The emergency ward of the Leech Hall.

"What's wrong with her injury?"

The second doctor who manages the place, Ollett, asked at the patient who was just sent. This question was just out of curiosity and no other feelings were mixed in.

Karenberg has always hated Ellett's cold, mean way of speaking. This makes his words more of a visible ridicule than a question.

By injecting bitter and contemptuous tone, Ellet has a way to make the darkest moments of life more unpleasant. Although he was a good doctor who could not have been promoted to a second seat by Dr. Montes, the man was so hard that he could not care about the corpse that fell on the roadside - death usually brings emotional feedback to people, but Ellet seemed immune to it.

Karenberg turned up the unconscious patient, so that his companions could see the long, vicious wound and the black pus that oozed out of the wound.

"Yes, the bleeding in the wound is fatal, and a malignant infection can make her die again." Ollett teased, turning his eyes away from the terrible scene. "What do you think, Karenberg? How long has it been delayed for our patient to be like this?"

Karenberg shook her head. "She was the Gladiator of the Gladiator who had just suffered an injury, at most an hourglass."

While speaking, he straightened his body and took steps in the training method he had served in the army.

This action made Ollett's face squeeze a smile.

Karenberg quickly relaxed and blamed himself for falling into old habits again, and he had no reason to do so before Eulert.

"I think there's something wrong with the wolf shark's teeth," Karenberg continued.

"Nonsense!" Ollett protested: "I have dissected a wolf shark. The teeth of that shark may fall off easily, and thus trapped in the body of prey to cause infection, but it is by no means a creature that preys on venom and bacteria - they don't have that need."

Karenberg sat back on the chair, made a spread gesture with his arms, and pointed to the things the gladiator carried: a roll of hemp rope, a bundle of cheap cloth strips, fragments of silver snails, a bacon sausage that had eaten halfway through...

"Then can you find any problem from what she brings? The wolf shark has been burned and cannot find any problem now. There is nothing on this female gladiator that can indicate that she was infected with the disease before participating in the gladiator."

"First stabilize her condition and then talk about other things. After all, this is a patient sent to the Leech Hall. We have to do everything we should do."

Although Ellett is a necromancer, he is not the kind of spell caster whose will is distorted by death spells. As a doctor, he is still quite competent. This is very similar to Montes, who is obviously a vampire but also wants to be a doctor.

"I've given her an antidote," Karenberg nodded, "That little infection shouldn't kill her. I sent her to the Leech Hall for treatment because she needed some blood transfusion. When fighting with the wolf shark, she bleed a lot and now she's weak."

"Have you tested the blood type?" asked Ellett.

Karenberg continued to nod and took out a compass-like thing, but there was a drop of dry blood in the middle of the dial. It was collected by him from the female gladiator and dripped it onto the "Pointing Blood Needle", and the pointer would point to the corresponding blood type. "It's the third type, I have asked someone to go to the blood bank to retrieve it."

Hearing that Karenberg had already been dealt with, Eulett was not worried. He was going to other wards to see the situation of other patients. "Fortunately, it is the third type, and there is still some inventory in the blood bank of this type. The first type and the fourth type are now out of stock. There are only a few trucks of blood left in the camp of Elavira. They have done a lot of recent modification surgery."

...

The carriage staggered along the muddy mud, and no one could have thought that this mud was once the main road of Ethalem City.

The chickens raised by residents in the old town scattered in front of the horse's hooves, clamoring and protesting, they rushed out of the gaps in the fence or flew to the half-buried dirt roof. A fat old sow walked lazily on the road ahead of them, stopped and looked around in the mud until the carriage was about to hit her. A dirty cat lay lazily on the brick porch of the warehouse, twitching its tail, watching the stranger driving the carriage deep into the streets. However, no one around came out to watch the fun.

Those people went elsewhere to join in the fun.

"This is a damn broken place." Ninis muttered, and his fingers hit the staff beside him disguised as a cane.

A fat bald butcher snorted coldly and made a sarcastic voice, "Then you should go out for a walk and see the world more. Stay in the north of Taput for a while and you will know what is truly desolate. There you will see many desolate villages. Houses are smashed or looted, wolves wandering around the streets, and garbage everywhere. Perhaps those places will leave you a good impression..."

"It doesn't matter. I only have your butcher shop here. Don't forget to check out the bill for me." Relying on interruption, Ninisch passed this chat topic. Although he had already had the ability to change his form under the power of the great god Leiz Aiwo, he was born and raised in the rat man kingdom after all, and it would be easy to expose his blind spots in his knowledge when talking about human-related issues carefully.

Ignoring the butcher, he looked at the buildings along the road. Most of them were simple bunkers, buried in the soil, with simple earthy roofs on top.

There are only a few truly complete buildings, and most of them are made of branches or plaster. Between these buildings are scattered with messy pigpens, chicken coops, radish fields and cabbage fields. There are even a few sheep chewing on dead grass in a small piece of hedge.

"It's actually a good place," thought Ninis, "When the Ratman Army enters Essalum from the underground world, this place can become a very good Tibetan military place."

The carriage was staggering on the muddy path. When passing by the door of a warehouse, the bald butcher did not notice that the cat at the door of the warehouse suddenly jumped up. It arched its back and howled at the things in the passing carriage. It was frightened and prompted it to run out through a vegetable field.

Ninis turned his head and looked at the frightened cat, his red eyes stared at the animal and escaped, and then these eyes became the color that normal humans should have.

The carriage stopped and arrived at the old town square called Amobach. There was a tall ancient oak tree whose trunks were discolored by fungi and decay, hidden in the muddy mudflats, a wooden gallows swaying under its thickest branches.

The owner of a tavern was taking care of the bar at the door, cleaning up the ceramic wine glasses and leather sacks. Only a few cleaners were cleaning up the chimneys and oil lamps around the table. Because they had not completed the work at hand, they could not attend the grand harvest festival like others.

For the tavern, business here will only take place between sunset and midnight - sailors and workers leave the dock and come to the old town, and the pockets are not as bulging as ordinary people imagine. By then, there will be a bustling chaos, with songs and jokes, drunken vendors and muscular clumsy workers all over the body with fishy smell.

With the sound of a "squeak" brake, the bald fat butcher stopped pulling his horse at the same time. Several people in the tavern looked at them, and then paid attention to the work he had at his hands. "Help me take off everything," the butcher said to Ninnis, "I can give you two more copper slots for every pound."

Ninis wanted to give him a dimensional lightning. Since he became the apprentice of the former Prophet Weikeli, he has never done physical work by himself. Even the apprentice of Prophet Grey would have a large group of slave rats to use. However, in order to disguise himself as a chariot and seek small profits, he still pretended to be very happy to carry a sack behind the carriage and run to a yard next to him. After the butcher locked the carriage, he also walked into the yard with two bags.

As soon as he walked into the yard, Ninis felt as if someone had made an old punch at his nose. The smell of saltpeter, the smell of fur, the smell of animal blood and feces were poured into his nose and eyes. For this reason, he had to hold his breath quickly.

This is a leather-making workshop.

As the name suggests, this is the place where leather and leather is made by collecting leather materials. The reason why it is "black" is because when collecting leather materials, this place never asks about the quality and source, but only cares about the price. The boss here will purchase various animal furs at an extremely low price, and then sells the lambskin, minks, fox furs and other things that are faked and faked.

It is precisely because of this that this workshop is not small in scale, but it only rents a yard in the old city to start construction. Usually, there are few Ethalem guards coming here to patrol, and those guards who come to inspect are all sycamore fed by the boss with silver horns.

The reason why the fat butcher brought the rat catcher here was because Ninis brought him too many "rat goods" this time. Although he needed to use them as raw materials to make sausages, he could not pay so much money at once. Secondly, it was because there were too many "rat goods" that he could not complete the work of peeling and picking meat alone.

That's why he had to lead the mouse catcher on this line.

In this way, although the fat butcher may lose a stable purchase channel, he can get enough meat raw materials in the past half day.
Chapter completed!