"I told your predecessor not to come here," von Hallstatt said, staring at the ratman, which hardly concealed his disgust. He hated anyone other than him entering his archive room. "Servants will see you."

The ratman met his gaze calmly. This incident made von Hallstatt a little nervous. Maybe it was the gray fur, maybe the strange, invisible eyes, but this one was a little different. It seems a little scary.

"This one is different from that one, human. This is a prophet. The Archmage serves the devil. There is a contract with the clan, but it does not belong to the clan. The important thing is that I saw you. Some problems with those sewer guards. Many ratmen are dead. "

"But what about my servant?" "Don't worry, stupid humans, they will snore. A simple spell."

Von Hallstatt put down his file. He marked this place with an inkless quill, and then closed it gently. His hand fell near the knife handle. Touching it reassured him a little. He met the mouse-man's stare, daring to look away. "I'm not used to being called" fool "by others. Don't do it again."

The Ratman smiled. No longer keep calm. In an instant, the Chief Judge felt like it was going to pounce on him. He put his hand on the weapon. The ratman shook his head almost imperceptibly and stopped smiling. It wriggled its tail. "Of course. Sorry. Sorry, yes. Sorrow for losing loved ones. It takes a lot of magic stones to pay back."

"I accept your apology." Von Hallstatt dismissed his doubts. Even a strange-looking creature like a rat-man feels a sense of loss about the death of its loved one, which is a strange pleasure. Despite this, he found himself longing for the day when he no longer had to deal with these ratmen and could wipe them out. He picked up the file and put it back in the correct cabinet.

"Those people are dangerous to our agreement. Your appearance can make you easily recognized. You can't let them threaten you or us."

"Yes." The idea is worrying. Von Hallstatt has many enemies, and a little wind and grass will be used against him. He was convinced that the sewer worker would sell the intelligence to the highest bidder. Their lack of loyalty to the cause of mankind disgusted him. They deserve to die. Think about how he felt sorry for them. "They must die."

"Yes, yes, you have to tell us where to find them." "It's very simple." He opened a new cabinet and took out a thin file. "This is my file about them."

"Very good, very good. Soon they will all die."

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When he returned safely to the sewer, the prophet Tangul began to curse himself. He was tired of dealing with **** like Chakul, and of humans like von Hallstatt. He would rather return to his warm cave in the magic capital, surrounded by his breeders, and several imprisoned humans running around in the maze. He missed the wonderful rotten smell in the swamp, and he worried that there might be conspiracies against him when he was away. He hated working with the idiot Chakul, and the idiot couldn't even assassinate five people.

At the thought of the leader's vague excuses, Tangul was so angry that he wanted to bite his tail. The devil is up, this is true! If you want a bone that is just right to nibble, you must nibble yourself. It is meaningless to give important tasks to a useless leader like this.

Despite this, his master assigned him to Chakul ’s family, and he must carry out his orders, fulfill their vows, and accelerate their plans. This plan is very reasonable. In this great political game played in Modu, it won the honor of the Scarborough family.

He can see that although he is stupid, von Hallstatt represents a valuable agent. Of all the humans he has seen, the secret police chief is considered to be the most like a rat-man—undeniably, a very stupid rat-man, but still a rat-man. He is easily manipulated because he is strangely jealous and obsessed with this breeder named Emmanuelle, and as long as it is related to her, he is willing to believe anything. He even thought that the Ratmen could treat the Rats in the city as spies, what a stupid human being!

However, it turns out that von Hallstatt is useful in removing those who may threaten the devil ’s long-term plan, and he is an agile and effective collector of magic stones, a continuous research plan for the prophets It is very necessary.

Yes, yes, it is wise to resist the urge to kill this human. He is more alive than dead, at least before that great day comes, human beings are struggling again under the claws of the squirrel.

Tangul easily deciphered the strange scratches that humans call "writing". He trained for this whole life. Research on humans and their art is his specialty. Von Hallstatt thoughtfully attached a map showing the sewer closest to the victim's location. This human is not completely incompetent. How convenient! Two people live in an easily accessible place. He will start with them.

"Come, come. Bonebreaker. I have work for you tonight."

The half-creature of the rat-man and the troll roared in the dark to agree. Thinking of food, huge claws slipped smoothly from their sheaths.

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Khrov was staggering drunkenly on the muddy path, when he heard the sound of fighting in the cabin where he shared with Gilda and his brother. He knew he shouldn't finish the last glass of wine in the tavern with Guerrerogan. If Jack and his people come back to avenge when he is away, he will never forgive himself.

With the hooked knife in his hand, he felt cool and at ease. He hoped he could be more awake, but that didn't help. He trot suddenly, almost immediately tripped by a pile of rotten garbage on the road. UU Reading www.uukanshuu.com At night, the new city district without street lighting becomes a death trap.

He stood up and walked along the path more carefully. According to his recollection, there is an open-air sewer nearby, which is not enough to fall inside. He heard Gilda's scream, and when the scream ended with a painful moan, all thoughts about caution disappeared. He ran over the garbage while running, knocking over a pile of garbage. He knew that no one except him would respond to the cry for help on the poor neighborhood. This is the kind of place.

The flame began to jump over the hut. Someone must have knocked out a lamp during the fight. He heard a beast-like howl in the room. Perhaps Big Jack brought his tamed war dog as he threatened. Khrov ran into the open space near the entrance of the house with a final sprint. Through the flashing flames, he could see that the door had been torn off the hinge.

Something is moving. His brother greeted him at the door. Spade opened his mouth to speak. Blood spewed out. When he fell forward, Khrov caught him. As his arms wrapped around his brother's back, he felt the hole and the huge, soft lungs beating inside. Spade groaned, motionless. This is a nightmare. When he returned home, his home was destroyed by fire. His brother is dead. No, it's impossible. He and Spade have been inseparable since they learned to walk. They had served on the same fishing boat, stole the same money, fled together in the same city, and lived with the same girl. They live the same life. If Spade is dead, then ...

Khrov stood motionless. When that terrible figure appeared from the ruins of the burning hut, the shadow appeared vaguely on his body, and tears ran down his face. The last thing he heard was the grunting sound coming from behind him.