"Teacher, the human blood flowing through your body is something these fellows have never tasted... Once exposed, these madmen will probably stop at nothing to drain you dry."
"Mm... Indeed."
William immediately contacted Yellow Skin. A leathery texture spread across his entire body, causing his clothes and skin to cling together as one. Every aura related to blood was sealed away, and even the scent of an ordinary Skin Slave's blood was imitated.
However, this blood disguise had one flaw.
Although the Blood People could not directly smell the delicious human blood, the moment his skin was broken—even before any blood flowed out—they would be able to smell that foreign, delectable blood from the wound.
Therefore, the journey to the Skin Factory had to be made without injury, and they had to conduct their conversation as amicably as possible.
They also had to confirm the Skin Factory's condition as soon as possible. If everything inside had become a mess, or if it had even been assimilated by these mad Blood People, the organization might be in danger. Sleeper Galon, the newly appointed First Gentleman, would be in extreme danger as well.
"Let's go..."
The closer they got to the Skin Factory, the more directly they could feel the grandeur of this first factory of the Old World. William also discovered that the towering peak in the middle of the mountains, which corresponded to the core factory, had been artificially remodeled.
After gradually narrowing for about a hundred meters from the foot of the mountain, the entire peak from the mountainside upward took on an elongated shape, like a regular quadrangular prism shooting straight into the sky.
Blood seeped from the mountain's skin and fell like waterfalls. Whenever the Blood People flying and circling through the mountains became thirsty, they would