After listening carefully to Turles' account of the incident, Xia Xiu's expression became deeper.

The matter of the week involved all the gangsters of the New World and the various restrictions of the overt transcendent regulations, which was obviously a complex and sensitive matter, and the water in it was too deep for ordinary people to grasp, and it was necessary for him to deal with it himself.

His fingers tapped lightly against the edge of his desk, a habitual gesture that revealed his concentration in thought. Moments later, he decided to officially include the matter in his list of priorities, which not only meant that he would personally follow and intervene in the development of the incident, but also that the matter was given sufficient importance.

"I'll take care of it myself after a week."

Xia Xiu revealed his next itinerary to his cronie Turs...... One.

Obviously, the fox-eared boy was very happy about the fact that the director was willing to take a hand to pull his brother.

"Antonio will be glad to see you again."

"I'm also glad to see my old guys who used to play side by side again, and to be honest, I'm tired of going it alone." The blonde youth spoke in a calm and gentle tone.

"Except for a week, do you know how Broly is?" Tours was concerned about another old fellow at this time.

"I received a handwritten letter from him at the end of last month, saying that he had now entered the source of the Berlia Plague in the Oretin Empire, and it read like this:

A new round of catastrophes is happening here, an unprecedented catastrophe that is sweeping across the entire continental plate at an alarming rate.

It has not only changed the face of the land, but has also profoundly affected the lives of all the people of Oretin.

The entire area was illuminated by intense aetheric radiation, causing countless aether crystals to miraculously grow out of the plains. These crystals are scattered in the soil, on the surface, and even in the dense network of rivers, and nowhere is not covered by aether radiation ores. They radiate a faint light, beautiful and dangerous, as if they were the scars left on the earth by this natural disaster.

With the spread of aether radiation, swarms of patients infected with the Ore Disease began to appear within the Empire. This disease is directly related to the exposure to etheric radiation, and the disease spreads rapidly, seriously threatening people's lives. In order to survive, these sick people began a mass migration, leaving the homeland where they had been nurtured and embarking on a journey to find a new home.

This catastrophe on the Berian Plain, like a war without gunpowder, ruthlessly changed the land and the lives on it. ”

Xia Xiu was reciting the contents of the handwritten letter in his memory, his expression looking extremely serious.

Turce on the side listened to Xia Xiu's process of reciting the contents of the letter with a complicated face. His fox ears unconsciously moved slightly as he heard the description, showing his sensitivity and uneasiness to the information.

"You don't have to worry too much about the natural disasters of Oretin, the leader of the empire is undoubtedly a hard-working emperor. He would never allow mass casualties among the people within his borders, which would make him embarrassed, after all, the emperor of the empire has always 'loved the people like sons'. Moreover, there are a large number of Thirteen Heroic Knights stationed in the territory of the Oretin Empire, and there is also a mobile city of the Kingdom of Heaven - Utopia. ”

Xia Xiu looked at Turs, who was a little uneasy, and said a few words of relief.

"Broly is a ranger in the Oretin Empire, and according to his description on the envelope, as well as the information from the Kingdom of Heaven on the Oretin side, it can be seen that he is now doing some good deeds to rob the rich and help the poor.

Well, the targets of his robbery were the great lords of the Oretin Empire who had the autonomy of the city-states, and those great lords levied various taxes on the lower classes, including land tax and poll tax, in order to maintain the huge administrative and military expenses of the mobile city. ”

Hearing Xia Xiu say that Broly was a ranger within the Oretin Empire, Turce's mind subconsciously recalled the other party's iron fists wrapped in bright red steam, as well as those hideous corpses. Then, he silently mourned for a few seconds in his heart for the unlucky ones who were favored by Broly.

"Alright, we're almost done talking about things." Xia Xiu glanced at the clock hanging in the office.

"Within this week, bring me the first candidates." He gave his instructions to Tours, "After the establishment of the Municipal Council, this team will work with them." ”

"Understood." Turce straightened his back and replied earnestly to the director of the front authority.

"Go ahead."

Turce nodded, then turned and left the office.

Squeak –

Knock –

As the sound of the door slowly closing faded away, a quiet atmosphere returned to the entire office, leaving Xia Xiu alone.

At this moment, he leaned his head on the cushion behind the chair, and the whole person seemed to seek a temporary relaxation, showing a posture close to lying flat. His hands were gently folded on his abdomen, and his eyes were gently closed, as if he were pretending to sleep, but the slightly fluttering eyelashes revealed that his thoughts were not completely calm.

The wheelchair slowly rotates with his slight adjustments, bringing a subtle sound of wind, adding a quiet and unique feeling.

The brightly lit buildings outside contrast with the tranquility inside, while the empty streets outside add an atmosphere of loneliness and contemplation.

On such a quiet night, the expression of the blonde youth was elusive.

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Following.

8:00 AM

Hell's Kitchen: Shadowfalls.

Located on the western edge of Hell's Kitchen, the Shadow Abyss isn't a native neighborhood.

In the past, it was known for its thriving light industry and handicraft production, attracting a large number of immigrants seeking work. However, with the fall of the New World, the acceleration of anomalization, and the birth of the Junction, untreated dimensional wasteland and hubs began to be discharged directly into the district, reconstructing the block.

The houses and the land are softened together in a grotesque way, with a river called the River of Forgotten Tears appearing out of thin air, and the original modern buildings have been reconstructed by reality.

Dense factories and stunted residential buildings have been reconstructed and huddled between narrow, winding streets.

Heavily polluted water flows through the Shadow Abyss District, and the air is filled with a pungent chemical smell, and the original natives who owned the property here are scolding and disgusting the new immigrants – especially those who defecate in the open.

The aliens are full of disdain and schadenfreude for the "pampered" aborigines, and some aliens often pour feces and urine into the already polluted river of tears in front of the aborigines in order to anger the aborigines.

"Forget the tears, forget the tears, don't cry and don't make trouble.

Wet and dry, no one refuses.

Forget tears, forget tears, enchanting and rich.

Hunger and thirst, Eden is good****"

This is the poetry of the vulgar and tasteless vagabonds of the alien race.

Although the whole article is incomprehensible, there is no rhyme, there is no profound meaning, and there is no evocative artistic conception, but it is full of the "flavor" of the story.

What kind of on the bed, on the hands and other obscene words, those aliens come casually.

And these aliens are proud, because the compassionate eyes of the Father have looked upon them, and he has cast upon them a generous blessing.

This is a great encouragement for these aliens.

Heaven doesn't give birth to me as a feces and urine poet, Jing Yuan is as desperate as a long night!

They have to do more to get a crown from a loving Father.

They will be crowned champions of loving fathers, and they will be chosen by loving fathers!

"Oh, a piece of in your hand, a tincture of spit, and walking the border between Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street, like a returning king—" Goblin vendor Scratch Dirty Paw hummed a song as he walked along the intersection of Ninth Avenue and 42nd Street.

Scratch is a typical goblin, greedy and cunning, always looking for opportunities to make a profit.

He doesn't care much about personal hygiene, and often litters the Shadow Abyss area, and his "treasure cave" is full of garbage and stench looted from everywhere.

A cunning and shrewd peddler, he is known for his special goods in the narrow streets of the Shadow Abyss district.

At this moment, the figure of the dirty paw shuttled through the crowd, and a wooden box hung from his waist, which was filled with small bottles of various colors and shapes, containing all kinds of strange potions.

These potions are not ordinary commodities, but come from a mysterious organization called the [Emetic Ones].

This secret cult that believes in the Four Liquids Theory sells its own emetic potions to the outside world, believing it to be a way to purify the body and soul.

These agents are popular in certain circles, especially among those who seek the ultimate in dietary indulgence.

After a grand feast, they use these emetics to "empty" themselves in order to enjoy their food again, or out of obsession with their figures.

Skrage Dirty Paw cleverly exploited this, promoting esoteric potions as a fashionable lifestyle choice to attract customers.

Whenever Skrage was hawking in the streets, his voice was full of cunning and seduction: "A secret potion from ancient wisdom that allows you to experience purification like never before!" ”

However, the goblin vendor's business is more than just a simple transaction, and each of his transactions implies a more complex interweaving of power and desires in the depths of the Shadow Abyss.

In a neighborhood tainted by industrial and domestic sewage, the Skrage offers not only emetic agents, but also a fantasy of escapism and self-purification.

It is rumored that the esoteric rituals of the esoteric inducers can make all living beings take the form of a loving father, and if they continue to take potions and perform rituals, they will become the children of a loving father, the sons of Naigh.

They are the most numerous of fatherly pampered children.

Even their appearance was pleasing to the plague god, as each of them looked as if they were tiny copies of the plague god's own.

It is said that the materials for the Elixir of the Esoteric Sect [Son of Naig] were extracted from the boils and pustules of the flesh and blood of the Great Impure by the hands of the Loving Father.

The Great Impurity is the most powerful demon under the Father, towering rotten flesh and fat who wield huge, rusty weapons on the battlefield. Spit filthy pus at your enemies and unleash sick plague magic.

Their massive bodies were swollen from the decay of their organs, and their necrotic flesh was covered with mossy boils and foul-smelling pus.

Inside the body of the Great Impure, maggots the length of Nag's arms and a grown man's arms were wriggling.

This filthy nourishment is the truth of a loving father; "All things rot, but all beings are immortal—"

Many people in Hell's Kitchen now believe that in a dark corner, in a gap between the present and the phase, the Great Impure under the Father's hand is coming to this empty and dreamy land with the "truth of life".

He, or they, will preach the truth of the Father here.

Scratch Dirty Paw didn't care about any rumors, although he had seen several customers turn into [Son of Naigh] due to overuse of emetic potions, but none of that had anything to do with him.

He's just a little goblin who has wandered from the realms to Terra.

Dirty Paw doesn't like Terra, as Terra has the Abyss Organization (Celestial), and in the past the Abyss has waged large-scale wars against the outside world.

Countless demons (angels) have erupted from the abyss, they have slaughtered all races, they have a thirst for murder, they have no mercy.

Not only did those demons slaughter all races, but they also imposed the names of the Abyss and the demons on other races and realms.

Dirty Paw also doesn't like the Addison Federation, and doesn't like the cities of the New World.

Because Addison's government is a human government, they are the same kind as the demons who call themselves angels.

However, even if he no longer likes Terra, Skrage Dirty Paw still travels across the ocean, far from his hometown, to the New World.

This is because, he needs a lot of money.

He needs to buy his own house at the border, in the realm of the Golden Court.

The real estate created by the [Golden Tree] has a fundamental law that even the Golden Court cannot easily shake - private property is sacrosanct.

This fundamental law is true in the sense of the word - "God" and "holy" are inviolable.

With real estate, you are a real legal creature in the Golden Court.

According to the distance from the Golden Tree and the scale of the blessing, the existing lots have been artificially divided into three levels: Bronze, Silver, and Gold.

Now even the bronze lot in the remote area has been speculated by unscrupulous real estate to the range of 4500~7000 yuan per square meter.

Scratches's dream is to buy a silver lot property in the Golden Court or the Junction, preferably a silver property with a complete system of god protection.

As long as the property tax is paid on time, the owner of the property will continue to receive the blessing of the Golden Tree.

If you are willing to pay the Faith Tax, then he will be able to obtain the protection of the Divine System and even become a Chosen Person of the Divine System.

Moreover, the more faith tax you pay, the stronger the protection within the divine system.

Settle down and work in peace and contentment.

What an unpretentious dream.

So for this dream, Skrage Dirty Paw became a drifter in the New World, or New Drift for short.

Their earliest batch of newcomers made money was also very "unpretentious", for example, the potions he was selling now did not even have to pay basic commodity taxes.

He took the goods from the [vomiters] and never had to pay.

The occultists wished that their potions had been spreading.

So Scradge Dirty Paw has always been a profitable business.

As long as he continues to do this, he feels that he should be able to earn enough money for a down payment in 2 years.

With a beautiful fantasy for the future, Dirty Paw came to 789 Ninth Avenue.

Then, he saw a strange round instrument in the central announcement area, which was supposed to be empty.

The circular instrument was projecting a blue projection curtain directly above the sky in a way that was grossly inconsistent with the medieval painting around it.

The projection curtain is full of words, and at the same time, the temporary [colloquial mimusu] that can make it accessible to the illiterate is expanding wildly.

The dirty paw took a sip of [colloquial mimusu], and felt a change in cognition.

There is a feeling of being temporarily forced by knowledge. He muttered inwardly, then looked at the words on the projection.

【Municipal Cleaning Action Implementation Report】

[Reporting unit: Authority, Municipal Affairs Bureau——]

(End of chapter)