The old sir, who was already exhausted, fell to the sky.

The damage to the abdomen is far worse than it seems!

The dagger was not only sharp, but also, ...... Poison!

Piercing black blood was pouring from the wound.

Everyone was stunned.

They simply didn't think that something like this would happen.

Especially the 'mercenaries' under the command of the other party, these scarred mercenaries are at a loss one by one.

And the mayor's special adviser, who completed the assassination, opened his mouth and laughed.

"Sir Beta."

"Have a nice trip."

With a soft laugh, heavy corpse spots began to appear on the other party's face, and then, the skin began to rot.

Standing there, the other party was like a corpse that had been left for a long time.

but

Real corpses don't move.

And the other party?

Not only talking, but also turning their heads to look around at the people.

"You're all going to die!"

"This!"

"Just the beginning!"

The voice was cold, coupled with the corpse-like state of the other party at the moment, even if there were mysterious people who had been in contact with the 'weird' side, but at this time, the scalp was numb.

Because......

Many people know what the scene in front of them represents.

"The third order of the 'Grave Keeper'!"

"No!"

"A corpse golem that can only be made by a fourth-order 'grave keeper'!"

"Otherwise, it would not be possible to pretend to be so real!"

A low voice of discussion reached Jason's ears.

And the corpse's eyes were on Jason.

"And you!"

"The guy who ruined our plans!"

"You will suffer ......"

Burst!

Before the other party's words were finished, Jason rushed forward, his hand falling with a knife, and his head flew up.

Suddenly, the already rotting corpse puppet quickly turned into a pool of bones.

When the mysterious people around saw this scene, not only did they not have any surprises, but they retreated again and again.

Some even turned around and ran.

It's like hiding from the plague.

The rest?

After hesitating for a while, he slowly left.

They were grateful to the old sir for saving his life.

But let them repay with their lives.

But they can't.

Not to mention......

Old Sir was clearly in danger.

Is it worth offending a high-ranking 'grave keeper' for the sake of a person who is dying?

"You ungrateful fellows......"

"Bastard!"

"Coward!"

Tanir cursed the men.

Jason didn't say a word.

He'd seen too much of this in the city that never sleeps.

Therefore, he knows what he should do at this time.

"Help!"

Jason said to an indignant Tanier.

"Oh, oh."

Returning to his senses, Tanir nodded his head again and again, rushed to the old sir's side, and began to examine the wound.

After a brief examination, Taniel frowned.

"The wound is not difficult to treat."

"But ......"

"The trouble is poison."

"I can't figure out what kind of poison this is!"

Taniel said to his friend.

"Take what you can handle, deal with it first."

"For the rest, we'll figure it out."

Jason said very dryly.

"Hmm!"

Taniel nodded vigorously.

Then, the pharmacist's bag was removed and placed aside.

First, he took out two white and cyan potions, and the white potions sprinkled into the surrounding air, immediately forming a sparkling light, like fireflies surrounding Old Sir and Tanier.

Sterilization?

Jason guessed.

'Pharmacist' can become one of the professional systems on the mysterious side, which is naturally unique.

It's just that Taniel is too big to ignore the magic of this profession.

Well, to some extent, which profession Tanir works in, which profession will be ignored to a certain extent.

True. Shame on the profession?

Thinking to himself, Jason didn't bother to look at Taniel's treatment again.

He believed in the healing powers of a 'pharmacist' far beyond him, even in Taniel...... It's the same (probably, maybe, probably).

Rather than focusing on treatment.

It's better to think about the present.

The words of the mayor's special adviser still echoed in Jason's ears.

Jason didn't pay attention to the cursed words.

What he cares about is: people!

When the other party chooses words and forms sentences, he uses the word 'we'.

Subconsciously, Jason touched the dagger containing the 'Beast Tamer' and the 'Grave Keeper's Dagger'.

Recall that the two objects were almost identical.

Some of Jason's doubts in his heart were finally solved.

"Guys!"

"It's not one person who has two professions!"

"It's two people with different professions!"

"And ......"

"All belong to the same 'organization'!"

"Because of this, the other party is able to make so many and detailed layouts!"

There is strength in numbers.

It's never an empty phrase.

Facing one person and facing ten people are completely different concepts.

Ordinary people are like that.

This is especially true for mystical people.

Although he has no personal experience, Jason can fully imagine what kind of power different professions will have after complementing each other, which is definitely 1+1>2.

And this is definitely not good news for him.

After all, he has long been on the opposite side of this 'organization'.

More importantly, what was the vast, inexplicable force that appeared out of thin air before?

Jason doesn't consider himself a cowardly person.

Even if he suddenly entered the city that never sleeps, became 'Jason', and was held at gunpoint by a group of people, Jason was not afraid, and he was able to clearly judge the situation and choose the most advantageous side.

But in the face of the sudden force before, he felt timid.

Solidified thinking.

I just want to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.

It's like facing the top of the food chain.

Jason believed that if he hadn't gritted his teeth and held on, and that power was only fleeting, he would have fallen to his knees like Tanier.

"Does that force belong to that organization too?"

Jason thought.

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Jason's already frowning brows became tighter and tighter.

Also frowning was Bundy.

The sheriff walked over.

"Jason, you said Your Excellency the Mayor?"

The words are not finished, but the meaning could not be more obvious.

"I don't know."

Jason shook his head.

He told the truth.

Because, he really couldn't be sure that the mayor was also made into a corpse puppet, or was it ...... The person who is the 'organization' itself.

……

Lord Mayor's Office.

The mayor, who carefully reviewed the document, signed his name on the last document.

Then, it was handed over to the waiting secretary.

"Tomorrow morning, according to this plan, the outer city will be re-planned."

"I needed an out-of-town area that could accommodate 50,000 people."

"Moreover, the infrastructure is well-developed, and transportation must be accessible."

The mayor commanded.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The secretary nodded, turned around and walked out.

When he was about to go out, the secretary turned his head to look at the mayor who was writing on the desk again, and couldn't help but remind: "Your Excellency, please rest early." ”

"Got it."

The mayor replied without raising his head.

To this, the secretary sighed.

He knew the mayor would work late into the night.

It's been 20 years, and the other party has always been like this.

Even if the body is getting worse and worse, it has not changed.

"Tomorrow I will find a high-level 'pharmacist' to help you regulate your body."

The secretary thought and gently closed the door.

And the moment the door shut, the mayor sat up.

He walked slowly to the window and looked up at the dark night sky.

There was a smile in his eyes.

The biggest obstacle was solved.

"It's been 20 years!"

"Built you for 20 years!"

"Now it's time for my harvest!"

"Destroy you!"

"Use your wreckage to become my 'advanced asset'!"

Low laughter.

Distance

The fire burst into flames.

Rumble!

The next moment, the whole Lord trembled several times.

Everyone looked at the place where the fire was blazing in shock, and their hearts were full of apprehension and uneasiness.

Because

There it is,

Lorde Barracks!