The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

Akado held the hat on Quill's face with one hand, and with the other hand he hugged her and jumped off the roof.

Texas walked past the blood-stained ground with a calm expression, carried Dalia on his shoulders, and followed behind Accardo.

"Herrag." Akado called out the old man's name through his blood.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Herag did not move his sword. Any threat of force would be extremely disrespectful in front of this living legend of Kazdel.

"I'm going to visit your clinic," Accardo deadpanned.

"That's my bottom line, sir."

"I am also infected, and I need some means to suppress the oripathy," Akado put the feather pen on the ground, let her turn her back to the blood, and then took the hat and put it back on his head.

"..." After Herag's expression changed several times, he finally agreed.

“Words and actions cannot stop your will.”

"Not killing you is already my greatest mercy." The Blood Demon thought of the dead Sarkaz in his memory, and the ideals that Theresa had entrusted to him. He shook his head and said no more.

There is still no sunshine in the sky. The summer in Ursus is not hot, and there are always a few cold waves coming from the north.

The wires were tangled like a spider web, the rusty base could not be fixed, the metal pole was crooked, and the surface was covered with yellowed and soaked advertising papers and missing person notices.

The glass windows were covered with dust and the walls were cracked.

Several children were kicking an old football in an open space surrounded by wooden boards. The football was fully inflated, but it would soon be deflated and become shrunken.

Some black crystals can be seen on the exposed skin. They are the Originium that has broken through the body surface after fusing with the flesh and blood. They are infected. In the eyes of the nobles, they are just bugs and tools, not paupers and beggars, and they are not even worthy of being called "humans".

Texas put Dalia on a wooden box nearby and followed closely beside Quill.

Akado doesn't want protection. As a servant and even a guard, her only responsibility is to protect the quill.

As the pale blood demon walked in, the children all showed expressions of horror. They tried to escape, but the wooden boards used to block the ball blocked their way.

Helag clapped his hands, "Anton, Gennady, Yakov... stop making trouble, this is... a guest."

048. Azazel of Che

Pushing open the rusty iron door, the metal door hinges turned with a harsh and unpleasant friction sound, stirring up some dust.

Akado took out a small quartz tube from the medicine cabinet and looked at the brown-red oily liquid inside. "Is this the medicine you use to suppress the deterioration of your mineral sickness?"

"It's the main medicine," said a girl in a white sterilization suit.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Akado became interested and looked through the medicine cabinet.

Before he became a scholar in the field of mechanical manufacturing, he was actually a doctor. In the most chaotic era of Kazdel, there was a widely circulated book called "Wartime First Aid Manual", which detailed the emergency plans for dealing with different injuries in various terrains, environments, and climates in Kazdel. Over the past few decades, it has saved millions of Sarkaz people. This book was written by Akado and another good friend who is also a blood demon.

Ore sickness has plagued the Sarkaz for thousands of years, and they are always more susceptible to worsening of the disease than people of other races.

The girl nodded, brought a small stool, stepped on it, and stood on tiptoe to grope on top of the medicine cabinet.

Akado followed her gaze and grabbed a booklet.

It was a loose-leaf notebook with new pages mixed with yellowed old pages.

"Uh...thank you!" the girl said softly, quietly stepped down from the bench and shrank into the corner of the room. She still didn't dare to talk to the notorious blood demon.

Accardo opened the booklet. He had learned Ursus before and had spent several days during the trip reading the latest dictionary, so he no longer had any reading difficulties.

The Blood Demon flipped through it with great interest.

"The main drug needs to be used with a syringe. Its function is to confine the source stone bound to the body within a certain range and form an isolation membrane on the surface of the lesion to prevent it from spreading."

"And according to the location of the lesion, surgery or auxiliary drugs are used, and then a method similar to the radioactive cancer treatment in ancient times is used to control the size of the lesion and facilitate the coverage of the main drug."

Very innovative idea.

Akado pondered, then the key question is, what are the main raw materials for production?

Miss, you will tell me, right? He looked at the young doctor in the clinic.

The power of the Demon King quietly activated, allowing Akado to see her memories.

The raw material for making the main medicine is a plant that grows in the tundra and is widely used by a local armed group called "Guerrillas" that rebels against the city-state government.

"..." The Blood Demon took out the corresponding medicine from the medicine cabinet according to the recipe in the doctor's memory.

"Sir, these medicines are very expensive!" The doctor was a little anxious. Every time their clinic treated the infected, they only used a small amount to relieve acute oripathy. Under the circumstances of being looked down upon and discriminated against by the city residents, it was extremely rare to be able to produce medical supplies.

"I'll pay," Accardo had already started looking for surgical equipment.

"Anfia, come out, don't stay in the clinic," Herag said outside the door.

"Okay...Grandpa." Anfia ran away angry and scared.

Akado found a relatively clean operating room and lay down on the operating table without much hesitation. He used his blood to control the medical equipment, and was ready to personally test whether the method used by this clinic to suppress oripathy was also effective for critically ill patients like him... Anyone with his oripathy would die instantly on the spot. If it weren't for the Dead River and the physical fitness of a pure-blooded blood demon that had been developed to the highest level, he would definitely not have survived... Who can stay alive after their heart, stomach and intestines have been completely crystallized!

It doesn’t matter if you fail, you won’t die anyway.

A scalpel made of blood cut open his chest.

Akado held the syringe, thinking about how to make the medicine cover those large organs.

*

Feather Pen stood outside the clinic, watching the clouds in the sky. Her delicate face showed no emotion, and was empty, just like her adoptive father who never smiled.

Today she was wearing a black hoodie, shorts and white sneakers, standing on the dirty street, looking absolutely pure, as if she was out of tune with the world. The little boys playing football had long forgotten about the deflated football, and were hiding at the edge of the "field", staring blankly at the girl's profile.

Herag walked out of the clinic with the doctor and saw the quill. "This..."

He pondered the title.

"You can just call me Quill," the girl nodded. She didn't like to show her emotions on her face like her peers.

Quill thought for a moment, "I am Director Acardo's lab assistant and his adopted daughter."

"Adopted daughter?!" Herag was a little surprised. He really couldn't imagine that the terrible ancient blood demon would actually adopt a girl from an alien race.

But Herag didn't ask more, nor did he dare to ask more.

He didn't dare to provoke Akado's anger, not for his own sake, but for the sake of the children who were still growing up.

How many of Ursus' most famous generals are still alive?

Only after Hellagur left the battlefield did he realize that war is never just about the edge of a knife.

Life is war.

Compared with swords and artillery fire, it is less decisive and sharp, but more unpredictable. It slowly fills up your living space, omnipresent, until it floods over your entire body and drowns you, leaving you breathless and suffocating to death.

War forces you to fight for victory or defeat, life or death.

Life won’t.

The city is too big, the world is too colorful, with countless strange things, ugliness and beauty intertwined, difficult to distinguish and unable to see through.

The cake you see may contain poison.

The traps you see may be someone trying to persuade you to stay away from danger.

Helag had to be much more cautious than before and carefully identify every detail in order to protect the children in the clinic.

Life is an invisible battlefield.

Ursus soldiers are not afraid of difficulties.

The old man looked up at the new wooden plaque on the door that had been replaced just a few days ago.

Azazel Clinic.

Even though I took off my military uniform, my strength is not enough to protect a city.

But at least, I can protect a group of infected people, a group of children.

(Prts kindly reminds you: Throwing recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, blades, or rewarding, making reasonable comments and other series of actions to this book can effectively increase the update rate of this book.)

(It will be on the shelves this Friday, with 10,000 words updated, and Qiuqiu is the first to order. It's so important. If the first order is good, there will still be 10,000 words updated the next day after it is put on the shelves! In addition, the ban will be lifted at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. If you have time, please help to make up for it. If you don't want to make up for it, you can say more in the new chapter. Otherwise, I will be like writing a book alone /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)

049. The Two Generals of Syracuse

"Those two Sicilians haven't come back yet?" Someone lit a candle in the darkness.

"They are running errands for the Rat King..." The maid lowered her head.

"It's a good thing to be young and suffer more."

Mrs. Sicily went to the window.

It was drizzling again in Syracuse today. The sky was gray and the windows were crowded with water droplets. They merged into small streams, crawling in meanders, and then dripping along the window sill.

The streets were full of puddles, and the rain was falling, creating ripples.

She knew that it was the "master" of Syracuse who had returned.

The Wolf Lords are always the kings at the top of society, and Lady Sicily cannot confront them head-on.

The construction of New Volsine must be accelerated...

So, when will the designer return to Syracuse?

She looked at the stack of contracts in the corner of the desk with a gloomy face. A certain blood demon had kidnapped the descendants of the Texas family from here and never returned.

"Send a messenger to Rhine Life."

Lady Sicily looked at her maid.

*

In the lower city, a dirty tavern. The ground was covered with oil stains, and the spilled wine or juice was not wiped up, and became sticky after drying. Scantily clad girls carried trays and walked around the tables. A strong man from the Zalak tribe sat at the counter, looking coldly at the gangsters in the tavern.

"A-choo!" Gambino sneezed, and his saliva splashed all over Capone's face.

"You?!" Capone's face twisted for a moment, and he decided to strike hard.

The two Rupers started to scuffle again.

The atmosphere in the bar became cheerful. The hooligans wandering the streets were happy to see these two foreigners from Syracuse acting like clowns and attracting attention.

"So, how long are we going to stay here?" Gambino asked in a low voice, and then took a seemingly fierce punch from Capone. He tried hard to adjust his expression and let out a loud enough cry of pain.

"About a month? Maybe longer." It was quite tiring for Capone to control the strength and pretend to have an expression of deep hatred.

"Tsk," Gambino spat, grabbed Capone's fist, and then elbowed him in the chest.

"......" The two men wrestled more "intensely", causing cheers from the whole room.

"Who invited these two comedians?" a low-level gang member asked his accomplice.

"Who knows? He won't be an executioner with blood on his hands."

-

Akado foraged on the streets with a quill.

Feather Pen was a little tired of the food on the landship, so he wanted to try the Ursus-style afternoon tea.

Texas had never learned Ursus, so he followed them obediently without saying a word.

At least on the surface, Chernobog is a city with good public security.

The streets were swept clean, and military and police patrols could be seen every now and then...but when they saw Akado, they quickly looked away, fearing that this plague god would find them.

The news that Akado had killed two military police officers reached the ears of the nobles in less than half an hour. This was undoubtedly a provocation to the entire Chernobog security system.

But they all knew what a terrifying wealth of knowledge the director of the Rhine Life Engineering Department possessed, and how huge the benefits it brought. They were indifferent, and even let the military and police give way to him. They tried their best to meet any of his requests.

In addition, the name of the Blood Demon is intimidating enough, and none of the military and police officers wearing hats want to die in vain. They all want to run back to the bureau immediately to switch shifts with their colleagues.

The girl followed Accardo into a well-decorated cafe.

“Sir…” The waitress saw Akado, her eyes widened, and she ran away screaming, “Blood Demon!!!”

The customers around her stood up and looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.

The owner of the cafe jumped out from the counter, slapped his employee unconscious, and looked at Accardo with a wry smile, "Sir, this is my niece, she's here for an internship... She had some bad experiences when she was a child, so she may have some wrong perceptions of you."

Quill held Akado's arm and gently rubbed his shoulder with her soft cheek, "Father..."

The Blood Demon ignored the boss's explanation expressionlessly, walked over him, picked up a menu from the counter and opened it, and the slender index finger of the feather pen extended out and waved it across the page with pictures and texts.