so?”

Audrey was really shocked this time. Although she was not a top noble like the two ladies of the Rose family, people who could study at Cromwell University would never be that poor.

What’s more, Audrey is still a transcendent, and because of the prosperity of the country due to the alternation between the old wolf lord and the queen, it is hard for her to imagine that in this era, there are still people who only eat one meal a day or even two days.

“Why not? Those local nobles have never treated people as human beings. For them, if they don’t give them food, no one will be able to live to work for them. I’m afraid they won’t even have a meal. I would like to give it to the poor.”

“Unexpectedly…”

Audrey was silent.

Mozo was also silent for a while. The Northern Business Alliance relies on three neighbors, one is Heather and the other is Luolan. It relies on their mineral resources. The alliance lords of these two neighbors can have a full belly. I am willing to squeeze out some leftovers to make the mud-legged people under my hands work harder. So that you can eat fatter.

But what about the nobles who are close to the Holy Tree Forest? It is well known that elves are exclusive and do not trade with outsiders.

Therefore, the nobles in this place can only trade with their “similar people”. After being exploited once by their similar people, if they want to make more, they can only increase their efforts to ‘eat’ the mud-legged people.

In this way, how can the poor people at the bottom have a good life?

Mozo even deduced that such a ‘gnawing chain’ would be more serious the closer it was to the Forest of Holy Trees. Those nobles will definitely continue to exploit the similar people who are closer to the elves according to their geographical distance.

There is no doubt that the Northern Business Alliance is very wealthy, because even the nobles close to the Forest of the Holy Tree who have been exploited are very wealthy. After all, there is a mine in hand.

But such wealth does not belong to the people.

In the extraordinary world, it is basically impossible for the poor and poor people at the bottom to resist the aristocratic masters who control the extraordinary.

Unless there is some external force to break all this.

After shaking his head, Mozo looked at the sheriff and said:

“Let’s not talk about this for now. Let’s go in and take care of this place first.”

The Sheriff also nodded in agreement, and then walked in at the lead.

The three people walking along the sewer, which served as a auxiliary channel for the sewage pipe, soon saw a large number of rat skeletons.

Looking at the mouse skeleton the size of an old hen, not to mention Audrey and even Mozzo were in a daze:

“The rats here are so big???”

The Sheriff was not surprised and squatted in front of the skeleton to inspect:

“It’s normal. The rich people in Feilengcui often hold various large-scale banquets to show off their wealth, and the food at these banquets must be surplus. In the end, it is all poured into the sewer and discharged here.”

“And those rich people seem to like to add extraordinary materials to their own ingredients. Although the materials that will be thrown away are definitely low-level materials, the accumulation over hundreds of years is amazing enough.”

The Sheriff held up a rather large rat skeleton and said:

“Looking at it from this point of view, I’m a little surprised that these mice are so big.”

After saying that, he held up the skeleton and said strangely to Mozo:

“I’m not happy with you. Although I haven’t seen much of the bones of these mice, don’t you think the skeletons are a bit strange?”

After saying that, he showed the skeleton in his hand to Mo Zuo, and Mo Zuo immediately saw the problem:

“It exploded from the inside, no, it should be said that it opened from the inside.”

After Mozo said this, the Sheriff also reacted:

“Indeed, the ribs were expanded outwards, and many of them were broken. Were they stretched from the inside and then eaten clean by the same kind of people?”

Immediately, the Sheriff’s eyes lit up and he gave a reasonable guess:

“Maybe it’s not a big problem, it’s just that some rich man or noble recently poured some kind of supplementary food over, so that these rats ate themselves to death!”

Mozo did not comment on the Sheriff’s statement, but squatted down. Look carefully at the mouse skeleton in front of you.

At the same time, Audrey also squatted next to Mozo, then touched her arm and whispered uneasily:

“Mozo, I’m reminded of the city of Cromwell.”

That night, there were quite a few supernatural beings who exploded due to the crazy growth of Green Angel’s authoritative body.

Mozo nodded, raised his hand and placed it on the skeleton, and began to write the past for it.

Being eaten by companions.

The body suddenly exploded.

I saw a giant green-haired rat lying on all fours.

Eat something.

….

A giant green-furred rat on all fours? ? ?

When he saw this passing by, Mo Zuo was stunned for a moment. What was this talking about?

After putting down the skeleton with a weird look on his face, Mozo moved forward for a while and found a skeleton that had not been eaten much by rats.

Mozo thought this should have been eaten by the so-called giant green-haired rat. At the same time, Mo Zuo also noticed that a lot of his mental energy had been consumed crazily just now, which was obviously an abnormal consumption.

After activating the book again, Mo Zuo saw the truth.

Being eaten by a giant upright green-haired rat.

The body suddenly exploded.

He was pointed at by the giant upright green-furred rat.

I saw a white scale that was screaming strangely and a huge upright green-haired rat.

….

At this point, Mozuo felt that his head was so painful that it was about to burst.

He knew that this was caused by his indirect contact with high-level existences, which caused his mental energy to be crazily consumed.

But if nothing goes wrong, is that giant green-haired rat the Green Angel? ? ?

And then that weird white scale…

Although my head was so painful that it was about to burst. But Mozo’s expression was still uncontrollably subtle.

The path represented by the green mask still has part of Sequence Three that has not been recovered. At the same time, the Green Angel should be relying on something to resist the pursuit of the Ten-Man Contract.

And it can resist the ten-person contract and conforms to the description of White Libra.

Mozo could only think of one thing.

That is the original pure day scale!

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The pure white scale held by the green angel crawling around suddenly sensed something.

It seemed that someone who made it very angry was approaching.

It wanted to warn the green angel to be careful, but after taking a look at the green angel who was looking at the mouse with his mouth full of laughter, he simply shut up.

If this guy could understand human speech, he wouldn’t be like this.

Just leave it to fate. In the final analysis, it is just an artifact.

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The three Mozos on the other side were following more and more mouse skeletons towards the Green Angel.

After walking for a while, Mr. Sheriff squatted down and looked at the traces in front of him and said with an ugly expression:

“Okay, now I believe your inference. The rats here probably didn’t eat something good to make them die. They probably encountered a cultist or similar monster.”

After Mozo deduced from the book that the last Green Angel and the Pure White Scale were on the opposite side, he expressed his ‘judgment’ to the Sheriff.

He believed that no matter how much food there was, the rats in the slums would become extinct. This should be some weird ritual of a cultist.

Yes, Mozo put the blame on the cultists. Anyway, it’s not strange for those people who believe in evil gods to do anything. It also puts the Sheriff on alert. As for telling him that the opposite side is a Sequence Three and a divine object.

Forget it, no one would believe Mozo even if he said it.

Because that kind of big shot doesn’t have the time to go to a place like this to explode rats.

And now the Sheriff has judged from the traces left by the Green Angel when he got sick that this guy had been crawling around on his hands and feet!

This was obviously not something a normal person would do, so he agreed with Mozo’s reasoning.

Dang even pulled out his revolver and began to apply holy oil on the bullets.

This is the ability of the Seventh Demon Hunter of the Path of Justice Sequence – he can make various holy oils to assist in combat.

For example, to deal with werewolves, use mithril holy oil to silver bullets, and to deal with vampires, use solar holy oil to add holy wounds to bullets. Anyway, it is a very versatile profession.

The disadvantage is that you need to know who your opponent is in advance, otherwise it would be funny to prepare for the werewolf for a long time, and then a troll jumps out of the grass.

But now, the Sheriff put different types of holy oil on the five bullets one by one.

Manually spin the wheel to fight enemies when needed.

Although this will miss the subsequent damage, it is still better than using the wrong holy oil at the beginning.

While pouring oil, the Sheriff said:

“It’s much better now than before. I heard my father say that my grandfather didn’t have such a novel thing as a musket at that time. He could only oil his sword. There was no way to apply multiple kinds of holy oil on a sword. For bows and arrows, it was close. Distance means nothing.”

Audrey nodded and said:

“Your grandpa must be very happy to have such a thing as a revolver now.”

But the Sheriff shook his head and said:

“No, my grandfather has passed away.”

After Audrey was slightly surprised for a moment, she immediately said apologetically: “Sorry, I didn’t know about this.”

The Sheriff said indifferently:

“No need to apologize, you didn’t mean it. Besides, when my grandfather left, my father was still young, and I was not born yet. By the way, that’s how you got the Golden Spike of Transformation Saint you wanted.”

“The noble man who hired my grandfather gave him the Holy Golden Spike as an apology for his intelligence errors, because his knights mistook a vampire bird for a damn werewolf!”