Chapter 423: Rat Nest Street
After the broken bones were fixed in place with sutures, the wounds were also stitched up. Only the broken arm was a bit tricky.
It wasn’t because it was broken into too many pieces, but because the arm wasn’t original, otherwise it wouldn’t have been so badly damaged.
The problem was that the Zombie Girl didn’t know where her original arm had gone, so she could only make do.
Owen tossed the limp arm aside, picked out a female arm from a jar on the shelf, and stitched it onto the Zombie Girl. However, she was very dissatisfied.
“It’s too weak. I doubt this hand could even crush a man’s balls.” The Zombie Girl’s complaint made Owen feel a little sad. However, he still promised to prepare a new arm for her, but it would cost extra.
The Zombie Girl, who was already deeply in debt, readily agreed. She wasn’t going to use this slender arm for fighting anyway.
Because he used the technique of manipulating puppet strings for suturing, the repair was very fast. This made the Zombie Girl, who wasn’t here for the first time, very curious. However, whether in Mithril City or Bone Street, curiosity was never a good habit. Therefore, she didn’t ask, but put on the clothes Owen had temporarily sewn for her and acted as a shop assistant.
Unexpectedly, the Zombie Girl was quite a good shop assistant, which saved Owen a lot of trouble.
There weren’t many customers after that. A few skeletons, who usually swept the streets, had their joints severely worn out. They pooled their money to buy a can of cheap corpse oil from here, carefully applied it to their joints, and then left satisfied, their skeletons moving without a sound.
There was no such thing as safety in this damned place called Mithril City, especially in such narrow alleys. All kinds of tragedies happened every day. Over time, severed limbs, broken teeth, pulled nails, as well as excrement and vomit piled up layer by layer, forming a special kind of ground.
Thanks to the good reputation of the Death and Shadow Religion, and with the thought of just giving it a try, the Zombie Girl picked up the doctrines Owen had stuffed into her hand and began to read them haltingly.
When the bell that signaled daytime rang, it was time to close the shop. The Zombie Girl expertly closed the heavy shop door.
“What is this?” The Zombie Girl, who was about to resist, paused. Her stiff expression became a little more lively, and she spoke to Owen in surprise.
Just as he stepped out of the steel door, the small door behind him quickly closed and, under the effect of magic, blended in with the surroundings. If there wasn’t the magic he had infused into it as a marker, ordinary people wouldn’t be able to find it at all.
Owen didn’t mind, he looked around as he walked towards the end of the alley, and found that the environment here was indeed a bit bad.
Owen took it apart, killed the insects, extracted the eggs, cleaned it up, stitched it back together, and finally gave it a bottle of insect repellent. Diluted in water according to a certain ratio, soaking it regularly could kill any remaining insect eggs.
This was Rat Nest Street, just like Bone Street, most of the residents here were Skaven.
Owen took some money and hid the old revolver close to his body, preparing to go to the next street.
Wiping the bloodstained suture with a cloth and wrapping it around his wrist again, Owen exhaled the breath he had been holding and walked out of the alley.
Because of the Zombie Girl, Owen saved a lot of effort and had time to do his own things.
However, as long as one infused the magic power of a Necromancer, the steel door would open automatically. After all, many Necromancers were still alive, they also had various needs, so there were some secret doors, and this one in Blood Sausage Alley was just one of them.
Owen put down what he was holding, rubbed his sore lower back, and felt a bit of a headache about the health of this body. However, the most important thing right now was to win over his only subordinate.
The residents living here had long been accustomed to it, but for Owen, every step could be called a torture. What he didn’t expect was that before he even reached the end of the alley, he saw another scene that was hard to ignore.
The buildings on Rat Nest Street were interesting. Buildings that could only be built two stories high in other places could be built three or four stories high here, and only in this way could they accommodate the relatively large family members of the Skaven.
The Skaven were considered natives of the Underworld. Although they were not as strong as the Duergar, nor as powerful as the Drow, they were good at being assassins or spies. Moreover, they were very adaptable to the underground environment and had a large population. Therefore, although they were individually weak, their overall strength was not bad, and they even had a place in Mithril City.
Walking to the divine symbol, Owen pretended to pray devoutly, and then shot a ray of dim light into the Zombie Girl who was watching from the side.
These Skaven guards were wearing close-fitting vests, thin iron helmets, holding weapons that looked more like long needles than spears, and daggers tucked into their waists. They stared at Owen, their eyes full of greed, as if they were about to eat him.
Not far ahead, a short and sturdy Duergar was doing something with a plump female Skaven, and the scene looked extremely obscene. Owen frowned and was about to leave when, seeing him with his delicate features, the Duergar, who hadn’t even pulled up his pants, picked up a hand axe from the side with a lecherous grin. The female Skaven, who hadn’t had time to put down her skirt, also grabbed a shiny boning knife from a basket nearby, deciding to cut off some meat for her family after the Duergar was done.
Because of the blood on him, Owen attracted the attention of a group of Skaven guards as soon as he walked out of the alley.
Owen was in no mood to indulge them. He flicked his finger, and after a clear sound like a plucked string, both the Duergar and the female Skaven froze as if under a spell, until Owen walked past them, and then they turned into a pile of fresh meat.
His previous body wasn’t picky about food, all kinds of hard bread boiled into gruel were his three meals a day. This not only led to his physical weakness but also caused serious problems with his teeth. Therefore, Owen decided to start eating some normal food from today onwards, and Bone Street obviously couldn’t meet his requirements.
Leaving the Zombie Girl to guard the shop, Owen went out and followed his memory to the deepest part of Blood Sausage Alley. There was a steel door here, separating Bone Street from the next street.
“The blessing of the God of Death and Shadow, you can also obtain it if you pray devoutly. It will make your zombie body more agile and powerful, and even give you the feeling of a living person.” Owen wasn’t really fooling the Zombie Girl, his divine authority could really do this.
The last customer was a stitched zombie. The stitches on its body were loose and infested with corpse insects, which made it very distressed, so it came here.
Being stared at by a bunch of black bean eyes, Owen felt a bit creepy, but when he released his Death Power, these Skaven guards wisely left.
There was no such thing as good and evil in Mithril City. If Owen appeared weak and easy to bully, let alone ordinary people, even these Skaven guards who were responsible for maintaining stability wouldn’t mind killing him for meat.
So seeking help from the guards when encountering danger wouldn’t work here, it would only make you die faster.
But if you had strength, it was different. These Skaven would become extraordinarily reasonable and helpful. As long as you weren’t led into a trap, they were not bad.
