The Last Gentleman
Chapter 542

Plague-bed

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William gazed at the tower that only revealed itself in the darkness, already turning a few things over in his mind.

One thing he could be certain of was that if the city lord was still alive, his strength was absolutely terrifying—he might even have reached the Circus Chief's standard baseline.

After all, he was a figure from the Ancient Times. He had even earned the Cancer Palace Overlord's personal recognition by slaying the Tumor Knight, not to mention his countless connections to the moon.

Even after so many years of decline, he could not have become that weak.

The tower was untouchable for now, as far as William was concerned. Otherwise, he might never make it to the Abyss.

"Keith, ever since the moon was destroyed, has this city lord never left the tower?"

"At least, I've never seen the city lord from the day I was born until now. The rumors say the same... The moon's destruction completely extinguished the city lord's inner flame, and she sealed herself within the Dark Moon Tower forever.

"There is another rumor, too. They say the city lord once took part in that war and killed many invaders, but stayed in the tower for years to recuperate because her injuries were too severe.

"After the moon fell, the city lord wanted to use her own power to create a new moon. But she still hasn't managed it to this day, because the rules of the Old World have been sealed, making it impossible for anything new to be born.

"Because of that, the city lord became increasingly depressed and stopped concerning herself with worldly affairs."

"Hmm."

William simultaneously contacted the creature hiding inside him, which had not dared to speak since they entered the city.

*Little Grape, is your Plague Sense inside

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