Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 147 In the Sewers (Thank you for your generous donations)
According to information within the Night Watch, the "Pharmacist" is a Sequence 9 Extraordinary, capable of concocting medicines to treat diseases, and possesses good resistance to toxins.

The fat apothecary's herbs were planted in the sewers of the Backlund Bridge area, some distance from here, so they rented a carriage to try and resolve the matter as quickly as possible. Luze could probably stay conscious for another hour or so, which, even with the travel time, should be enough.

The two chatted briefly in the carriage.

The portly pharmacist only gave himself the name Darkwell, but when Luze asked about his specific background, he hesitated and refused to answer. Perhaps it was because Luze had acted so terrifyingly that he had become wary of him.

"Do you know of any places nearby where extraordinary individuals can trade, or any gatherings?"

Lu Ze was too lazy to explain to him, so he simply changed the subject and asked about the information he wanted.

“Oh, that’s simple. There are many gatherings of extraordinary individuals in Backlund. They usually agree on a date and place, and attend in a way that senior members bring newcomers along,” said the portly pharmacist Darkwell. “I know of at least two. I can take you there after this matter is settled.”

"That would be great."

Lu Ze nodded.

The carriage stopped at a secluded alleyway in the Backlund Bridge district, and the two men got out and walked into the alley.

"Hmm? It seems someone has been here."

Darkwell took a few steps and then suddenly spoke.

Lu Ze looked in the direction he was looking and saw a dark sewer opening on the ground at the end of the alley, the cover of which had been deliberately opened.

I went over to take a look and found that the marks were quite old, indicating it wasn't opened recently. This means either the people who went in forgot to close it when they came out, or they went in and never returned.

"Who else have you told about this place?"

Lu Ze asked.

"I only told that guy Horn."

Darkwell said, his round face trembling with nervousness, "So, he wasn't lying to me, and all his underlings really died inside?"

Lu Ze glanced at him.

“Normally, I should ask you for more money on the spot, otherwise I won’t go down.”

"Okay, then I'll give you a few more doses of treatment potion. They're very effective."

“I don’t need the medication, just give me an extra 10 pounds.”

Lu Ze said without even thinking.

"Row!"

Darkwell hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

It seems that the following medicinal herbs are really important to him.

Once the price was agreed upon, Lu Ze didn't delay any longer. He went to the wellhead, looked back at Darkwell, and said, "Let's go."

"Should I go down too?"

"If you don't go down, who will show me the way?"

Lu Zeqi said.

Darkwell's face turned troubled, because what Luzer said did make sense, but he really didn't want to go down.

"Then you must protect my safety, you absolutely must!"

He hesitated for a while, until Lu Ze seemed a little impatient, before he finally agreed.

The two walked to the dark well opening and climbed down the ladder on the well wall.

As they ventured deeper, a warm yet foul odor immediately enveloped them, accompanied by the sound of rushing water. After climbing about four or five meters, they reached the bottom of the ladder and stepped onto flat, damp ground.

The taste was normal, and there was no biogas buildup.

Lu Ze thought to himself, "That makes sense. If there were biogas, the herbs that the pharmacist grows would have died long ago."

So he confidently activated the lamb's soul within him, causing crimson fireballs to ignite around him, illuminating the dark underground environment. The damp walls reflected the light, displaying a strange, crystalline texture. Lu Ze took a few steps, looking around.

The space below is surprisingly spacious.

A century ago, Backlund experienced a large-scale plague. Due to the blockage of the groundwater system, drinking water was contaminated, leading to a large number of citizens contracting the plague (historical fact). After the disaster, the Loen authorities began to renovate the groundwater system, creating the extensive groundwater network we see today.

Descending from the well, he found himself in a narrow, domed alleyway that sloped downwards, with the sound of water emanating from its end. Emerging from the alley, after a drop of about five or six meters, the view suddenly opened up before him.

An underground river flows through a channel made of bricks and cement, wide enough for boats to navigate.

The stench grew increasingly pungent, and the flowing water was mixed with an unknown amount of filth.

Is it really a good idea to grow medicinal herbs in a place like this?

Luze glanced at Darkwell and said, "That's something we're going to eat."

"What's wrong with that? Some herbs just like dark and damp places."

Darkwell, who had been nervously observing his surroundings, straightened his back immediately when he heard Luze questioning his professionalism. "Besides, planting herbs also requires adding fertilizer, and fertilizer is even dirtier."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket and applied it to the area below his nose, where the philtrum immediately turned dark, resembling a thick beard.

"Would you like some to neutralize the odor?"

He handed the ointment to Lu Zedao.

Lu Ze shook his head in disgust, and with a slight use of flesh magic, the tissue inside his nasal cavity proliferated, immediately reducing his sense of smell.

"It's not poisonous, don't worry."

The pharmacist chuckled awkwardly.

"I said I don't need it, hurry up and come over to give me directions."

Upon hearing Luze's words, Darkwell quickly put away the ointment, stepped forward, and led the way for him.

The two gradually fell silent, simply walking on, accompanied by the sound of the underground river flowing beside them. Around the edge of the fireball's glow, rats, insects, and other creatures squeaked and fled.

Ok?
Lu Ze's ears twitched slightly, as if he had heard some strange sound.

"Coming."

"Darkwell said in a low voice."

The two turned a corner and came to a recessed space, about half the size of a room, which seemed to be where the sewer cleaners stored their tools. However, the tools were now set aside, replaced by several rows of wooden shelves of varying heights, filled with flowerpots filled with soil and various herbs.

This is probably Darkwell's herb room.

Lu Ze looked at the fat pharmacist and saw a look of horror on his face. At this moment, there were not only herbs in the herb room, but also several huge, fat, strange creatures that were climbing on the shelves and eating the herbs.

Sensing the firelight, they all turned their heads, revealing sharp mouths, twitching noses, and bloodshot eyes.

Mutant rats?

Lu Ze looked at them and thought to himself.

These mice are about the size of small pigs, and I don't know why they turned out like this.

Upon seeing Lu Ze and his companion, instead of fleeing, they squeaked excitedly, jumped off the wooden frame, and charged toward them at an incredible speed.

The first rat had already rushed up to Lu Ze, its mouth wide open greedily, ready to devour Lu Ze's flesh. Its overgrown teeth were clearly visible in the firelight.

"boom!"

A fireball shot out and entered its mouth.

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