"Dear Mr. Karl, go this way."

A white man with a flattering smile on his face respectfully stepped forward with Carl Nanscoe, the branch manager of the Rum Railways Group, and looked back from time to time to lead the way with words and gestures.

Six sturdy workers followed behind them, each carrying on their shoulders a roll of unusually wide black cloth that had been brought in from the door of the slaughterhouse.

As the surrounding scene changed, the group came to the door of a small bungalow that was not high, but very wide.

"This is it, Mr. Karl, my esteemed boss and his friends, in the room ahead."

After the white man said respectfully to Carl, he motioned to the six workers who followed with his eyes, arranged the black cloth on the windows and exposed vents of the bungalow, and then saluted Karl respectfully, and quickly retreated.

They are skilful and look like this isn't the first time they've done so.

Carl Nansco glanced at the dirty surroundings in disgust, pushed open the door in front of him, and walked in.

"Damn, I know."

As soon as he stepped in, his keen features immediately smelled a strong smell of tobacco, sweat, and cheap rye beer, mixed with a disgusting smell, and he couldn't help frowning and whispering a complaint.

I probably heard the door open.

The owner of the slaughterhouse, a blonde man who was almost two meters tall, full of muscular bumps, and had a round waist, slammed the inferior deck of cards in his hand on the table full of small rye beer wooden cups.

First, the four men who were sitting at the same table with him, who were about the same height as him, but had a much simpler temperament, said a word.

"Our guests are here, haha!"

"This doesn't count!"

Then, ignoring their angry gazes, he turned to Carl Brown, who looked extremely slender compared to him, and shouted loudly.

"Oh! Look who's coming! ”

"Carl of the Brown family, the unlucky nephew of the unlucky man who was killed by the Indian Savage tribe in the border region!"

As he screamed, his partner, who was still going to settle accounts behind him, suddenly looked at Carl who walked in, and gave up the idea of calculating the game with him.

Karl walked up to the big man, found a fairly clean chair and sat down unceremoniously, and said calmly.

"Liszt, I'm not like you, I haven't accepted the original blood of my elders."

"By blood, I'm not an official member of the Brown family yet."

"Please call me by my name, Carl Nansko!"

Hearing Karl's words, the big man in front of him, Liszt, had not yet spoken, but a companion behind the big man, whose eyes emitted an ominous scarlet light, preemptively interjected.

"So, you're still a lowly human?"

"Lowly humans?"

"This fellow of the York wolf clan, there is a kind, you go to the human barracks and talk about it!"

After his uncle's death, Karl carefully studied the rapid increase in the military power of ordinary humans over the past two hundred years.

He found that in this era when most of the knightly blood clan and werewolf lords were sleeping, low-level transcendent races such as ordinary blood clans and werewolves, unless they occupied the right time and place to carry out a sneak attack, they really might not be able to deal with the human army armed with muskets on the frontal battlefield.

His uncle, Chavez Brown, who was later investigated and killed by the Indians with muskets, is a bloody example.

"Not a regiment, not a battalion."

"All it takes is a 10-man musketeer to ······ you like a dog"

However, before Carl Nansko's taunt could be finished, he was interrupted by Liszt, who was standing opposite.

"Enough Karl, don't say any more!"

"Adults of the Sanctuary, what order has been given for you to come here in person?"

In the past, the human race was looked down upon by these dark transcendents and tortured at will.

Now in terms of overall frontal combat effectiveness, it has surpassed most of the transcendent races that can only be looked up to in the past, and this unbelievable fact has almost become a taboo between the exchanges of various transcendent races at present.

Countless new dark creatures, basking in the glory and power of their ancestors, enjoying the luxury and affluence of the worldly life left behind, like the emperor in the fable "The Emperor's New Clothes", often self-suggest and try to ignore this.

"For the sake of knowing each other when we were kids, I'll give you this face."

Carl Nansko first glanced haughtily and disdainfully at the werewolf youth behind Liszt, who had just been almost angered by his own words and turned into a real body, before continuing.

"The 'Taoist' from the east, accompanied by the Templar Lincoln, has entered Roccofell."

"It is expected that in three days' time, we will arrive in the city of Esalius via the railway of the Rum Railways."

"The above hopes that you transcendents will leave the city for the time being, and don't let them find out."

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While this group of dark races were discussing all kinds of secrets in this large bungalow, in the southeast corner of the bungalow, two "white men" with soft facial features were using a tree bark as earmuffs, sticking to the wall and listening quietly.

Next to them, a slaughterhouse worker who was supposed to be guarding here was thinking about something with his pockets bulging, looking around at the wind.

In fact, he didn't want to betray the boss of this factory and the foreman who was not kind to him, but those people gave too much, and the worker had decided to resign and leave the company after the matter was over······

Fortunately, everything went smoothly beyond imagination.

The bigwigs in this house had no idea that there would be a group of daring mortals who had never appeared on their list of hostile forces to inquire about them.

After everything is over, the slaughterhouse owner and Carl Nansko are gone.

Not far from the entrance of the slaughterhouse, in that familiar corner, seven or eight bastard "white men" dressed in simple civilian clothes gathered together again.

Armed with barrels of beer and flower signs, they walked together in the direction of the famous, colored liquor alley of the surrounding neighborhood, which looked no different from the usual white brethren at a party.

After walking through several avenues and long roads, one of the white bastards finally made a secret gesture to the leader to indicate that there were no stalkers, and then they came to a hidden wooden house belonging to the neighborhood gang "Goatheads".

Sitting around an old-fashioned wooden table in the shape of an oval, the group of "white men" finally began a real communion.

"'Taoists' from the East, Templars, ······ Shelter"

Li Changming, the captain of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, looked at the summary of the information summarized by other members in his hand, the key words drawn by the red lines one by one, and the serious face of the national character, showed a smile for a long time.

In the six months since they came to Esalius, their Foreign Affairs team, although they have firmly controlled a medium-sized local gang "Goathead Gang", has also provided a lot of information for the Taiping Fortress to collect information on the livelihood and business of the United States of America.

But their true mission goal, the purpose of finding the Bloodline or other supernatural forces, has never been achieved.

The elites of the upper class of Esaliliu City are not yet accessible at their current level.

In the past six months, the detailed surveillance of the new manager of the Rum Railway Group, who they already knew clearly and had ties to the blood clan, had already taken up almost half of their core manpower, and in a short period of time, they simply did not have the spare energy to monitor the other powerful people of Esalius City without alarming them.

Because of this, they have not discovered another company or other group related to other supernatural forces for the time being.

"Comrade Min, these funds that you used immediately and decisively are really worth spent!"

"Also, everyone did a good job this time!"

Captain Kokuzi put away the information and handed it to the member who was operating a rudimentary telegraph next to him.

Then, Li Changming added to the excited team members around him with a message on his face.

"However, the worker, let the comrade in charge of managing the gang take care of it."

"You don't need to use drastic means, we will give it as soon as we say it!"

"Don't care about the money."

"Let the comrades of the gang erase the traces of the worker's departure after he leaves the city of Esalius!"

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