Alien Knights

"Diocese Sixth Temporary Morgue? I've heard of this name..."

Huggins said to Rousseau: "That place has long been abandoned. I have seen it from the outside. Whether it is the architectural form or the size of the land, it is very suitable for running a hotel."

Rousseau was a little worried: "But even so, we can't get the operating rights there."

Huggins shook his hand: "Have you forgotten that the battle of Taylor City will begin soon? Although the mansion now belongs to the church, it won't be long before His Majesty's army captures Taylor City. It will become the property of the Holy King."

"If it's the management rights, I have an old relationship with Alfonso, the commander of the Knights. If I ask for mercy, he will probably sell me the favor."

"But we have to move quickly. I'm sure there are many people who are thinking about that house. Maybe several major chambers of commerce in Muxi will be our competitors."

Rousseau sighed: "Sir, if you had not given up those industries in Duixi City, our current life would not be so difficult."

Huggins suddenly became serious: "Rousseau, listen, the operations in Muxi City are all His Majesty's grace to us."

"In the past, we worked for His Majesty, so he turned a blind eye to our business in the city. Now, we have been exiled because of our failure to handle the rebellion in Muxi City. It is lucky that His Majesty did not punish us. Absolutely You can no longer get involved in the affairs of the city."

"I see."

Huggins patted Rousseau on the shoulder: "You can rest at home and recuperate. I will go to the Earl's mansion tonight to have a look. If the interior decoration and arrangement of items meet the requirements, I think the hotel can be officially opened in a week or two of preparation." ”

Rousseau asked: "You mean entering there tonight? Will there be danger?"

Huggins laughed: "I inquired in advance. The church soldiers evacuated a few weeks ago."

After comforting Rousseau a few more words, Huggins dressed up, walked out of the back room, and said to Rousseau's mother: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Rousseau's mother, an old woman who always looked kind and kind, carefully took out the badge engraved with the dragon's head from her chest and said softly: "May the Holy King bless you."

Late that night.

Putting on a black cloak and a half-hung mask, Huggins followed the wall and carefully walked to the side entrance of Zickel's mansion.

Squatting down, Huggins turned over the soil on the ground and found two vague ruts.

"Isn't there no one living here?" Huggins said to himself: "But the ruts are new, and the goods transported...are very heavy. Could it be a thief who stole the goods?"

Using the strength-enhancing ability, Huggins judged the place to stay, climbed over the gap in the side wall, and came to the garden of the mansion.

To his surprise, the garden was not overgrown with weeds as he had imagined. Looking around, there were dead plants everywhere.

Huggins frowned and looked at the ancient house that looked like a sleeping beast in the dark night, and paused for a long time.

After climbing up the low wall and then climbing up to the attic along the gap in the wall, Huggins found a broken window and carefully climbed in.

Stepping into the attic of the ancient house, what hit Huggins' nose was a smell he was familiar with, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Lighting the fire in his arms and lighting the torch he carried with him, Huggins walked along the attic stairs to the aisle on the third floor. The debris everywhere made him whisper: "It seems like those bastards from the church, I’ve already cleaned all the valuable things.”

Portraits of the previous owners of the mansion hung on the walls, which looked particularly strange under the dim light of the fire.

"A few years ago, these people were famous nobles in Tyro City." Huggins shook his head: "Now, I'm afraid they are all just piles of withered bones."

Following the spiral staircase, Huggins walked to the lobby on the first floor. The magnificent layout and well-preserved decoration made him very satisfied with the mansion.

"It doesn't take much money to make this place look brand new. When His Majesty's army captures this city, it will soon slowly become prosperous, just like Silver Ring City." Huggins let out a long sigh: "This is also the case. It can be regarded as finding a way to survive for Rousseau and others."

Just when he was about to leave, some small and strange sounds came from the ground.

"I remember that there were wine cellars and basements down there. Later, it was converted into a temporary morgue."

Huggins circled the first floor and finally found the entrance to the basement at the end of a passage in the side hall.

Looking at the iron lock on the iron door of the basement, Huggins first put his ear up to listen for a while, and then used his strength-enhancing ability to directly remove the rusty iron lock.

Pushing open the iron door, the strong smell of corpses that hit his face made Huggins take several steps back.

"If we really open a hotel here, it will definitely be a big trouble to deal with the corpses here."

Huggins grumbled and lifted his collar up to cover his mouth and nose.

Walking into the dark cellar, stretchers used to carry corpses, scattered clothes, and some broken human limbs and bones could be seen everywhere. However, Huggins felt a little strange. After walking for a long time, he didn't see a complete corpse. .

After passing through the long underground passage, Huggins came to the center of the underground wine cellar - an exquisitely designed elevator.

Looking at the complex and huge lift platform in front of him, Huggins was speechless: "I never thought this place would be so big."

Taking a closer look, Huggins discovered some problems.

This lift platform does not look like an original part of this ancient house at all, but more like a work that was completed in a hurry a month ago.

There was a sentence on the sign on the elevator platform. Huggins held up the torch and looked at it carefully, but there were two sentences, one in Latin and the other in Southern Empire.

Huggins didn't know much Latin, but he knew this sentence.

"Live to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge wind pressure hit Huggins in the darkness.

Huggins, who was already on high alert, rolled forward and barely escaped the attack from behind, but the torch in his hand also fell to the ground.

Looking at the huge outline of the enemy in the darkness, Huggins, who lost his vision, said angrily: "I should have been vaccinated with night vision in Twilight West City if I had known this."

There was a loud bang, and a large crater was made by the attacker on the ground where Huggins was originally.

Relying on the reflexes he had developed over a long period of time, Huggins kicked off his feet and dodged the attacker's second attack at the last moment.

Feeling the impact of the flying sand and stones, Huggins opened his eyes wide and thought to himself, what a powerful force.

"Stop it! Marcos!"

An old voice came from the direction of the elevator, stopping the attacker's movements.

Hearing this voice, Huggins turned his head in disbelief.

"Myris?"