Looking at Edward, who looked grim, Peter Fasa was speechless for a moment.

Yes, it is quite possible that Verlot lied in order to survive, and his words could not be believed at all—but Peter knew better that he was just deceiving himself and not wanting to believe it.

The sewers of Ebotden are home to thousands of poor people who don't care if they live or die, and many don't even know they exist, and even if they do, no one cares.

That's right, is there a better "material for experimentation" than this group of people?

The mere thought of that made Peter Fasa feel creepy. The Nine-Pointed Star Wizard's Tower occasionally dissects condemned prisoners, or some uncollected corpses for experiments, and Peter himself has done it himself - although the Wizard Tower is rebuked by the Church for blasphemy, he doesn't think it's anything, after all, experiments are the only criterion.

But the Bellini family's approach ...... Even though those people are already walking dead, they are still alive!

That's a living person!

What is the difference between them doing this and the blood sacrifice of the believers of those evil gods and demons?!

Peter Fasa could even imagine that the poor people were still grateful when they got the potion, and regarded the Bellini family as their saviors and kind and good people.

They drank the alchemical potions that had not been perfected at all, and they did not notice the "kind" Alto Bellini at all, and the eyes of them were simply looking at a group of "test subjects"!

"What are we going to do next?" the indifferent Edward remained calm, "The people of the Bellini family must already be on their way, and it won't be long before this place is discovered." ”

"Retreat, the mission has failed. Peter bit his lip stubbornly, salty blood oozing from the corners of his mouth: "But at least find out what is going on next except for the Bellini family, and prepare the next step as soon as possible - go to Gutter Alley to meet with Lord Loren Turin, and put an end to this matter!"

"About this ......"

Edward suddenly spoke, "I'm just making a suggestion, but you'd better not do that. According to the original plan, we should meet him at the stronghold tonight. ”

"Are you still suspicious of him?" Peter frowned, "I thought you were the only one besides me who would trust Loren Turin." ”

"It's not about trusting or not, and it's enough for Vera to be wary of him. ”

Edward shook his head indifferently: "I just don't want to see accidents. You're dead at Eberden now, and a few of us are wanted criminals — we've just kidnapped Verlow with the front foot, and we're in the gutter with the back foot, and even a fool can tell if there's something wrong with it.

His Excellency Loren Turin is now the only one among us who can show up at Ebolden, and anything that might reveal his identity should be avoided as much as possible, not to mention that Gutter Alley itself is a trap for him, full of people from the Bellini family.

In short, we can't let the Bellini family, or anyone else, associate His Excellency Loren Turin with us – on the contrary, we must let him get as close to us as possible!"

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"Do you have something to tell me?"

A hint of surprise flashed across the black-haired wizard's face, and he looked at the scar-faced man who was already dying, sitting on a chair and smoking a pipe, "You're dying." ”

"It's because I'm dying that I can tell you. The scar-faced man grinned while swallowing the clouds: "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to talk to you like this, hahahahacoughcoughcough......"

"Say it quickly. ”

"Don't be in such a hurry, my wizard master. The scar-faced man took a hard puff of his pipe, held the pipe in his hand weakly, and stared at Loren with trembling eyes: "If you guess correctly, the people outside are all dead, right?"

Loren didn't speak, just looked at him in silence, apparently acquiescing.

"Hahaha, cough, cough...... I knew it... cough cough cough ...... I knew it was going to be like this! Those aristocratic lords, mercenaries who work hard for people, they don't know what kind of person you are, they don't know at all... Ahem, ahem!

These noble lords, they all think you are some kind of soft persimmon, thinking that you are no different from the nerds of that wizard tower, how wrong!

They treat you like a fat sheep, but they don't know that they have provoked a hungry wolf, a monster a thousand times more terrible than Boss Vansteno, who can devour them alive!

They want to kill you, but they don't know that you're going to end up dying - I can tell that you're not the kind of soft guy who can swallow your anger and bend your neck to survive, and you'll bite them every chance you can...... I've been with Boss Verstelno for so many years, and I see this most clearly!"

The scar-faced man was still muttering, and Loren frowned slightly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

He was starting to lose his patience, and his right hand gripped the short knife behind his waist.

"Remember, when you asked us to help you find that... Ahem, ahem... Is that the man named Isaac Grantham?" Scarface smiled brightly, "I told you we didn't find him...... But actually, I had a vague idea of where he was. ”

"You know?!"

In fact, Boss Vestno also knew, but he didn't dare to say it...... He didn't dare to go against that old man Aalto Bellini. But I'm not afraid, I'm already a dead man anyway, and the Cane Gang is finished, so what else do I have to fear? Hahahahaha......ha

"And where is he now?" Loren's expression became more and more ugly, and he felt as if he had been tricked, and walked up to the scar-faced man step by step, keeping himself as calm as possible.

"Right in the harbor of Ebotden, beside a particularly remote cliff... Ahem, ahem... Inside the wreck. The wound on the scar-faced man's body was still oozing blood, and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker: "I've only been to that ghost place once, you have to find it yourself, cough cough hahaha......"

“...... Thank you. The black-haired wizard was silent for a moment, and looked at the scar-faced man who had only one breath left, and his tone was much calmer: "This matter is very important to me. ”

"In that case, can you promise me one thing too?" Shaking his head, the scar-faced man stared at him and gasped: "Give me a good time, drag here and wait for death...... It's so damn grandma's pain!"

Nodding slightly, Loren pulled out the short knife in his back. The diamond-shaped tip of the knife rested on the heart of his chest. The scar-faced man stared at the tip of the knife, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he put his pipe in his mouth and smoked hard.

Even if you are prepared, you will still feel a trace of fear in the face of death.

"One last question. The black-haired wizard suddenly spoke: "Why are you telling me this—you're going to die anyway, and even if you don't say this, I can't do anything to you." And a scum like you shouldn't want to repay the favor, right?"

"You're right, I'm going to die anyway, so why don't you say it hahaha......" The scar-faced man smoking his pipe smiled hysterically, smiling brighter than just now, and looking at Loren's eyes began to go crazy:

"You or Master Aalto of the Bellini family, you are all real monsters who eat people and don't spit out bones! Of course, we are no better than the scum of the gutter alley, we are reptiles on the ground in your eyes, and we can be crushed to death if you want.

Because of you, half of the scum in the south of the city have gone to hell, yes, we deserve it, we scum only deserve to be small pawns in the hands of you monsters. Do you know what I want to see the most? What I want to see now is you monsters dog-eat-dog, watching you get bitten by each other, and then seeing which one of you goes to hell to bury us scum!"

"Poof!"

The tip of the knife stabbed into his chest, and the scar-faced man's body shuddered suddenly, and the delicate briar pipe fell from the corner of his mouth to the ground, his eyes gradually grayed, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.