Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1331: Rat Town

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the city gate entrance.

With a rustle!

The sound of lifting hidden weapon boxes arose.

Dozens of hidden weapon boxes were instantly aimed at Julius Reed and Lillian Tompson.

The remaining nine routes’ members, filled with fear and fury.

"How dare you kill the Centurion!"

Someone roared in a low voice, "Tired of living!"

The Centurion was killed, plunging them into a headless situation.

It’s no problem if a leader dies.

In Swimming City, an officer’s death in battle signifies incompetence.

Whichever subordinate is capable will replace him.

"Don’t rush." Julius Reed’s lips curled slightly upward, "I’ll send you down to accompany him."

As he spoke, his right hand grasped the sword hilt and he shouted loudly, "Duck!"

Lillian Tompson instinctively crouched down.

For centuries, she had developed a conditioned reflex.

If the Lord commanded her to duck, she would never stand.

Slash!

On the Sword from Hell, a pale blue nether fire burned!

"Kill him!"

Swoosh!

Someone triggered the mechanism.

But when the dart hit the fire, it instantly turned into steam.

Swish!

One sword strike.

Two swords.

By the third strike, only a pile of ashes remained on the ground.

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The bone sword in Julius Reed’s hand returned to its sheath.

He pulled Lillian Tompson up and looked at the onlookers: "What are you looking at, haven’t you seen a murder before?"

After Julius Reed’s shout, the expressionless faces of the bystanders revealed fear for the first time.

Murders are common.

Just a few minutes ago, wasn’t that Swordsman slaughtered by the old woman?

But, to openly kill a group from the nine routes at the Swimming City gate, isn’t that recklessly bold?

This is Swimming City!

Even though the nine routes only belong to the lowest tier of the three lower routes, they are not to be trifled with by others.

It’s not that the nine routes haven’t been killed before, but those were by top-notch experts.

What credentials does this young man possess?

"Quick, notify Commander Marsh!" someone muttered quietly.

As for in the woods, the old woman’s expression was grave, her right hand gripping her cane tightly.

"What kind of background does this boy have!"

Daring to kill the people of the nine routes, and doing so decisively, the opponent must be significant.

"Go investigate! Keep a close eye on him!" she said to a Cyclops behind her. "Good eyesight, don’t lose track of him!"

"Don’t worry, grandma!"

The Cyclops named Good Eyesight quickly disappeared into the woods.

...

Inside Swimming City is big, but outside is even bigger.

The city is not accessible to everyone.

And even if one enters the city, there are no means of survival.

Instead, outside the city, everyone can scrape by.

Swimming City is surrounded by six towns!

The closest to the city gate is Rat Town.

After asking around, Julius Reed learned that the city gates were tightly closed and would likely only open tomorrow.

He simply took Lillian Tompson to Rat Town to find a hotel.

The so-called hotel might just be slightly better than a small county’s guesthouse.

But in the outskirts of Swimming City, no one cares about that.

Inside the city is where the wealthy reside.

Many places claiming to be five-star hotels in the outside world can’t even hold a candle to the hotels within Swimming City.

Julius Reed vividly remembers that the last time he stayed in the city, a single room had seven maids.

Responsible for sleeping together, dressing, washing faces, cooking.

The maids could do anything when needed.

When not needed, the maids would kneel in front of the bed until the guest left.

If the guest is satisfied, they can choose to take her with them.

It doesn’t cost extra.

If the woman who had relations with the guest isn’t taken away,

the only thing awaiting her is death.

Swimming City Hotel, ensuring that every girl the guests see and touch is clean.

Here, there are no rules and no humanity.

Swimming City, a dark paradise.

Devil’s city!

The light that enters here is all black.

Walking less than twenty minutes along the road, they encountered some bizarre people.

Finally, they arrived at Rat Town.

Looking up, they could see a huge sign.

It was a rusty piece of iron, stretched out above the road.

On it was painted a rat.

A dark, fat rat.

The rat seemed to be gnawing on something.

As Lillian Tompson approached and took a closer look, her face turned pale.

The rat was gnawing on a human head.

Although the sign of Rat Town had faded due to wind and sun exposure, the lifelike human head still disgusted Lillian Tompson.

"You’ll get used to it, the level of civilization here is quite pitiful." Julius Reed patted Lillian Tompson’s shoulder, raising his hand and pointing ahead: "Let’s grab something to eat first, then find a place to rest. We can enter the city tomorrow."

"I’m not hungry." Lillian Tompson thought of the nauseating image on the sign of Rat Town, how could she have any appetite?

Clearly hungry, yet denying it.

The usually fearless Lillian Tompson suddenly felt fear in Swimming City.

Having lived for hundreds of years, she thought she had seen everything.

But unexpectedly, the whole of Swimming City, including those bizarre people and this revolting sign, all made her uneasy.

If it were outside, she would have already drawn her sword and slit the old woman’s throat who pressed her for answers earlier.

But here, facing all sorts of strange people around, she felt worried.

"Don’t worry, the food in Rat Town is quite decent." Julius Reed smiled reassuringly: "If you’re not afraid of getting hungry, we can just stroll around."

"Holy Lord, you just killed people from the ninth district, aren’t you afraid of their revenge? Or, if your identity is exposed, it could cause trouble with the people of Swimming City!"

Lillian Tompson wasn’t pondering whether to eat or not, but rather worried about them exposing their identities.

Julius Reed changed his face, exactly to avoid attracting attention.

Now that he had publicly chopped down the underlings of Swimming City’s ruler, if discovered...

"This is Swimming City." Julius Reed pointed to the ground, his face disdainful: "Here, even if you kill Hagan Marsh, it’s not a big deal. People in Swimming City are not so easily frightened; they’re used to it."

After speaking, as if worried that Lillian Tompson wouldn’t believe him, Julius Reed stood in the crowd and shouted loudly: "I killed people from the ninth district!"

This shout made Lillian Tompson’s heart jump to her throat.

Has he gone mad?

Isn’t he afraid of bringing disaster upon himself?

"Ah! An inexperienced fellow, probably his first time in Swimming City!"

"I’ve even killed a Chiliarch, is that something to brag about?"

"Trash!"

Everyone looked up at him, cursing under their breath and giving him a look of pitying the foolish.

"See?"

Julius Reed spread his hands, smiling: "In Swimming City, nothing is a big deal."

Lillian Tompson was skeptical, but the Holy Lord naturally had his own plans, and she, a mere servant, was not in a position to question.

The two walked along the main street of Rat Town, where everywhere they looked, there were various rustic and creepy buildings.

The whole of Rat Town was styled like a wasteland.

On the streets, rats were everywhere.

But these rats weren’t afraid of people, they sauntered leisurely along.

Passing by a shop, Lillian Tompson sniffed lightly, and her stomach started to growl.

"Hungry?"

Hearing the noise, Julius Reed entered the shop: "Come on in, you’ll definitely get hungry."

"Um."

Lillian Tompson initially had no appetite, but the smell was simply too enticing!

The shop was dimly lit, the tables smeared with grease.

But it was filled with people.

Julius Reed found a corner table and sat down with Lillian Tompson, waiting for a server to come.

As soon as they stepped in, a group of people in white robes followed.

The leader, after surveying the area and finding no seats, directly approached one of the tables.

There, one person occupied a spacious round table.

"You, get lost!"

Smack!

The man in white slapped his long sword onto the table, looking at the person in front of him resembling a Monk.