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"Meow!"
The little black cat stood up, put away his lazy eyes, and ran angrily towards the entrance of the sewer below.
The big black mouse, who had originally planned to return to the sewer, saw a kitten that was obviously several sizes smaller than him and was about to die.
It lowered its head slightly, making a gesture of pouncing on food, and stared straight at the little black cat that was getting closer and closer.
"Meow!"
The little black cat took the lead in attacking.
Its body was extremely flexible. When the big black mouse pounced on it, it deftly avoided the attack and instead used its cat claws to leave a small trail of blood on the big black mouse's body.
The pain aroused the ferocious nature of the big black mouse, and it began to attack like crazy using its rough skin, thick flesh, and huge body.
The little black cat fights and avoids, always keeping a certain safe distance, and always seizes the opportunity to win himself a blood streak with his claws.
After being hit by repeated defeats, the big black mouse found an opportunity to run back into the sewer. No matter how loud the little black cat was, it ignored him and quickly disappeared.
The little black cat tried to step forward, but when it smelled the pungent smell of the sewer, it hurriedly avoided it and waved its little paws to try to dispel the smell of the sewer.
After getting far away, the little black cat found a place with water and cleaned its bloody cat paws. After confirming that the cleaning was complete, it left here and returned to the home it cherished.
When it returned home after a long journey, its owner was already standing inside the house waiting for its return.
It landed on the window sill, pushed its head open the glass that was blown shut by the wind, let out a happy meow, and wanted to jump into the arms of its owner.
But as soon as his body reached mid-air, he was picked up by the back of his neck.
"Aisshara, where did you go tonight? Why do you smell so disgusting?"
"Meow!"
Azshara's cat hair exploded all over her body. She had clearly smelled
Several times, I should not have been contaminated by the smell of that sewer.
"That's not okay. It needs to be cleaned first."
"Meow."
Azshara lowered her little head and made a reluctant sound.
After cleaning it several times, it was also sprayed with a little rose essence that is harmless to cats.
After becoming fragrant again, Azshara lay down in her little nest and stared at her master in front of her with dissatisfaction.
It has obviously been washed, but he still seems to dislike her and won't let her stay in his arms.
"Meow."
Azshara looked away feeling aggrieved and buried her head in her two front legs.
Suddenly, the little head sank, and the familiar scratching feeling made it feel comfortable. Then it poked its head out, closed its eyes, and let out a happy meow.
"Aisshara, the West District seems to be under martial law recently. You should try to avoid there during this period."
"No matter what happens in the future, you must be patient and not impatient. You are a born assassin. Assassins don't fight people face to face. You have to learn to find the enemy's flaws."
"Then wait for the right opportunity to come and try to kill it with one strike."
Hastur told Azshara a lot about the essentials of playing an assassin.
Tonight, he also followed Azshara as a spirit body and witnessed Azshara's battle with the big black rat.
Azshara had the upper hand in terms of dexterity. If she found the opportunity correctly, she would have the chance to scratch the weak throat of the big black mouse with one claw.
You can also choose to start at the eyes, lower abdomen, etc.
After educating Azshara, Hastur returned to his room to rest.
The big black rat that suddenly appeared in the sewer tonight may be related to Lanerwus.
He remembered that after Lanruth escaped from Tingen to Backlund, he had been imprisoned by the Aurora Society because of his special relationship with the True Creator.
In order to escape from the clutches of the Aurora Society, he adopted many self-rescue methods.
One of the methods is to pretend to be out of control, then go to the sewers and secretly infect some of the creatures there with blood, turning them into vicious mutant monsters.
Based on tonight's situation, the sewer is most likely the place where Lanerwus secretly infected with blood.
"Lervus, let's leave it to Klein to deal with it on his own."
Hastur has no particular thoughts against Lanrevus. Of course, if Lanrevus really appears in front of him, he would not mind taking action to deal with him.
The power in him related to the true Creator does contain a lot of danger. It would be bad if he accidentally hurt Azshara.
……
Above the gray fog, Klein once again divined Lanerwus' whereabouts. This time he saw a sewer and the specific construction conditions nearby.
He planned to go investigate tomorrow and find the sewer. Then, using the excuse of looking for the little black cat, he would go to the sewer to squat there at night.
Klein was still very excited when he thought that he would soon meet Lanerwus and repay Tingen's hatred.
What makes him even more happy is that if he can really defeat Lanerwus, his contribution should be enough to be promoted to a Sequence 7 magician.
"Langerwuth, Ince Zangwill, wait for the revenge from Tingen!"
Chapter 213 Revenge from Tingen
The next day, Klein followed the results of his divination and began to search for the sewer that appeared in the divination screen. By the afternoon, he had found the sewer.
This is because the divination this time is particularly clear, and the fog that originally shrouded Lanerwus has been dispersed a lot.
He did not choose to alert the snake, but went to St. Samuel's Church to see Leonard on the pretext of official business.
"Leonard, there is something I need to ask your permission for."
"What's so serious?" Leonard was a little confused.
"Things about Lanerwus..."
Klein tried to speak out his findings one by one in a gentle tone. Leonard could hear Klein's excitement and impatience hidden in his calm tone.
"Do you still need to ask for help? I've wanted to deal with that guy for a long time!"
After listening to what Klein wanted to say, Leonard also became excited. As for that guy Lanluth, he also remembered how Lanluth used Megaos to target them!
He and Klein both almost died in that disaster!
Not only them, but the entire Tingen was almost destroyed by them!
Absolutely unforgivable!
Leonard suppressed the excitement and anger in his heart, took a deep breath and said, "In addition to the two of us, there is another suitable helper."
"Did Ms. Dai Li also come to Backlund?" Klein immediately guessed the helper Leonard was talking about.
"Yes, she happened to come to Beckland recently."
"This is a good opportunity."
"Yes, this is our luck, and it is also Lanerwus' misfortune."
Leonard and Klein looked at each other and smiled a little cruelly.
……
At night, the hustle and bustle of Backlund during the day seemed to have been pressed. There was no bustle and noise, only peace.
Facts have proved that what really affects Backlund's tranquility are the huge chimneys that are constantly puffing out smoke and the roar of the machines.
But no one wants to admit this. For the rich, it is a symbol of wealth. For the poor, it is where food, clothing and rice are.
The entire Backlund, this behemoth can only be a place of hope and the capital of all cities if it is in motion. Otherwise, it is just an ordinary city.
The stench of the sewers is no longer as strong as it was under the scorching sun during the day, but even the homeless homeless people are still unwilling to get too close to such a dirty place.
Except for drunkards and people with ulterior motives, most people will be turned away by the rats and stench in the sewers.
Under the light of the crimson moon, the rats in the sewers appeared in groups again.
During this period, many stray cats and dogs died, leaving them with no natural enemies. Their activities were no longer limited to nearby areas, but openly ran onto the streets and into residents' homes.
"I'm losing control!"
"I need to vent! I need to be alone!"
"Damn! Do you want to kill me?"
Angry and suppressed voices sounded in the sewer, and then three figures appeared near the sewer. One of them shook his body and stumbled towards the sewer. His face was ferocious and his expression was ferocious.
Enduring the pungent stench
He secretly cut a small cut on his wrist, and the same smelly blood flowed into the sewer.
A rustling sound soon came from inside, as if a creature was constantly scrambling to eat.
After a while, the other two people traveling with you urged: "Don't try to play any tricks. If we hadn't helped you hide your whereabouts, you would have been discovered by the Nighthawks team."
"You can only survive if you cooperate with us."
Lanervus didn't bother to argue with such words. He originally thought that after the Tingen incident, he would completely get rid of the shadow of the true Creator, but he didn't expect that He would still haunt him!
He is the true carrier of the future coming of the true Creator!
The child he and Megoose had was just a cover-up to deceive others, and it was also meant to intensify the pollution he received.
Since escaping to Backlund, he has been visited by a group of lunatics from the Aurora Society. His personal safety has been controlled, and he can only gradually experience his body being taken over bit by bit.
He couldn't sit still and wait for death. He wanted to attract the attention of the Nighthawks team and let them fight with the madmen of the Aurora Order, just like he did when he got rid of Megoos in Tingen.
But it seems that the effect is not very good. Some time ago, the incident of the Star Apostles caused an uproar in Backlund, and no one paid attention to him at all.
Now that the wave of Star Believers seems to be receding, he can also do something. Unfortunately, the Nighthawks team here is much stupider than he expected.
He was far less impressed than Klein from Tingen.
If it were him, he should have noticed some abnormalities that he deliberately left behind.
While Lanruth was thinking, he vaguely heard the sound of poetry being recited.
Someone tried to put him to sleep through this method.
Nighthawks Squad!