Fritz von Hallstatt, the head of the secret police in Heidelberg, sits in his archive meditating. The wicked dwarf almost caught him. In fact, he tried to use his dirty hands to deal with him. The dwarf was going to destroy almost all the good deeds he had done. One punch was enough. It will bring chaos and darkness to the city that Hallstatt vows to protect.

Von Hallstatt reached out and raised his glass jug. The water is still hot. Very well, the servant cooked it for eleven minutes according to his instructions. He should be praised. Von Hallstatt poured some of them into the glass and examined them carefully. He lifted the cup to the light and checked for any deposits or floating objects. could not find it. no pollution. well.

Variation comes so easy. Almost everywhere. Smart people know this and use it. Variations can take many forms; some are worse than others. Some are relatively benign, such as those ratmen, and mutated purulent demons.

Von Hallstatt knew that the Ratmen just wanted to be alone, rule their underground kingdom, and pursue their own form of civilization. They are smart and sophisticated and can handle it. If you have what they want, they will bargain. Of course, they have their own plans, but this makes them easy to understand and easy to control. They are not like aberrations: those lurking, mean, insidious, and evil things are hidden in secret, manipulating the world. He thinks that we are all easy to become puppets that control the end of the chain with a dirty body. This is why we must remain vigilant. Enemies are everywhere, and more enemies are constantly being bred.

Civilians are the worst. They spawn a series of untidy, lazy and useless people. Most mutants were born in this group of people. This is a disgusting feeling. They are more numerous, they are notoriously immoral, lustful, and wanton.

This thought froze him. He knew that the distortions used the stupidity of civilians. They are very smart. They use those lazy idiots that are not well-educated: fill their heads with inflammatory nonsense, provoke the jealous anger of those who are stronger than them, and incite them to riot, plunder, and destruction. See how they ruined his poor father and razed the manor in a brutal riot. His father is the kindest and gentlest person in the world. Fritz von Hallstatt will not make such a mistake. He is smart and strong. He knows how to deal with revolutionaries and upstarts. He will protect humans from the threat of aberrations. He will fight them with their own weapons; horror, cunning and ruthless violence.

That's why he kept his files, even though his beloved ruler Countess Emmanuelle mocked them, calling them his secret **** / love profile. There is a power in these meticulously and carefully compiled cross-index records. Information is power. He knew who all the potential blacklists were. His spies and spying networks kept him informed. He knew which nobles belonged to the dark cult in the dark, and he kept watching them. He has an informant who can penetrate any meeting place, and no one has ever doubted him.

That was part of his deal with the Ratman. They know many things and can discover more. Everywhere is their little spy who no one doubts. He used their dark wisdom to deal with the lesser of the two evils, preventing this from falling into greater disorder.

He picked up the framed portrait that Emmanuel gave him and licked his thin lips. He thought of the word she chose for his file: ‘sex / love’. She used such a word, he was shocked, and even knew what it meant. It must be her brother! Lyons is a bad influence. Emmanuelle is so good, too pure, too simple, she can't learn the word herself. Maybe he should send someone to monitor her just in case.

No, she is his ruler! He did all this for her. Although the countess cannot see its value now, she will one day see it. Surveilling her is beyond the limits he set for himself. In addition, sometimes he suspected that the lies he had heard about her might be true. If you find this, it will be too painful. He put the portrait back on the table. He has always allowed himself to deviate from the main problem. Dwarf and sewer cleaner. Can they recognize him? If they knew, what would he do? They are ordinary people who do simple jobs. Like him, they are also trying to stop evil. But can they understand the necessity of what he has done? If they cannot understand, maybe they will understand that it is necessary to keep them silent forever.

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The hangover gully worker slowly sinks himself deep. One by one, they climbed down the ladder that was lowered from the entrance. Rudy, now the acting captain, lit the lantern and illuminated the tunnel.

When Bai En cautiously climbed from the ladder to the platforms on both sides of the passage, the odor hit him like a hammer. This is the trickiest part of the whole operation. There is only about a foot gap between the ladder and the edge of the walkway. One stumble can race many still-drained sewer workers into the "stew" pot.

"Only you missed last night, Brian," Khrov said.

"We prepared a good farewell ceremony for the captain," Spade added.

"Grerogan drank seven pints of beer one glass after another, without even disgusting. We spent a week's salary just to see when he could fall."

"I'm so happy for you," Bai En said. Guerrerogan didn't look worse because of his feat. Among all the sewer workers, he was the only one who did not experience discomfort. The rest of the people were pale and staggered, like an old man.

"Ah, nothing in the morning will make you more clear-headed than the taste of" stew "," Khrov said, reaching his head to the side of the aisle, and then vomiting violently.

"It's really refreshing," Rudy added, without satire.

"I can see it," Bai En said.

"We will sweep the area where the 'captain' was taken away." Rudy then said to Bai En. "We decided last night. We wanted to see if we could find the scum that dealt with the group of squalid aberrations. If we couldn't find him, maybe we could find some of his pink-tailed children."

"What if they have more gas bombs?" Bai En asked casually.

"Don't worry. Guerrerogan is an old tunnel warrior. He explained how to deal with it."

"Oh, is it?" Bai En asked curiously.

"Yes. We soaked the scarves in the urine and breathed through them. This cut off the gas."

"I knew it would be like this." Bai En said, staring at the dwarf, wondering if other people really believed Guerrerogen's statement, or they were just making him happy. At first glance at their haggard and determined faces, he believed the former.

"It's true, humans. My ancestors used to fight the ratmen at Shifengbao, and it worked for them."

"Since you say so," Bai En said lightly. "Then I won't stop you from doing this."

"Why? Are you not going to do this?" Rudy asked curiously. "Don't forget the end of 'Captain', it's just peeing, we haven't seen anything here."

"I'm not interested in this stupid way." Bai En shook his head so that he wouldn't rely on urine to stop the poison gas. After he finished, he took out a bandage from his arms, and then split it into a one-foot strip ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Then took out several bottles full of materials from his arms, and began to pour on each strip separately The material in the bottle.

"What is this?" Guerrerogan noticed Bane's movements.

"Anti-gas ... masks." Bai En said casually, to be honest, if he could, he would like to get a pair of glasses, otherwise if he meets the gas bottle again, this thing can guarantee that he will not inhale the gas, but there is no way to guarantee the glasses Security.

"Is this useful?" The dwarf picked each bottle curiously and observed.

"It should be useful." Bai En said while pouring the contents of the bottle on the cloth. "Simple alchemy principle."

"This is charcoal shredded?" Said the dwarf, looking at what Bai En poured out, then opened the bottle in his hand and smelled it, and dipped it with his finger a bit, and tasted it. "This is the big soda."

"Yes, there is baking soda." After putting each material on a layer of cloth, Baien stacked several cloths and added two longer bandages to fix it. Mouth.

"That's enough, it should be able to ensure that it won't be poisoned in the short term, but I'm not sure how long it can last." Bai En said looking at his simple work. "And there is no way to protect our eyes, so we still have to close our eyes. This is very troublesome."

"It's enough if this thing is really anti-virus." Rudy said beside him. "At least much better than urine."

"Yes, it's much better than Grey Rogan's method." Khrov also interjected. "Can you help us make two more copies? In case you lose it or you don't have enough time, we can replace it," Spade replied.

"Okay," Bai En sighed and went on to make the suggested gas mask. He could see that it would be a long day.