Even William himself had no idea how long it had taken to refine the Black Death Skin from the Apostle Skin Pouch.
After he successively lifted the layers of seals in the Basement and prepared to meet Keith and ask about the time,
Tap, tap, tap~ Heavy footsteps came from upstairs. It wasn't Keith and his wife; an outsider had arrived. At the same time, he could hear extremely heavy metallic breathing.
Soon, an argument broke out. The other party tried to inspect the Basement, but Keith did everything he could to stop them.
Just as the conflict was about to erupt,
the wooden boards covering the Basement were blasted open by a gust of air. William leaped up and landed in front of everyone.
Standing before him was a special rat wearing a fully enclosed respirator mask and a black one-piece laboratory dress. Its fingers were fused with syringes, and a plague circulation device hung from its back.
A green three-ring plague symbol was printed on its chest.
"Boss, this is the 'quarantine officer' from the Plague-bed. She's conducting routine blood sampling, but you're an outsider, so you don't need to provide a sample." Keith appeared to be explaining things to William, but he was actually speaking for the quarantine officer's benefit.
Huff~ Huff~
Heavy breathing traveled through some kind of metal pipe as the quarantine officer examined the young man before her through her mask.
In her view, an outsider who couldn't even afford to stay at a hotel and had chosen to live in an ordinary Rat Citizen's home was either weak and incompetent or deliberately hiding from something—such as the Black Tail Hotel incident a few days ago.
"What's your name?"
"William Berens." He gave his real name directly, without disguising himself.
The quarantine officer wielded