Benodasi District, the slums.

In the past, there were always noisy crowds, shoulder to shoulder, liars, thieves, poor sailors, prostitutes and criminals, and all kinds of people were everywhere, looking for a livelihood.

But now it is a bleak place, with patients who are constantly coughing, lying along the streets.

Half of the street is full of patients with the Black Death, while the other half of the street is full of people who have not yet been sick.

People who have not yet got sick have gathered the sick people on this half of the street.

From time to time, there will be a few strong sailors who will keep coughing and struggling to resist here.

The sailors had no expression on their faces. They didn't know if they were the next person to be thrown over. No one could feel relaxed. The so-called "Bun Death" and "Fox" sadness is probably like this.

The people on the half street where the Black Death gathered can be said to be waiting to die.

For those on the half street that have not yet gotten sick, since the disease has not yet arrived, no matter how scared they are, they must find ways to make money and survive.

After all, for those living in slums, there is no overnight food, and they will be hungry if they don’t work for a day.

The Black Death is a fearful disease, but you have to survive first to be afraid. Between starving and possibly getting sick, everyone can only hold on and continue working.

So although the atmosphere was tense and depressing, everyone could only leave their small and dirty residence and go out to find a job.

And because of the Black Death, it is very difficult to find jobs now. The entire port is closed and you are not allowed to leave. The most common job in the past, the wharf is now gone.

Many strong sailors are fighting for a job as a thug, and they are simply a life-and-death battle.

For older people, it is even harder to find a job.

If you are old and have a disability, you can basically wait to die at home.

Lame Old Hart came to the slum last night. No one knew where he came from, and people here didn't care about this.

Old Hart found the cheapest hotel to stay in.

However, you can imagine how the environment is like when you open a hotel in a slum.

But Old Hart didn't care about environmental issues at all, he just wanted a single room.

Although the single rooms in such places are no different from the large shops and are both dirty and messy, he still wants the single room, even if it costs a lot of money.

For him, a single room is a must.

In the early morning, the slums began to work hard for their livelihoods early in the morning, and the messy newly discovered patients of the Black Death were thrown into another half of the street.

Old Hart got up from the bed and first respectfully performed a ceremony of kneeling and praying to the West.

During the ceremony, he also untied the black cloth strips that had been wrapped around his legs.

The smelly blood immediately mixed with carrion appeared in sight.

But as if he hadn't noticed it, Old Hart took out a knife and cut it on the intact body on the edge of the rotten rotten flesh.

Old Hart's brows jumped and it seemed to hurt, but he continued to cut, even with some fanaticism.

He was still muttering to himself.

"Praise my Lord, the Great Lord of the Blight! May your name go on earth, just as you go on heaven."

Soon, blood flowed out and the rotten wound was enlarged a lot by Old Hart.

As expected, the newly expanded part should also rot tomorrow.

If this continues, I believe that it won't take long to complete his entire thigh.

But he still did.

As a monk, Old Hart used his physical pain to bring himself closer to the gods.

Soon, the morning prayer was completed.

Old Hart rebanded the black cloth strip and limped out of the single room.

It turned out that his lameness was caused by himself.

Benoda East District, Rich District.

Boss Dao and his team came here with two newcomers.

According to the clues obtained before entering the mission, the Hudson family who lived here was a descendant of the Divine Blood Noble a thousand years ago.

Although the bloodline is extremely sparse, almost nothing.

The so-called divine blood nobles, as the name suggests, are nobles with divine blood.

They are often descendants of the bloodlines that remain on earth intentionally or unintentionally. Because they are descendants of the gods, the divine blood nobles are born with powerful power. At the same time, when taking potions, they can digest potions more easily and reduce the chance of falling into madness.

However, after generations of reproduction, the bloodline of the divine blood nobles will become weaker and weaker. Today, a thousand years later, the descendants of the divine blood nobles are almost no different from ordinary people.

Even they themselves, in addition to knowing that they are descendants of the divine blood nobles in the records of their family heritage, cannot feel that they are special.

But no matter how scarce the bloodline is, there are still some residues.

So Boss Dao came to the Hudson family, a family with the weak bloodline of the Lord of the Storm.

Although their family's bloodline is so weak that even the Lord of Storm may not admit that they are their descendants.

Obviously, the purpose of Boss Dao and his group entering this mission was related to the Lord of the Storm.

By the way, Benoda's current mainstream belief is Lord of the Storm.

At the same time, the Lord of the Storm is also the mainstream belief of thousands of islands, more than a dozen cities, and millions of people in the entire East China Sea.

Perhaps compared with the gods on the continent whose believers are counted in millions, these believers of the Lord of Storm are nothing, but the number is definitely not small.

And such a god with millions of believers could not be provoked by Boss Dao and others.

Of course, Boss Dao and the others did not intend to provoke the Lord of the Storm. All they wanted to provoke was the Hudson family.

Otherwise, the Lord of the Storm would sneeze at will and would probably blow them away.

However, even if the Hudson family's bloodline is so weak, someone who comes to the Hudson family may attract the attention of the Lord of the Storm.

Unless the Lord of the Storm is energized by some important things and has no intention to pay attention to these trivial matters.

The boss Dao and his group chose to enter this mission world at this point in time. It was precisely because he spent a lot of money to ask people to calculate that the Lord of Storm was being energized by important things at this moment.

Although he didn't know what important thing was, he didn't need to know. As long as he knew that the storm was coming at this moment, he had no energy to pay attention to their little things.

"Boss, the surroundings are blocked." Green-haired Odahui reported, awakening the thoughtful boss Dao.

"Okay, start to act and don't let anyone go. Especially those of the Hudson family, all the blood should be collected, and no drop should be missing. Then dispose of the body and try not to attract a large-scale attention before we return."
Chapter completed!