Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 353 The Wisdom of Mortals

As he said that, Mr. Logist was secretly astonished: I didn't expect that the new noble lady hinted that I chose this person as the driver before departure. So there was such a purpose?
Now he finally understood why Earl Lemuster, who never sent anyone to inspect the lower city, was still able to eat himself to death.

But 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.

Hearing Mr. Logist's explanation, the old coachman's expression was cloudy for a while, and then he took a deep breath and continued to drive:

"My lord, this kind of head loss is not a joke..."

After all, he is an uneducated low-level groom, and it is his limit to conceal the strangeness of his expression to such an extent.

But Lord Logist himself was not much better.If it wasn't for Zhen Cheng's advice, he might not be able to notice this pawn buried in his confidant by Earl Conslamur for more than ten years.

The convoy meanders, not too fast, and can be seen clearly at the foot of the mountain city.

This caused countless farmers and workers from the Social Land Gang and the Labor Gang to stop their work and wait and see, and many children who were under the age of child labor chased the convoy and had fun.

However, due to the slope of the mountain, it is very difficult to see the caravan team through the layers of buildings in the upper city.

Under Zhen Cheng's beating, Mr. Logist did things very clean this time in order to express his "loyalty" after poking out the basket of the relic.

He used different reasonable reasons to convene the horse teams in various districts of the city to gather, so that eyeliners like the old coachman didn't realize that things were unusual until the caravan set off, and it was too late to pass on the information.

And even if the information leaked, Mr. Logist would not be too concerned if the House of Commons were to investigate.When the time comes, put on a look of full cooperation and let the old earl pinch the eldest lady.

As a result, there is a high probability that the blame will be thrown on the head of Ms. Gaisha who has a dispute with him.After all, he was not even told what he was going to transport, so how could Mr. Logist be suspected of taking the initiative to inform the earl?

After half a day, the convoy arrived at the destination.

The unified universe does not distinguish between day and night, but for basic physiological needs and collaborative labor, people maintain the habit of timing and resting on a daily basis.

When the convoy arrived, although the sky was still in an eternal dusk-like haze, there were already very few pedestrians on the street.

Under the arrangement of Mr. Logist, new caravans and horses gradually joined in the passing urban areas, and gathered into a rather exaggerated team.

And their final destination is at the edge of the wilderness adjacent to the mountain city of the capital of Vanbia.

Even in the lower city where mortals and poor people live together, this land boundary can be regarded as indescribably desolate.The dilapidated houses are crumbling here and there, struggling to support themselves in the vast ruins, and most of them are empty.

Many people living here are not even under the jurisdiction of the four major gangs.They are abandoned orphans and elders waiting to die, handicapped, begging and picking up trash for a living.

In addition to these abandoned mortals, there are also a large number of wild beasts inhabiting the bottom area outside the city.

These include wild dogs that were also abandoned by humans and have almost degenerated into wolves, cat demons, ferocious pigs, and demons that have been polluted and mutated by inexplicable forces in the wasteland.

These weak monsters and beasts in the depths of the wilderness, those unconscious gods and stars, and the areas where civilization cannot set foot, are unable to survive. With the acquiescence of the nobles, they have become the resident ecology of the outermost layer of the city.

For the nobles in the upper city, these wild beasts and monsters have the triple value of warning the wilderness, controlling the escape and loss of mortals at the bottom, and hunting and entertaining.

Of course they will not actively raise these wild game.And the old, weak, sick and disabled mortals on the outermost layer became their prey.

Among the ruins, there are just a few sporadic tall and magnificent buildings that are not inferior to the inner city.

Most of them have strange styles and weird shapes, and even many residents in the lower urban areas dare not approach them to ask for a bowl of water even if they are starving to death.

These are the kind of churches that believe in surly or secretive evil gods.Such as the Wilderness Cult, such as... Sleeping Crimes.

When Lord Logist led the caravan into the sleepy church of crime in Shab Gratoni, there was a mass panic among the coachmen in the procession.

But the team is too large, and the animals behind are driving forward with their buttocks on their backs. It will be very dangerous to stop.At this time, it is absolutely impossible to escape.

However, most of the panicked ones were male coachmen. They had heard too many stories about being distorted into terrifying monsters that would not even exist in the wasteland because of the gaze of the soft-bodied female lord in the abyss.

For the women in the cavalry, it was more blushing than panic.In fact some of them did come here to have fun.

It was also the first time Logist-sama entered such a dangerous place.When he stepped into the gate formed by the two coiled tentacles covered with suckers, he swallowed secretly, and finally decided to trust the new owner's arrangement.

In Shabu's temple, the priestesses are leaning against the wall loosely, sitting or lying down, wearing tulle, all charming.

There are more or less variations in their bodies, such as cat-like pupils, flexible tongues like palms, or soft fingers with fine suction cups.

But the mutation itself doesn't look scary or disgusting.Under the lazy posture of the priestesses, there is a hint of exotic charm.

All the while, the men and women in the convoy who were accustomed to living a poor life blushed and lowered their heads.

"Come, come, welcome. Just drive the car in from here, and I have already arranged all the goods."

The melodious Lolita voice was lively and joyful, accompanied by the jingling silver bells, which came from the high place above the altar, causing Lord Logist to look up.

In the temples of the higher gods, their own idols are usually not enshrined.Firstly, few people can look directly at their bodies for carving, and secondly, even if it is just a statue, ordinary people may be deeply affected when they see it.

Therefore, the colossus seen by Mr. Logist is like the tentacles coiled behind the huge flat-eyed cat's head, curled up like the sun-Octapus.

Under the cat's head, a man wearing gold and silver, with a smile like a flower, was bouncing and waving to himself in the corner.

"devil?"

His gaze was fixed on Cai Pixiu's drooping and slightly curly sheep horns.

(End of this chapter)