I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 115 Pursuit
Reality, Mayos City.

Even though it is the capital of the Kingdom of Mayos, this prosperous city also has quiet corners.

The Lindong District is the area near the east gate of the city of Mayos. In the planning of the entire city of Mayos, this area is the farthest from the imperial palace.

Therefore, the Lindong District is the quiet corner of Mayos City.

This is a gathering place for homeless people and poor people. Poverty and filth are synonymous with this place.

Whenever it gets late at night, the Lindong District will be extremely quiet. The sheriff will not patrol here, and the residents are even more afraid of encountering accidents when going out.

Various factors made the Lindong District the birthplace of all the filthy things in the city of Mayos. Even the nativity ceremony with a living sacrifice ceremony held a few months ago, their stronghold in the city of Mayos also started to develop from the Lindong District.

If Prince has other unknown bases in the city, then the East District is the most likely place.

Although it is said that a tall tree attracts the wind here, it does not rule out the possibility that Prince will do the opposite.

Of course the most important thing is that Morton has no other choice at this moment.

He visited every stronghold he knew, but all he found were research reports. Even if there were research results that he didn't know about, he couldn't draw any conclusions by piecing together this information.

Morton still didn't know how Prince stayed in the dream, let alone his real plan.

So he came to Lindong District to try his luck.

But tonight, he regretted coming to Lindong District.

Morton walked through the streets shrouded in darkness, hoping that the complex terrain would help him shake off his pursuers. However, Morton soon realized that the other party knew the terrain of Mayos City better than he did.

Faced with the threat of losing his freedom, Morton felt unprecedented fear. He did not want to let the ruthless iron bars block his pursuit of truth.

He wanted to rush into the surrounding houses, but he quickly rejected the idea.

The reason was simple: the residents of Lindong District were too cautious, and breaking into their houses at night would surely create enough noise to attract pursuers.

Morton soon began to think of other solutions.

Unfortunately, before he could figure out the solution, he was blocked by his pursuers.

At the corner ahead, a girl with a high ponytail rushed out quickly. She was wearing light knight armor, and the long sword in her hand was half out of the sword. The cold sword light made Morton's hair stand on end.

Morton pulled a bottle of potion from his messenger bag and smashed it to the ground.

The suddenly rising green mud turned into a high wall, turning the alley into a dead end.

Rowling's sword was entangled in the mud, and Morton took the opportunity to quickly change direction and run to the back.

Unfortunately, the road behind was blocked by a high scarlet wall, and Morton was caught in a jar.

Before Morton could feel upset, a thin figure fell from above.

Morton subconsciously took a step back and Dorothy's flying kick missed.

Looking at the dwarf in front of him who was full of strange strength, Morton's throat moved uneasily. He was rummaging for something in his messenger bag with his left hand. He wanted to take advantage of Dorothy's feet still stuck in the floor and force open a way to escape.

But the strong wind blowing from behind made him tremble all over and he was startled.

Morton's neck became stiff with fear, but his curiosity still made him look back.

The slime had been quickly chopped up by Rowling, and the previous obstacle no longer existed.

This level of sword wind is really incredible. If you get hit by such a powerful blow, wouldn't your body be covered with bruises?

No, why would I have such an idea?

Morton felt like he had been frightened. "Report to Adjutant Helen, the target has stopped moving. Request further instructions."

"Be careful, we need a live person to interrogate... but if the target resists desperately, you can leave some injuries that will make him lose his ability to move." Helen turned and began to give orders to Hart outside the field, "Hart, get ready, be ready to come in and rescue at any time."

"You mean you can let this guy do that? Very good, I want a hand or foot, and no one can snatch it from me."

Morton was frightened by Dorothy's words. He began to rummage through his messenger bag in fear, but he still tried to remain calm.

It’s just a pity that his calmness in front of the professional knights was no different from rummaging through his bag openly.

Feeling a familiar touch on his left hand, Morton knew he had found what he was looking for.

A bottle of concentrated pollution extracted from a living evil.

You have to know that it is rare for evil spirits to have biological form, let alone have basic activity.

As long as it is fed properly, this evil spirit will produce pollution continuously.

This was discovered by Prince from a meteorite. He kept it in secret, extracting the pollution every day, concentrating it, and finally sealing it in a special container.

This kind of pollution can distinguish between friends and enemies, so it is Prince's means of saving his life in reality.

Prince did not hide this matter from Morton. He even prepared several concentrated pollutants for Morton as a life-saving measure.

Morton never thought that he would actually use this thing one day.

"Don't blame me...you were the ones who kept chasing me...you...are not innocent!"

Morton murmured to himself, and finally made up his mind to completely release the concentrated pollution.

He raised his left hand high, then smashed it down hard.

Morton actually wanted to see what the concentrated pollution would look like after being released.

But he didn't see anything he wanted to see. All he saw was his left arm without a palm.

"Eh?"

Morton felt his vision was a little blurry. The only things left in his mind were questions, and even the pain became dull.

He was breathing heavily, his pupils trembling, and his head slowly moved down, finally looking at the cross-body bag.

The missing half of his left forearm was now hanging at the opening of his cross-body bag.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Heart-wrenching pain came from the broken part. Morton's legs went weak. He tightly grasped his left arm with his right hand and rolled on the ground.

Rowling quickly cut the shoulder strap of the bag, picked it up, and then reached out and grabbed the bag.

Dorothy looked at Rowling's serious expression and couldn't help but admire her secretly.

"You're pretty quick. Those big shots actually rejected you because of your family background. If the new guy knew, he would definitely scold those good-for-nothings again."

"Miss Dorothy, it's better to be straightforward when giving compliments. Also, have you apologized to Miss Rowling for the misunderstanding you had with her?"

"None of your business. Of course I apologized. If you don't believe me, ask her! It's just that you guys weren't here!"

"Don't let your guard down, bring the target back quickly. This is related to the director's awakening, so we must start the interrogation overnight!"

(End of this chapter)