Plymouth, Ruined District.
Percy wore a tight black trench coat as he cautiously threaded his way between the various buildings.
"According to Investigation Bureau intelligence, the Blood Robe Club was hit hard for its involvement in the Podium Massacre. The nobles involved were dealt with severely too, and a whole heap of old dirt was dug up..."
The Blood Robe Club had originally possessed powerful noble backing, even becoming a semi-official organization. Even the Investigation Bureau had been somewhat helpless against it.
But after the Podium Massacre, the Sodoma Royal Family, the great nobles, and the military all took the same stance, and those so-called noble connections immediately vanished like smoke.
"Without political protection... those 'gourmets' have shifted their activities to places with complicated foot traffic, like the Xiling District and the Lower City... But the place most likely to contain a stronghold is still the Ruined District!"
Because of the Ruined District's eerie curse, it had once been nearly deserted. Later, it became the headquarters of gangs and secret organizations, even the ideal place to wage war!
There might not be much foot traffic, but its complexity and danger could be ten times, even a hundred times that of the Lower City!
"I heard the curse here can even affect fertility and the health of one's descendants..."
Percy's shoulders shuddered. He quickened his pace, slipped into a tottering old building, and familiarly opened the door to a certain room.
There was only one man in the room, dressed like a vagrant, roasting a small animal that looked like a rat.
His face was filthy, obscuring his true features, and his hair was a tangled mess. The only memorable thing about him was that he was missing an ear.
"Black Rat!"
Percy lowered his voice.
He was an informant for