Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

Looking at the nobles who were fighting for food in front of him with a smile, Viscount Terry didn't care. He shrugged helplessly towards the earl and said regretfully.

"It seems that everyone is enjoying the dinner at my 'House of Awakening'. Is there anyone interested in the priest you mentioned, Lord Earl?"

"How about it? Lord Earl, why don't you come with me to see the priest? I really like watching movies while soaking in the swimming pool of the club."

"He is in our slaughterhouse right now. He doesn't have many people with him, but I heard that there is a girl with an obvious scar on her face next to him."

In response to Viscount Terry's invitation, the Earl, who had already woken up from the pain, nodded quickly.

"Of course, Lord Terry, I am willing to accompany you."

Chapter 162 Slaughterhouse

At night, seven o'clock.

A bright ball of light appeared above the city of Mile and streaked across the sky.

The ball of light rose from Mins Street, then passed through several dark streets and fell into the suburbs controlled by the nobles.

"Is this where Rick is, Heatherly?" Turning the Valkyrie armor that was emitting silver light into stealth mode, Blacklett looked at the slaughterhouse shrouded in darkness. The grunts of animals could be heard in the huge factory.

Heatherly's face flushed as she let go of the little hand that was hugging Blackletter's chest, suppressed her still restless heart and looked at the building in front of her.

The city of Mile was still under blockade by the King's Army, so most places had no electricity or even clean water supply. So standing in front of the slaughterhouse at this moment was like entering a scene from a horror movie, completely in darkness.

"What? You don't believe in Heatherly? Don't you believe in me either? "

Before Heatherly could speak, the alchemy bird standing on her shoulder spoke first.

Amanda controlled the alchemical bird and complained to Black Light.

"..."

Blacklett resisted the urge to stuff Amanda's alchemical bird into the trash can. After all, Heatherly felt more at ease having Amanda by her side.

In fact, Hewlett didn't want to bring Heatherly here to find Rick at first.

But Amanda reminded Blacklett that if the nobles broke into Mins Street again and tried to capture Heatherly, Luther and his group of Muggles would not be able to stop them.

Having Heatherly by your side is the best way to ensure safety. There is no safer place in the entire Mile City than being with Blacklet. Besides, Heatherly can use magic to help Blacklet, and Blacklet needs Heatherly's astrology to guide him.

Only then did Heatherly agree to bring Heatherly along. This incident itself was caused by Heatherly, and Heatherly herself also wanted to join in.

"No, it's okay Amanda. This is my first time using astrology too. Let me check again."

Heatherly nodded and looked up at the stars to confirm.

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and started astrology. The bright starlight descended on Heatherly's head, and it seemed that there was a result.

Blacklet had seen it once at home, but he was still shocked when he saw that Heatherly could do all this without any magic spells or the tedious preparation of astrology.

"No, that's right, astrology says that Rick is in here."

After getting Heatherly's confirmation, Heilite nodded.

"Then let's go in and take a look. Amanda, turn on the light."

Black Light patted the alchemical bird's head, and immediately the eyes of Amanda's alchemical bird turned into two big light bulbs, illuminating the road ahead.

"Kid, be gentle!"

"Please shut up when there is no need, Amanda. It's better for Heatherly to talk less in front of outsiders."

Although Amanda was somewhat dissatisfied, she chose to listen to Blacklett and shut up.

If other people just treated her alchemical bird as a toy, it would indeed allow Amanda to better protect Heatherly.

In Amanda's opinion, Heatherly could become a Valkyrie in the future, so she naturally needs more protection at this moment.

As for Heatherly, when she heard Blacklett's concern for her, she clenched her fists with embarrassment and her eyes gradually became firm. She didn't want to be a burden to Blacklett.

In the pitch darkness, Blacklett led Heatherly to the slaughterhouse.

The door of the slaughterhouse was closed, and no one was visible in the security room. Blacklett continued to maintain the stealth mode of the Valkyrie Armor and pushed open the rusty iron door covered with sticky liquid.

The iron door made a harsh "creaking" sound and slowly opened.

Not long after passing through the iron gate, Hewlett and Heatherly found a truck parked in the factory yard.

"This should be the truck that Lutz and the others mentioned. There is liquid flowing from the truck on the ground."

Looking at the red liquid dripping from the back of the truck, Blacklett confirmed that this truck was the one Rick climbed into.

But there was no sign of Rick around, which was only natural.

"Mr. Reverend, what should we do next?"

The truck was found, but the man was not.

Heatherly felt a little guilty.

"There's nothing we can do. We can only go inside the slaughterhouse and take a look. Rick has nowhere to hide, so he can only hide here."

When he opened the door of the truck's rear compartment, Heilite saw the entire compartment dyed dark red.

The smell of blood and stench almost made Blacklett vomit, and Heatherly quickly cast a purification spell to make the smell better.

"Otherwise, Rick was caught. This slaughterhouse is undoubtedly related to the Noble Club."

"Even if we don't look for Rick, we still have to investigate this slaughterhouse thoroughly."

"Then let's go and see what this place is tonight. Anyway, the other party should have known about our arrival. For now, we just hope Rick is okay."

After closing the door of the carriage again, Heilite looked up at the red dot of the surveillance camera not far away, and then looked at the slaughterhouse where there was no movement at all. Large iron gates and completely sealed iron fences could be seen everywhere in the slaughterhouse, which looked like a huge prison.

Someone is about to come out to greet you.

Blacklett walked towards the entrance of the slaughterhouse not far away with confidence, and Heatherly followed closely behind him.

"Welcome, are you two the priest and nun from the Cathedral Church? It's an honor. What can two people from the Cathedral Church do for us? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Old Tim, the supervisor here."

Just as Heilite expected, when Heilite just pushed open the big red iron door, the light suddenly lit up as if it had sensed the sound and footsteps.

A kind-looking old man wearing a neat apron came over with a smile. He respectfully took off his hat and greeted Heatherly.

Because Heatherly was wearing a nun's uniform at the time, Old Tim seemed to have mistaken Heatherly for a nun, but that didn't matter.

"I want to go in and take a look at your slaughterhouse. By the way, I may need a little kindness from the noble lords."

Blacklett seemed to be very polite in answering Old Tim's questions, and his humble attitude could easily confuse others.

But he said the same thing to every noble who was extorted.

Plain and simple, he came here to extort money and cause trouble.

"Oh, I see. Then let me, Old Tim, show you around."

Old Tim smiled cooperatively.

However, when Helett's eyes focused, he saw an abnormal physical condition above the old Tim's head.

Moderate Wendigo symptoms

Chapter 163 Wendigo Symptoms

"Here, please come this way."

Old Tim took Blacklett and Heatherly into the slaughterhouse.

Walking in the brightly lit corridors, the lights here seem like another Mile City compared to the dark streets where the residents live.

Even where the pigs were there was light, but not where the men lived.

Blacklett was not surprised by this. He had not troubled the nobles for some time. The nobles' lives were much more comfortable than he had imagined. He wondered if the earl was living too comfortably.

But compared to these, Blacklett was more concerned about the condition above Old Tim's head.

[Moderate Wendigo symptoms], this condition is a symptom that Blacklet has not seen in more than a year.

Wendigo syndrome, in simple terms, is a group of crazy people who like to eat people.

No one knows where it started, how it happened, or who was the first person to suffer from this symptom, but Blacklett knows that this person has violated a taboo.

Their bodies will change after their first cannibalism. They will become depressed, sleepy, prone to nightmares, feel intense hunger, and develop strong desires for greed. The desire to kill will also increase.

Such severe mental and physical conditions will continue and worsen, which is the [Wendigo Anomaly].

In the early stages of this state, one can still use magic or resume normal life to gradually recover, but once it reaches [Moderate Wendigo Syndrome], one will become more interested in being a human.

The situation in Mile City was even worse a few years ago. There were countless robberies and murders caused by food shortages. After the battle between the King's Army and the Lord, Mile City was still strictly blockaded, which caused a series of problems after the war, including the decline of food and supplies as well as the level of social civilization.

So when people were dying of starvation every day, what would the hungry people eat after eating most of the food? At that time, there were many more people dying than food, so it seems that this question is not difficult to answer.

At that time, Black Light would see quite a few people with [moderate Wendigo symptoms] and [severe Wendigo symptoms]. Often at that time, Black Light would help them get rid of it, as they could no longer regain their sanity.

Mile City began to receive aid materials from the Holy Church when the Valkyrie Annaletia arrived here. As a result, Mins Street had a relatively stable supply of materials. Coupled with the deterrence of Blacklett's force, Mins Street began to restore its pre-war life and maintain a certain order.

The nobles were also apparently in some way connected with the King’s Army, and their lives were much easier.

[Symptoms of Wendigo] Only hungry and poor people will get it. People who have enough food will not suffer from this disease.

However, Old Tim now has [moderate Wendigo symptoms] on his head, which is intriguing.

Obviously the nobles are living a better life now and there is no food shortage, but why does old Tim still suffer from this disease?

Just as Heilite was thinking about this, he felt a tug from behind.

Turning around, he saw Heatherly behind him with a bad expression on her face.

Before Blacklett could ask Heatherly what happened behind him, Old Tim's voice told him the answer.

"Okay, you two. This is our breeding area. We just transported these livestock here. They can provide us with sufficient food, and the food they eat is also very cheap."

At this time, Old Tim pushed open the door leading to the breeding area and pointed to the two rows of pig sty cubicles in front of him that were emitting a foul smell and introduced them to Heatherley and Heatherley.

Looking up at the pigsty in front of him, Heilite understood why Heatherly looked so unhappy.

Dirty is the most direct feeling at this moment.

Although Old Tim was clean and tidy enough, the pigs in the pigsty looked like they were living in a garbage dump.

"Aren't you going to make the environment here a little cleaner? How can you eat in such a dirty place?"

When Blacklett and Heatherly appeared, the pigs in the pigsty suddenly became a little excited.