Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Upstairs, Lyndon leaned against the window frame and saw a man ride a donkey up to Cecilia. He then took Cecilia's hand and cried as he said something.

Lyndon immediately realized that something was wrong.

He went downstairs and ran into the yard.

At this moment, Cecilia was holding the man's hand, gently patting his back with her other hand, and softly comforting him.

"Uncle Moses, don't worry, we'll definitely help you."

Lyndon walked over to Cecilia and asked, "What happened?"

When Cecilia saw Lyndon arrive, she sighed and told him what had happened.

It turns out that the middle-aged man with the long face in front of him is called Uncle Moses, and he is a countryman who lives nearby.

Including himself, there are five people in his family.

Including his wife, two sons and a daughter.

The eldest son is fifteen years old, and the second son is twelve years old.

A few years ago, his wife gave birth to another daughter, who is now four years old and can say some simple words.

Uncle Moses made a living by herding sheep.

My family raises about sixty sheep.

Every day, they would drive the sheep to common land more than ten miles away and then drive them back at night.

But as the children grew up, the cost of living increased, and the eldest son dropped out of school to work in the city.

As for the ewes, some of them are old.

So he wanted to buy more sheep, more of them, even though it would be hard work, because the harvest would be better.

So, in addition to buying a few sheep at the market, Uncle Moses also borrowed money from the Sutcliffe family to rent some ewes.

They agreed that if the rented-out ewe gave birth to a lamb, they would each get half, and the wool would belong entirely to Uncle Moses.

In this way, Uncle Moses' sheep herd grew from over sixty to over seventy.

According to his plan, if everything goes smoothly, his total harvest this year should increase by nine gold pounds.

But it was precisely in these last few days that the unexpected happened.

At first, the sheep would bleat every night, and the sound was very frightening, as if there was something terrifying around them.

Uncle Moses thought that the sheep were bleating at night because there were wild animals like wolves around.

But he wasn't worried about it, because the sheepfold was very high and there was a sheepdog guarding it, so the wolves couldn't harm the sheep.

The next day, when Uncle Moses went to the sheepfold, he saw a large pool of blood on the ground, with some wool scattered around it.

He counted the number of sheep and found that two were indeed missing.

Uncle Moses was both angry and annoyed, so he simply asked someone to raise the stone wall of the sheepfold a few inches higher and even hung thorns on it.

He thought that this way, the sheep wouldn't get lost again.

But a few days later, several more sheep went missing.

Uncle Moses couldn't figure out how the wolf got in, so he stayed up all night, took a hunting rifle, and lay by the window, waiting for the wolf to come.

I waited for several days in a row.

Finally! Just last night, Uncle Moses saw a large dark shadow jump into the sheep pen.

Without the slightest hesitation, he fired the gun.

Hearing the gunshot, the shadowy figure instantly flew into a rage. It leaped to the window where Uncle Moses was guarding, smashed the glass, and stretched its claws inside.

And he also got a glimpse of what the monster looked like.

Uncle Moses said, "That monster was as tall as an adult. It had a pointed mouth, sharp fangs, and its whole body was covered in jet-black fur! Its eyes were red, redder than blood! The monster stretched its claws in; it wanted to grab me and then eat me."

Later, Uncle Moses fired a shot and drove the monster away, but he believed that the monster, having suffered a loss, would definitely not let him go, so he asked Cecilia for help.

After hearing the whole story, Lyndon decisively said, "It's a mutant."

Cecilia also agreed with Lyndon's statement.

Upon hearing that it was a monster, Uncle Moses' face drained of all color. Pale as he pleaded with Cecilia, "You must help me! If that monster eats me again, not only will I be unable to pay the rent I owe the Viscount, but I won't even be able to support my family!"

"I can't possibly take my wife and child to the city to beg for food! My daughter is only four years old!"

As he spoke, Uncle Moses lowered his head, tears welling in his eyes, and angrily slapped his thigh.

His back was hunched over, as if some immense weight was pressing down on him.

Cecilia was soft-hearted; she couldn't bear to see her fellow villagers suffer.

So he agreed to Uncle Moses' request without hesitation.

Cecilia helped Uncle Moses to his feet, her eyes resolute. "Don't worry, Uncle Moses," she said, "we'll definitely help you solve your problem!"

As she spoke, she instructed Lyndon to take some money from the donation box in the sanctuary and slip it into Uncle Moses's hand.

"Take this money and buy some bread for the children when you get back."

Uncle Moses held the banknotes and coins in his hands, and he was so moved that he couldn't express it in words.

"Thank you, thank you!"

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After seeing Uncle Moses off, Cecilia looked at the departing figure riding the gray donkey with a worried expression.

"Uncle Moses is a pitiful man too. His family relies on those sheep for a living, and now several have been eaten by the inhumans. Each sheep costs at least one gold pound!"

Cecilia spoke to Lyndon, her voice filled with concern for the Moses family.

Lyndon nodded in agreement: "Yes, for an ordinary family, this is indeed a devastating blow."

"So, we must help Uncle Moses get rid of that monster as soon as possible!" Cecilia clenched her fist and waved it forcefully in the air.

"In that case, I'll go with you. We can take care of each other," Lyndon volunteered.

"But is your arm really okay?" Cecilia looked at Lyndon's left arm, which was in a sling around his neck, her eyes full of worry. "Maybe I should go with Herbert."

"No need," Lyndon refused.

He lowered his sling and swung it back and forth and side to side.

"Look, my injury has almost healed, there's no problem at all."

Cecilia looked at Lyndon's bandaged hand and still didn't want him to go.

After all, if anything unexpected happened, Cecilia would probably feel guilty to death.

But Lyndon was adamant, insisting on being with Cecilia no matter what.

After all, he did have some personal motives in this matter.

Having studied the secret technique for so long, Lyndon was eager to see how well he had mastered the purification spell.

The only problem is that there hasn't been a suitable species for experimentation.

Now that one has finally appeared, how could I let it go so easily?

Therefore, Lyndon was determined to get this mutant!

"Miss Cecilia, please don't take my side," Lyndon said earnestly.

"Just because I have a few bandages wrapped around my arm, does that mean I'm not a pastor? Just because I arrived a little late, do those people around me no longer belong to my community?"

"No! That's not it! So, Miss Cecilia, please allow me to follow behind you and face that unknown monster together."

"This is my dignity as a pastor, and as a man!"

Lyndon's righteous words left Cecilia speechless. Cecilia opened her mouth, and what she had originally intended to say as persuasion turned into, "Okay, let's go together."