Three days later, when Huggins appeared in front of Todd again, the somewhat blessed middle-aged man seemed to be fully awakened.

Todd shook the stack of paper in his hand and said to Huggins, "Sit down, I have some questions for you."

Huggins sat on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"According to this investigation report, you happened to be in the city one month before the Battle of Tyro City broke out?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I went to Taylor City to attend a friend's wedding."

"Rousseau Clariant?"

"Yes, this is my friend's name."

Todd looked at the report: "It said that you left the city before the Battle of Tyrol City began."

"Yes."

"At that time, Tyro closed the city, no one was allowed to enter or leave the city, and war was going on on every road out of the city. How did you get out of the city?"

Huggins adjusted his posture: "I spent all the money I had at the time and bought a gatekeeper. I took advantage of the late night and changed into a clergyman's coat before escaping out of the city."

"Out of the city, I did not choose to go west, but first to the east, bypassing the peninsula, and then from the coastal area back to Silver Ring City."

Todd looked at Huggins: "It's a good time."

Huggins was silent.

"Before the Muxi Expeditionary Army attacked Tyrol City, there were many rumors in the city that the Expeditionary Army was made up of monsters. Once the city is broken, it will be slaughtered." Todd slowly said, "Others may believe this. Rumors, but you shouldn’t."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I know what Master Cumberland is, and I also know the character of the Knights. They will never do that."

Todd put the report on the table: "That would be very strange. At that time, you knew that it was safer to stay in the city than to run away, so why did you insist on leaving?"

Huggins sighed hard: "Your Majesty, it may be too pale to express in words, I would like to show you my soul."

Todd thought for a while and waved his hand to open the soul space.

Returning to the institute conference hall in the soul space again, Hudgens stroked the cushion of the leather office chair with his hand, and took a deep breath: "It's been a long time."

Take a can of beer from the freezer and throw it to Huggins. Todd sat in a chair and said, "Don't stand, sit down."

Lifting the lid of the can, listening to the crisp sound from the can, and watching the beer foam that continues to erupt, Huggins said with satisfaction: "Sometimes the outside world gives me an unreal feeling."

"Let's talk about it, what happened that day?"

Huggins took a sip of beer and then said, "Just a week before I decided to leave Tyrol City, I met some strange things in the city."

Having said this, Hudgens pushed his memory onto the holographic projection in the center of the desk.

Taylor City, Shedley Street, a week before the outbreak of the Black Plague.

"Today's price has gone up again?"

Huggins looked at the price sign outside the bakery, and said helplessly: "It has risen tenfold in half a month."

The shop owner also looked miserable: "Every road into the city has been blocked, and grain can't be shipped in. If this continues, I will be out of stock of wheat flour."

Huggins sighed, picked out a few smaller gray wheat breads, and paid to pack them away.

Shadeley Street was originally a bustling street in the noble district of Taylor City, but now it is sparsely populated and littered with debris.

Looking around, there are only two or three shops along the street, and most of the others are closed.

Huggins walked along the street, but the sound of footsteps in the distance made him frown.

A group of church catechumens dressed in gray robes pushed a prison cart toward the main square.

Sitting in the prison car was a desperate and numb woman with blood stains all over her body and a vague muttering noise in her mouth.

The first priest in black, holding the cross in one hand, said loudly: "The power of the Father washes all the sins in the world. Cultists, demonic powers, unwilling people, and those who slander the church will eventually suffer. The punishment of the raging fire!"

Seeing the sight of the priest, Huggins slowly took off his hat, gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

The priest just glanced at him, lost interest, and continued on down the street.

Huggins glanced at the forward team and whispered: "The nightclub is gone."

Walking through the streets, Huggins came to a low house and knocked on the door lightly.

It was an old woman who opened the door. She saw Huggins, opened the door with a smile, and hurriedly urged the latter to come in.

Huggins walked into the room, handed the gray wheat bread to the old woman, and walked straight to the back room.

The innermost room is a bedroom, 15 square meters square, no other furniture except a bed.

Huggins walked to the bed, looked at the young man lying on the bed, and said softly, "Rousseau."

The young man's breath is weak, his lips are white, one leg is firmly fixed by a splint, and the blood stains after rinsing can be vaguely seen on the clothes on his body.

The young man wanted to sit up: "Master Huggins..."

Huggins stretched out his hand to stop the opponent's movement: "Don't waste energy, I have given your mother the rations for the past few days."

The young man was grateful and nodded: "My lord, if I didn't invite you to my wedding, you wouldn't be in danger."

"this is not your fault."

Rousseau was ashamed: "In fact, if it weren't for our group, which dragged you down in the incident in the West Side, you should still be a cronies of the Holy King now."

Speaking of this, a moment of pain flashed across Huggins's face.

"The past events are over. I have failed the trust of the holy king. It is a great blessing for him not to punish me, and it has nothing to do with you."

"grown ups……"

Huggins waved his hand: "Don't mention the unhappy things, I ask you, what do you plan to do in the future?"

"from now on?"

"Yes, Taylor City will definitely be breached. It's time to make plans for the future."

"There are tens of thousands of defenders in the city..."

Huggins increased his tone: "Taylor City will definitely not be able to hold..."

Rousseau patted his legs in frustration: "The day I got married, the **** of the church said that since I migrated from Muxicheng, I must be a spy with the enemy. They tortured me, tortured me, and threw me to jail. Moderate death, if it weren't for you to save me... Now, I can no longer walk on the ground, what else can I do in the future?"

Huggins touched Rousseau's head: "Life will always go on~lightnovelpub.net~Think about your mother. She will count on you to take care of her in the future."

Rousseau raised his head: "But I can't do anything."

"I have already thought about a business for you-to open a hotel. I opened one in Silver Ring City. The business is pretty good. I also have some experience, but the key issue is-the location." Harkins Pointing to the outdoors with his finger: "In the middle of the neighborhood of the old nobleman, there is a mansion that originally belonged to the Earl of Zickel. Do you have any impression?"

Rousseau was a little confused: "Earl Zickel?"

Huggins explained: "Earl Zickel was reported to be involved in Protestant worship. The entire family, ranging from the patriarch who was more than 70 years old, to the infants who were still infants, totaled more than one hundred and ninety people, all of them were heresy. Arrested by the court. After these people entered the prison of the court, they never came out, and his mansion was emptied."

Huggins paused for a while, and then said: "Now, that house has a new name, called the sixth temporary morgue in the parish."

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