It wasn't until Thales coughed hard that Glover realized what he was doing. He reluctantly got up and left, going to the corner to occupy Rolf's space.

"According to this information from Huai Ya..."

Hilley watched Glover walk away, and then turned to Thales: "Whether it was the wine merchant or the wool merchant who was silenced, it was the Blood Bottle Gang who came forward to clean up Zhan's tail, clean up the aftermath, and disguise it as suicide or vendetta.

."

Thales nodded:

"At the same time, the Blood Bottle Gang was severely attacked and devastated. I don't think this is a coincidence."

"I don't think so either."

"Is it the Kingdom's secret department? Just because the Blood Bottle Gang is doing Zhan's dirty work?"

Hilley pondered:

"It's possible that if the Blood Bottle Gang has too much time to take care of itself, it won't have the energy to help Kongming Palace run errands, including covering up and concealing these murders."

Thales looked at the worried Slimani:

"This is a good example: the Blood Bottle Gang was in dire straits and failed to cover up the murder of the wool merchant. Our Mr. Slimani caught the clues."

"So there is one more person that Kongming Palace wants to silence," Xi Lai sighed. "My dear brother, the basket is getting bigger and bigger."

"And me," Thales guessed, "if the Blood Bottle Gang had done everything neatly, then the deaths of Dagory and Diop might have been covered up better, and I wouldn't have been able to easily find loopholes and follow the clues.

Find Slimani, find the people who know."

Hilley nodded and continued to speculate:

"Then I guess my brother must be very unhappy. He thinks that the Blood Bottle Gang is holding back Kongming Palace - you are right, the Blood Bottle Gang is the easiest loophole to break through."

"So, on the day when your Lord is on tour, Zhan En is going to reshuffle the Blood Bottle Gang and fill in the loopholes to prevent the kingdom's secret department from continuing to take advantage of every opportunity?"

"But he didn't wash it clean," Heeley sneered lightly, "because you and your Wyas disrupted the situation, and he missed a card."

Thales nodded in agreement:

"Yes, and now, this card -"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Chad Wei, you fucking bastard!"

A heartbreaking scream resounded throughout the tunnel, shocking the residents here to look sideways.

Thales and Hillai both stood up and looked at the other side of the tunnel in the trembling firelight:

"Phantom Blade" Kathleen was dying, covered in blood, lying on a large stone platform, with a glaring chandelier hanging above her head that was incompatible with this tunnel.

"Damn, Kathleen, I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly!"

Chad Wei was beside the stone platform. He was holding scissors and tweezers, bending down to treat the injuries on Kathleen's abdomen. He was incompatible with the sunset priest who usually idled around in the temple.

Catherine gritted her teeth and raised her head:

"Don't you have any better anesthetic?"

"Look where this is," Chad Wei straightened up, his gloves and apron covered in bright red, "Unless you follow me to the temple, where there are enough conditions to deal with your injury..."

"Yes, it can also let my enemies know where I am right away."

Katherine groaned in severe pain:

"Do you think I can't die quickly enough?"

Chad Wei looked at Kathleen on the stone platform, sighed after a moment, and bent down again: "Okay, I understand, but I have to remind you, this will be very painful."

"It's not a big deal, I used to-fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Katherine's screams were deafening, and Thales and Hilley looked at each other.

"I can't operate it like this - stop shaking the knife!" Chad Wei, wearing an apron and holding the instrument, looked anxious.

"Ahhhh--don't call me that again!"

"Someone here to help, hold her down and don't let her move!" Priest Chadwei had no other choice but to ask others for help.

Madam Gadama looked around, put down the pot that seemed too big for her, and rolled up her sleeves:

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"Come on, dear," Uncle Hauser, who was sterilizing surgical instruments by the stove, shook his head, "just because of our size?"

Madam Gadama's expression changed.

"No one's talking to you, old shorty!"

But she seemed to understand the problem, so she turned around and called: "Bobo?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?"

When his name was called, Bobo—this big man with a surprisingly small head— stood up excitedly from the corner where he was huddled, turned over a bucket, and plopped towards Chad Wei.

"Get that monster away from me!" screamed Kathleen, who was lying on the stone platform.

"Thank you, but you should stay there, Bobo," Chad Wei also realized that Bobo was not the best candidate, and had to raise his hands to decline under the disappointed and aggrieved eyes of the other party, "Is there no one else?"

Amidst the shaking sound of lying down, Warniak reluctantly stood up, but after just one glance, he was frightened by the blood all over the stone platform and shrank back.

"Sorry Lord Chadve, I need to pee!"

Perhaps Glover's intrusion just now was too scary. At this moment, the residents in the tunnels all hid in their respective territories. Even in the face of Chad Wei's request, no one was willing to come forward.

"Don't think about it, Chad Wei," Kathleen was exhausted from the pain, but laughed loudly, "This place is a shithole, these monsters you raised are timid and cowardly..."

Chad Wei frowned.

At this moment, Rolf struggled to stand up.

With a complex expression on his face, he limped towards the operating table and raised his hand to Chad Wei.

"Come here? Is your leg okay?"

Chadwei was a little skeptical. He looked at Thales, but still nodded:

"Very good, then it's you. Remember to talk to her more, distract her attention, and don't let her interfere with me..."

Rolf's steps suddenly froze.

What?

say something?

"Interfering with your Sunset Goddess will make her paralyzed!" Kathleen's face was twisted in pain, but she didn't forget to retaliate.

But Chadwick ignored the patient and urged Rolf:

"Don't be stunned, come here!"

But Rolf froze in place, motionless.

Glover looked at Rolf's stiff back and sighed.

Grass.

I'm in bad luck.

He pressed the wound on his chest and was about to bear the pain and stand up to volunteer, but his other hand reached out and pressed him down again.

"They are all tired," Thales said gently, "Let me do it."

Glover and Rolf were both startled.

"What a good opportunity. While she is injured and unconscious, I can press for some answers." Hilley whispered behind him, and Thales frowned in response.

"You? I have to remind you first, Mr. Tai-Huaiya," Chad Wei was stunned for a moment, holding up his hands full of blood, "This scene is not good-looking."

"I know," Thales came to the stone platform and looked at the mess above. The strong smell of blood made him frown immediately, "I have seen worse."

Okay, this scene really doesn't look good.

"Hahaha," Kathleen gasped and laughed, "I like this boy, damn!"

Glover also wants to fight for it:

"But……"

"Go and rest now, Fatty Waiya," Thales' tone left no room for doubt, "And you too, uh, Teto?"

A minute later, Thales finished cleaning, followed Chad Wei's instructions and came to the edge of the operating table, tightening the belt that bound the injured person.

There is no doubt that Kathleen's injuries are extremely serious, not to mention the missing arm. Her abdomen is almost soaked in blood, with more than a dozen small irregular wounds oozing out blood, some with blades exposed.

, and Chad Wei could only carefully cut open the clothes and try to take out the blade at the minimum cost.

"Tighten the restraints and press here. Yes, don't use too much force and it won't affect my operation... Are your hands steady? I may need you to hold the hemostatic clamp in a while..."

Chadwei concentrated on holding a blade, and while Kathleen couldn't stop trembling, he opened a little flesh and took it out.

"This stone platform is engraved with different magical prayers. It is powered by a piece of limestone to realize cleaning, disinfection, blood storage and other functions. Of course, it is a scrapped product of the temple. It is quite old and does not work well.

Good, so I may have to pray personally every once in a while to keep things running..."

"Can you please stop chatting?" Kathleen reminded them unhappily.
To be continued...