I'm in Warhammer, I just want to grow mushrooms

Chapter 66 Shushu's Backer

Lower nest, ruins area.

Along with the huge explosion that reduced the entire Seventh District to ruins, countless pipes protruded from the broken walls.

The pipes come in different sizes, with the smallest having a diameter of only a few centimeters and the largest being hundreds of meters.

The place with the highest concentration of pipelines is the pipeline hub in the seventh district.

Imagine a huge wall over 300 meters high with densely packed pipe openings. This scene will definitely make people with trypophobia sick.

From a distance, the pipeline hub looks like a thriving coral reef, with a large number of pipe openings and horizontally extending pipes forming a massive coral colony.

The ruins people gave this place several names, including Coral Highlands, Coral Cliffs, Pipeline Cliffs, etc.

The most popular one is the pipe cliff, which is vivid and appropriate.

Here, the pipe mouth is the entrance to the street, the pipe is the street, and the pipes are connected by concealed pipes and artificially built escalators.

Each force occupied one or several pipelines as its territory.

The ten most complete, solid and spacious pipelines are occupied by the three most powerful forces in the ruins area.

These three forces often clash over pipelines.

The Sheshui Gang is one of them.

They have been keeping a low profile in recent days, and even though two pipelines were seized by two other forces, they did not gather people to take the pipelines back.

It's not that they don't want to do it, but they are welcoming guests.

"Damn it, damn it! That damned fighter servant almost took my life!"

The two-headed man Okalin was electrocuted so much that his skin and flesh were curled up, leaving him burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

He howled in the hall of the Water-Sucking Gang, covering his charred wound.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers, mixed with maggots wriggling in the blood.

This scene made the core members of the Water Absorption Gang around them shudder.

They didn't dare leave without permission and could only lower their heads and silently endure the noise and unpleasant smell in the air.

The leader of the Sheshui Gang has a prosthetic left eye and a pirate captain-style black eye patch on his right eye.

His face was covered with scars, and he looked fierce, but now he was nodding and bowing like a docile little rabbit, trying to please the two-headed man with a flattering smile:

"Sir, the doctor I invited for you has arrived. Please move to your room. There, there is hot water, food, and medicine. You can get enough rest and no one will disturb you."

"Rest?" The two-headed man grabbed the one-eyed boss by the collar and spat out yellow-green saliva:

"One of my brothers was captured by those damn hyenas, and you actually let me go and rest? In order to save him, the men I trained with great difficulty also died in the Eighth District. Idiot! You should immediately take people to snatch my brother back instead of pretending to be hypocritical here and wagging your tail like a pug!"

The one-eyed boss smiled bitterly, feeling helpless and humble.

His current appearance was very different from his usual ferocious self, and it could be said that he was destroying his image in the eyes of his gang members.

But unfortunately, he couldn't resist the person in front of him.

The other party is the father of the Reconciliation Church, a special envoy sent by my father.

If this old man is displeased, all the weapons and ammunition of the Sheshui Gang will be lost in the future.

For the sake of so many mouths to feed, just be patient.

"Yes, sir, I will take my brothers to the Eighth District right now. Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will help you get your brothers back!"

The one-eyed boss bent down, stretched out his right arm towards the carefully prepared guest room, and once again invited the two-headed man to rest.

The two-headed man covered the charred wound that was bleeding profusely and let out a painful whimper from his throat.

When the adrenaline brought by anger faded, the life resilience given to him by his loving father could no longer resist the torture of pain.

He could only give up venting his anger and slowly walked towards the room.

As he was about to leave the hall, the two-headed man stopped and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Call me two strong men."

The one-eyed boss was stunned. He didn't expect that the envoy of the Reconciliation Religion would like this.

Fortunately, I have been working in the ruins area for so many years and have received many guests with strange hobbies, so I was prepared for this.

"Hey so-and-so and so-and-so, both of you come here and serve this master well."

Two men wearing smaller black jackets and leather pants walked out of the queue, one on the left and one on the right, supporting the two-headed man as he left.

The atmosphere in the hall eased a bit.

The one-eyed boss's deputy came up and asked:

"Boss, are we really going to fight in District 8?"

"Fight? Bullshit!" The one-eyed boss cursed in a low voice, pacing in the hall with his hands behind his back, with a deep look on his face:

"We brothers are here to make a living. Wouldn't it be courting death to fight with the Eighth District? I suspect that after this incident, the situation in the Ruins District will change. Just wait and see, at most in a month, the Governor's troops will come and wipe out all of us bugs, and then it will be the turn of the Reconciliation Cult."

"What should I do?"

"Yes, Boss. You have to lead the brothers through this difficult time!"

The core gang members were talking at once and were getting anxious and angry.

The one-eyed man walked away from the others and sat down on his chair. He bent his arms and supported his thighs, his eyes flashing rapidly:
"I want to get in touch with the important people in the Eighth District. Does anyone have a way?"

Everyone looked at each other with gloomy expressions.

There's no way a bunch of thugs swimming butterfly in a cesspool in a ruined area would have such a method.

If there really was one, I would have gone there long ago.

The deputy thought and asked:

"How about we report the two-headed man directly to District 8?"

The one-eyed man glanced at his deputy and smiled coldly:
"Heh, you can't get anything good out of a beating. That's what I mean by that. All right, go ahead and report it. When others ask you why there is a father of the Mihe Cult in the Sheshui Gang, I hope you can withstand the torture." The deputy shuddered:
"Forget it, forget it, let's think of other ways."

The hall fell into silence, and there was a dark cloud hovering over everyone, about to bring down thunder and lightning.

Someone whispered:

"Boss, why don't we ask the Rat-skinned Man for help? I heard that they seemed to have reached a deal with the people in District 8 and learned how to grow mushrooms..."

Before his subordinate finished speaking, the one-eyed man's eyes lit up.

The rat-skinned people have been breeding in the ruins area and the bottom nest for countless generations. They have experienced countless rounds of cleansing, but they are still alive and well.

This shows that they have mastered the way to survive, and there is a high possibility that they have one or more backers behind them.

Wouldn't it be easy for him to ask them to help him connect with the important figures in the Eighth District?

"Someone, take out the old wine I have stored for three years from the warehouse."

The one-eyed man waved his hand and prepared to go to Shushu's territory in person to drink and chat with the Shushu elder.

The Water-Sucking Gang had previously had some minor friction with the Rats because of digging tunnels.

But it doesn’t matter, One-Eye is confident that he can resolve the conflict over the dinner table.

Thinking about it again, Shushu seems to particularly like farming.

Just enough to teach me to give some fertilizer.

Give these fertilizers to the rats, they will definitely be very happy.

"Bring me those smelly cans in the storeroom, too."

"Yes, Boss. Those cans stink so badly that I've wanted to get rid of them for a long time. It's just right to give them to the rats."

The deputy in charge of the warehouse ran away happily.

The one-eyed boss stood up from his chair with his hands behind his back, looking thoughtful.

He was a little curious about who was the backer behind the rat-skinned man.

Could it be the force that taught them how to grow mushrooms?

...

...

"Ah sneeze~~"

Early in the morning, go to the nest in the first area.

The artificial sunlight is bright but not dazzling, bringing brilliant light to the Gothic garden city.

Li Nuo was dazzled by the light and sneezed involuntarily.

"Sir, you have a new communication request." Brandi came over with a communicator on a tray.

Li Nuo sat at the dining table, enjoying breakfast in the sunshine, wearing a shirt and dark trousers that Brandi had cut last night.

He put down the knife and fork in his hand, tilted his head and asked:

"Whose phone number?"

"It's Miss Isabel of the Crum family who called."

The expected answer.

In order to get 10 throne coins as soon as possible, Li Nuo sent a text message to Isabel before going to bed last night.

Picking up the communicator and pressing the answer button, Li Nuo had a brief conversation with Isabel on the other end of the phone.

Twenty minutes later, a car with the Crum family crest pulled up outside the door.

Li Nuo put on his coat, pushed the door open, and got into the car naturally. He did not show any awkwardness of a Xiachao person who came into contact with aristocratic cars for the first time.

On the other side of the back seat sat Isabel.

She was wearing a black corset, a light grey silk shirt, a white pearl necklace highlighting her slender neck, and her face was covered by a translucent lace veil.

This outfit has a very classical style, making her look like a noble lady from the Victorian era.

"You seem to be adapting well." Isabel smiled slightly.

"Thank you for the compliment. It took me a lot of effort to adjust my mindset and behavior habits." Li Nuo responded with a smile.

Isabel is the third heir to the Klamm family and the youngest daughter of the head of the family. She has received aristocratic education since childhood.

Compared with ordinary aristocratic descendants, Isabel is undoubtedly more outstanding.

She was willing to go deep into Xiachao and personally run the cigarette factory, which was vital to the family, and had achieved relatively remarkable results.

All these deeds show that she is not only an elegant and charming wealthy woman, but also a successful person who is well versed in business.

"Li Nuo, do you have any plans for the 100,000 throne coins?" Isabel asked.

"I don't have any good ideas for now. I want to hear your suggestions." Li Nuo paused:

"In fact, I am very eager to engage in research and development work. Ever since I started working at the Kram Cigarette Factory, I have been looking forward to joining your department, becoming a researcher, and learning some useful knowledge. For example, the technology of fermenting tobacco with yeast."

Isabel tapped her chin:

"So, even though you have become a wealthy man in the eyes of ordinary people, you still have a strong interest in the iteration and application of fermentation technology."

Li Nuo glanced at the system interface in the corner of his vision, and raised a confident arc at the corner of his mouth:
"Yes, you are right. I have always believed that whoever masters yeast will own the future of tobacco, food, winemaking and genetic engineering. This is my opinion as an outsider. If there is anything wrong, you are welcome to correct me."

Isabel took a deep look at the man in front of her.

She had always regarded Li Nuo as a 15-year-old boy who was inexperienced in the world and a low-born person who got lucky because of his unique psychic powers.

However, the maturity and steadiness shown by the other party at this time, as well as the perfect amount of self-confidence and incisive remarks, gave Isabel the illusion that the other party had already understood the lifeblood of the industry.

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