"The sixth temporary morgue in the parish? I've heard 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 right to operate there."

Huggins shook his hand: "Did you forget that the battle of Tyrol City will begin soon. Although the mansion belongs to the church now, it won’t be long. Once your Majesty’s army takes Tyrol City, there will be It will become the property of the Holy King."

"If it's the right to operate, I and Alfonso, the commander of the Knights, are old. If I go to intercede, he should sell me this face."

"But we must move fast. I'm sure that many people are thinking about that house. Maybe the Western Chambers of Commerce will be our competitors."

Rousseau sighed: "My lord, if you didn't give up those properties in the West Side, our current life would not be so difficult."

Huggins suddenly became serious: "Rousseau, listen, those operations in Muxicheng are all your majesty's grace to us."

"In the past, when we worked for your Majesty, he turned a blind eye to our livelihoods in the city. Now, we have been exiled because of the ineffective handling of the twilight city rebellion. It is a blessing that your 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 take care of yourself at home. I will go to the Earl’s Mansion tonight. If the interior decoration and furnishings meet the requirements, I think the hotel will be officially opened after a week or two of preparations. NS."

Rousseau asked: "You mean to enter there tonight? Is it dangerous?"

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

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

Rousseau's mother, the old woman who always looked kind and kind, carefully took out the badge with the dragon 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 face mask, Huggins walked carefully to the side door of Zickel's mansion along the root of the wall.

Kneeling down, Huggins turned over the dirt on the ground and found two ruts with faint traces.

"Isn't it unoccupied here?" Huggins said to himself: "But the rut is new, and the goods being transported are...heavy, is it a thief?"

Using the ability to strengthen strength, Huggins decided that he had a good place to stay, turned 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, looked at the ancient house that looked like a behemoth in the dark, and stopped for a long time.

Climbing up the low wall, and then up the attic along the gap in the wall, Huggins found a broken window and carefully turned in.

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

Brighten the fire in his arms and light the torch he carries with him. Huggins walked the stairs of the attic to the aisle on the third floor. The debris everywhere made him whisper: "It looks like those **** in the church, I have cleaned all the valuable things."

The portraits of the former owners of the mansion hung on the walls. Under the faint light of the fire, they looked strange.

"A few years ago, these people were still famous nobles in Taylor City." Huggins shook his head: "Now, I'm afraid they are all dead 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 this mansion.

"It doesn't take much money to make this place a whole new look. When your majesty's army takes over the city, it will slowly prosper soon, just like the Silver Ring City." Harkins sighed: "This is also the case. It was a way for Rousseau and the others to find a way to survive."

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

"I remember, below are the wine cellar and basement. Later, it was transformed into a makeshift morgue."

Huggins went around on the first floor, and finally found the entrance to the basement at the end of the aisle in the side hall.

Looking at the iron lock on the iron door of the basement, Hudgens first lay his ear on the floor and listened for a while, then used the power-enhancing ability to directly remove the rusty iron lock.

Pushing open the iron door, the strong smell of corpse on his face made Huggins retreat several steps.

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

Huggins grumbled, and raised his neckline, covering his nose and mouth.

Walking into the dim cellar, there are stretchers used to carry the corpse, scattered clothing, some human fragments and bones, but Huggins found it a little strange. After walking for a long time, he did not see a complete corpse. .

After passing through the long underground passage, Huggins came to the very center of the underground wine cellar-a well-designed elevator.

Looking at the complex and huge elevator platform in front of him, Huggins was a little stunned: "I never thought it would be this big here."

Going closer, Huggins found some problems.

This elevator platform is not like the original thing of this ancient house at all, it is more like a work that was urgently completed a month ago.

A sentence was marked on the stand of the lift platform. Huggins took a torch and looked at it carefully, but it was two sentences, one in Latin and the other in Southern Imperial.

Huggins doesn't know much Latin, but he knows this sentence.

"Live to death."

As soon as the voice fell, a huge wind pressure hit Huggins in the darkness.

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

Looking at the huge outline of the enemy in the dark, Huggins, who lost his vision, said annoyedly: "I knew this before, and I should have a night vision ability in Twilight City."

With a loud bang, the ground where Hudgens was originally on, was smashed into a big hole by the assailant.

With his long-trained reaction ability, Huggins kicked his feet and avoided the attacker's second attack at the very moment.

Feeling the impact of the flying sand, Huggins opened his eyes wide, and said in his heart, what a great power.

"Stop! 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?"

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