newbobooks Chapter 147 In the Sewer
Chapter 147 In the Sewer
Chapter 147 In the Sewers (Thank you for your generous donations)
According to information within the Night Watchers, the "Pharmacist" is a Sequence 9 Extraordinary, capable of concocting medicines to treat diseases, and possesses good resistance to toxins.
The fat apothecary's herbs were planted in the sewers of the Backlund Bridge area, some distance from here, so they rented a carriage to try and resolve the matter as quickly as possible. Luze could probably stay conscious for another hour or so, which, even with the travel time, would be enough.
The two chatted briefly in the carriage.
The portly pharmacist only said his name was Darkwell, but when Luze asked about his specific background, he seemed hesitant.
He was unwilling to answer. Perhaps it was because Lu Ze had acted so terrifyingly before, making him wary.
"Do you know of any places nearby where extraordinary individuals can trade, or any gatherings?"
Lu Ze was too lazy to explain to him, so he simply changed the subject and asked about the information he wanted.
"That's easy. There are many gatherings of extraordinary individuals in Backlund. They usually agree on a date and place, and attend in a senior-mentoring-newcomer format," said the portly pharmacist, Darkwell. "I know of at least two. I can take you there after this matter is settled."
"That would be perfect."
Lu Ze nodded.
The carriage stopped at a secluded alleyway in the Backlund Bridge district, and the two men got out and walked into the alley.
"Hmm? It seems someone has already been here."
Darkwell took a few steps and then suddenly spoke.
Lu Ze looked in the direction he was looking and saw a dark sewer opening at the end of the alley, with the cover already opened by someone.
I went over to take a look and found that the marks were quite old, indicating it wasn't opened recently. This means either the people who went in forgot to close it when they came out, or they didn't return.
"Who else have you told about this place?"
Lu Ze asked.
"I only told that guy Horn."
Darkwell said, his round face trembling with nervousness, "So, he wasn't lying to me, and his underlings really all died in there?"
Lu Ze gave him a wary look.
"Normally, I should ask you for more money on the spot, otherwise I won't go down."
"Um... okay, then I'll give you a few more doses of treatment potion, they're very effective."
"I don't need the medication, just give me an extra 10 pounds."
Lu Ze said without even thinking.
"OK!"
Darkwell hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.
It seems that the following medicinal herbs are really important to him.
Once the price was agreed upon, Luze didn't delay any longer. He went to the well, looked back at Darkwell, and said, "Let's go."
"Should I go down too?"
"If you don't go down, who will show me the way?"
Lu Zeqi said.
Darkwell's face turned troubled, because what Luzer said did make sense, but he really didn't want to go down.
"...Then you have to protect my safety, you absolutely must!"
He hesitated for a while, until Lu Ze seemed a little impatient, before he finally agreed.
The two walked to the edge of the dark passage and climbed down the ladder on the side wall.
As they ventured deeper, a warm yet foul odor immediately enveloped them, accompanied by the sound of rushing water. After climbing about four or five meters, they reached the bottom of the ladder and stepped onto flat, damp ground.
The taste was normal, and there was no biogas buildup.
Lu Ze thought to himself, "That makes sense. If there were biogas, the herbs that the pharmacist grows would have died long ago."
So he confidently activated the lamb's soul within him, causing crimson fireballs to ignite around him, illuminating the dark underground environment. The damp walls reflected the light, revealing a strange, crystalline texture.
Lu Ze took a few steps and looked around.
The space below... is surprisingly spacious.
A century ago, Backlund experienced a large-scale plague. Due to the blockage of the groundwater system, drinking water was contaminated, leading to a large number of citizens contracting the plague (historical fact). After the disaster, the Loen authorities began to renovate the groundwater system, creating the extensive groundwater network we see today.
Descending from the well, he found himself in a narrow, domed alleyway that sloped downwards, with the sound of water emanating from its end. Emerging from the alley, after a drop of about five or six meters, the view suddenly opened up before him.
An underground river flows through a channel made of bricks and cement, wide enough for boats to navigate.
The stench grew increasingly pungent, and the flowing water was mixed with an unknown amount of filth.
"Is it really a good idea to grow medicinal herbs in a place like this?"
Luze turned and gave Darkwell a wary look. "That's something you're going to eat."
"What's wrong with that? Some herbs just like dark and damp places."
Darkwell, who had been nervously observing his surroundings, straightened his back immediately when he heard Luze questioning his professionalism. "Besides, you need to add fertilizer when planting herbs, and fertilizer is even dirtier."
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket and applied it to the area under his nose, where the philtrum immediately turned dark, looking like a thick beard had grown.
"Would you like some to neutralize the odor?"
He handed the ointment to Lu Zedao.
Lu Ze shook his head in disgust, and with a slight use of flesh magic, the tissue inside his nasal cavity proliferated, immediately reducing his sense of smell.
"It's not poisonous, don't worry."
"I'm a pharmacist," said Shan with a smile.
"I said I don't need it, hurry up and give me directions."
Upon hearing Luze's words, Darkwell quickly put away the ointment, stepped forward, and led the way for him.
The two gradually fell silent, simply walking down the river beside them, accompanied by the sound of the flowing water. Around the edge of the fireball's glow, rats, insects, and other creatures squeaked and fled.
Ok?
Lu Ze's ears twitched slightly, as if he had heard some strange sound.
"We're almost there."
"Darkwell said in a low voice."
The two turned a corner and came to a recessed space, about half the size of a room, which seemed to be where the sewer cleaners stored their tools. However, the tools were now set aside, replaced by several rows of wooden shelves of varying heights, filled with flowerpots filled with soil and various herbs.
This is probably Darkwell's herb room.
Lu Ze looked at the portly pharmacist and noticed a look of horror on his face, because the herb room contained more than just herbs.
Several large, fat, and strange creatures were clinging to the shelves, gnawing on the herbs.
Sensing the firelight, they all turned their heads, revealing sharp mouths, twitching noses, and bloodshot eyes.
Mutant rats?
Lu Ze looked at them and thought to himself.
These rats are about the size of small pigs, and I don't know why they turned out like this.
Upon seeing Lu Ze and his companion, instead of fleeing, they squeaked excitedly, jumped off the wooden frame, and charged toward them at an incredible speed.
The first rat had already rushed up to Lu Ze, its mouth wide open greedily, ready to devour Lu Ze's flesh; its overgrown teeth were clearly visible in the firelight.
"boom!"
A fireball shot out and entered its mouth.