The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 345 - 344 The Insomniac
Chapter 345: Chapter 344: The Insomniac
Chapter 345: Chapter 344: The Insomniac
After D&G Organization used sufficient manpower and materials to establish Zion as its core gathering ground, it formally entered a phase of expansion and development.
It began expanding its influence into surrounding areas, enlarging the surveillance and management scope of the organization in order to better assess the world’s Pathological progression and to more quickly detect the emergence of ‘passages,’ helping more capable gentlemen achieve Extreme Breakthrough.
Such expansion reached its limit several years ago. With the advent of the Grey Zone, many outposts were forced to retreat, and the governed areas were gradually reduced day by day.
Several months ago, when the organization’s third-largest city, Levinhome, became shrouded in Death, even gentlemen as powerful as Sun Dis died within it.
The organization then officially launched the ‘Recall Plan,’ prompting some special individuals stationed abroad to return to Zion.
For example, some tailors, Cemetery Managers, Watchers, and so on.
Of course, there are also some gentlemen with extraordinary talents and robust strength but certain personality issues who deliberately chose to leave the city, even requesting to be positioned in remote small towns with sparse populations.
[Wood Town]
A remote small town close to the Northern Realm, where snow falls for at least two seasons each year, and the nearest organization relay station is hundreds of kilometers away; Zion is even more distant.
Such a secluded area should have been long overrun by Pathological afflictions; it’s impossible for humans to survive.
Yet, against expectations, the town remains untouched by the disease, even housing thousands of residents.
And only one gentleman is stationed here, who was the one who requested to be posted in this location.
During several years of life in the town, he had developed good relations with the villagers, frequently visiting their homes.
On this day,
a carriage arrived in Wood Town, which hadn’t seen any visitors for many years, pulled by four skeleton horses created with Resurrection Magic, attached to a high-end carriage featuring the latest mechanical devices.
A coachman with a row of sharp fangs showing from beneath a ghastly mask and a burly figure stepped down, and the villagers dared not approach.
The coachman approached a detached bungalow marked with the organization’s insignia, restrained his menacing aura, and respectfully knocked on the door in an extremely polite manner.
Without the door opening, a weary and deep voice emanated from inside:
“What’s the matter? You’ve come all this way just to deliver a message?”
“Here are two letters that need to be personally handed to you. One is a recall notice from the organization, and the other is from the Divine Skin Mansion.”
Upon hearing the former, the person inside seemed about to dismiss the visitor, but when ‘Divine Skin Mansion’ was mentioned, the situation changed significantly.
The door opened, and the stench of old socks mixed with the smell of fermenting sweat assaulted the visitor.
The house was littered with clothing that hadn’t been washed in time, with a hand-knitted foul sock even hanging on a wall lamp to roast.
Creak…creak… the rubbing of wood.
Following the noise, one could see a wooden wicker rocking chair leaning against the corner of the wall,
and a man with unkempt hair and a disheveled beard was sitting in it, his face nearly obscured by his grey and white hair, looking like an elite among vagabonds.
His body was as slender as a bamboo pole, which, in combination with the rocking chair, gave the impression of age.
From the dirty and even torn suit hanging on a coat rack, one could tell that this was indeed the only gentleman stationed in Wood Town.
The two letters were handed over,
yet he only opened the one from the Divine Skin Mansion, and as he read the information inside, the rocking of the chair gradually slowed.
“Sir Claude can’t hold on anymore, huh… Ah, I really don’t want to leave this place! I finally managed to calm my mind and even had the chance to make friends.
By the way, does the carriage come with an accompanying bath and a facial cleansing kit?”
“Everything you need is available.”
“Wait for me a moment, I need to say goodbye to my friends.”
The mysterious man struggled to rise from the rocking chair, momentarily unable to stand straight.
Once he finally straightened his back and pushed the hair from his eyes, what was revealed was a surprisingly youthful face.
His extremely deep dark circles resembled trenches on a battlefield, and the black rings under his eyes were so exaggerated it seemed he hadn’t slept for a month.
Stretching and yawning loudly,
he walked with an incredibly casual demeanor,
and the coachman didn’t dare to rush him, but instead looked down and asked, “Do you need me to help you tidy up the things in your room?”
“No, even if you’ve sorted everything out, I still need to take it back to Zion to unload. These dirty things have to be cleaned… Anyway, it’s highly unlikely that I’ll come back. I might as well burn down the building with everything inside to avoid the hassle.”
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“Alright, then I’ll wait for you in the carriage.”
Returning to the coach,
the coachman pulled out an encrypted personal file from the compartment that came with the vehicle. Although the young man in the file did not have such disheveled hair and beard, the exaggerated dark circles under his eyes were enough to identify him as the same person.
Continuing to look at the personal information below, a few points caught the coachman’s particular attention.
[Yodessapen Galon]
First Gentleman Candidate
Former Cesimani Executioner (resigned)
*Special note: This individual suffers from a rare disease—”Insomnia Syndrome”—which causes unpredictable mood swings due to sleep issues. Please be cautious when interacting with this person, as it might lead to fatal consequences.
The coachman also checked the carriage’s setup multiple times, assuring there were no flaws.
As Galon finished bidding farewell to the townspeople and stepped onto the carriage, the coachman’s palms also clenched with sweat.
“Um… are we ready to depart?”
The coachman’s question, however, received no response, and the unusual silence made him break out in a sweat all over.
After a standoff of five minutes, he tried to gently slide open the partition window at the front of the carriage,
only to find that Galon was already lying on the carriage’s soft bed, with his clothes thrown carelessly on the floor.
Faint snoring sounds came from his nostrils; it seemed he was asleep,
Yet, curiously, he was snoring with his eyes open.
After calling out a couple more times with no response from Galon, the coachman was fairly certain that the other party was in some type of special sleep state, only unable to close his eyes for some reason.
The coach set off.
Even though it could reach speeds of up to 180km/h, due to the long journey and the need to pass through many perilous mountainous regions, it still required over three days of travel.
Two hours after setting off, as the coach traversed a fragmented highway covered with tall grass, something darted out from the woods on both sides.
The coachman immediately pulled out a thermal weapon, a specially reinforced shotgun, ready to accurately kill any suspicious life forms.
On closer inspection, it was merely a Pathological monkey.
The monkey’s lower body sprouted four deformed human legs, which, along with its own, gave it lightning-fast speed.
However,
following the shooting of this monkey, the forest erupted with the sounds of many monkeys howling, and pairs of eyes glowing like green bulbs appeared from the depths of the woods.
“Damn it!”
Just as the coachman was preparing to accelerate away,
a tide-like flood of Pathological monkeys burst out from the forests on both sides, some even resembling tanks with human faces covering their chests.
As the coachman was about to force his way through to an escape route,
Buzz!
His mind suddenly seized up, frozen for a brief moment,
and by the time he regained consciousness and reopened his eyes, he realized he had fallen asleep amidst such an urgent situation!
It wasn’t just him,
the horses that had been resurrected through necromancy were also asleep, and the coach had been stationary the entire time.
Then, an unforgettable sight caught the coachman’s eye.
In the area of the highway and the neighboring forest within a hundred meters, it was littered with the bodies of Pathological monkeys, none with intact bodies,
some smashed, some sliced into segments, and some even twisted into pretzel shapes.
The coachman hurriedly slid open the carriage’s partition window, only to see Galon still in the initial sleeping posture, his body had never moved a fraction…
