After the rain, the road was muddy, mixed with broken grass, excrement, hair, and some oddly-shaped objects that even Chen Ang could not identify. They had been stepped on and stirred into extremely oddly-colored mud by people and horses. :../
Standing on it, the smell of rotten vegetation, excrement, and blood made people want to stay as far away from this place as possible. When one stepped on it, the splashing of muddy water made people's eyelids twitch, and the air was always filled with a nauseating stench. No one wanted to come to the slums after the rain. The nobles pretended that this place didn't exist, and even their henchmen didn't want to come here.
Although the slums were a hellish nightmare after the rain, it wasn't much better when it wasn't raining.
Therefore, this place had become a place that even the tax officers avoided. These greedy shriveled bones would rather go to the dock area to collect the last copper Nar in a sailor's pocket than come here to search through the shabby shacks of these poor people. Everyone knew that they could only find some waste, garbage, or moldy, stinky food here. If they expected to find something valuable here, they might as well sweep the streets in the temple area. Maybe they could smelt some gold from the dust. When the goldsmiths next to the temple of the Goddess of Wealth smelted gold, there would often be gold dust blown into the streets by the wind.
Of course, since such a good thing was discovered, this kind of good work was monopolized by the gangs. The people who worked here were the lowly people of the slums. But the gold they fished out from the acid made by the wizards could only be exchanged for some meager food from the gangs at a low price.
Such places that the nobles looked down upon were often active places for gangs.
They could get everything they needed here: cheap human lives and manpower, desperate people, murder, betrayal, theft, evil, and faith! The only thing they had to be wary of were the paladins who might go crazy at any time. Except for them, who would care about the evil happening in these forgotten corners?
When Chen Ang put on the cloak. When he appeared here, the numb faces of the poor people on both sides of the road quickly made way for him. They all knew that people in cloaks were not to be trifled with, let alone this lord.
"Bloody Hand" and "Human Slayer" were his nicknames.
Although he had only been here for a few days. Chen Ang's ferocious name had already spread far and wide among the poor people of Deep Water City. Although he had heard of tyrants who committed all kinds of evil in distant countries, liches who manipulated corpses, and giant dragons who turned cities into ruins, these were too far away from the poor, so there was no mention of 'brutal bloody hands'. It was more intimidating.
The boss of the Yalin Gang, who was entrenched here, was the best proof of His Excellency Bloody Hand's infamy. More than one eyewitness swore that they saw His Excellency Bloody Hand chopping the Yalin Gang's boss into meat paste with a smile. But some others also swore that the Bloody Hand didn't do anything. Instead, they just smiled and let the original members of the Yalin Gang mince Yalin into meat paste.
No matter what the process was, the final result was the same.
Yalin died without a complete corpse. In the original Yalin Gang. Some went crazy, while others became members of the Bloody Hand Gang. They were loyal, firm, and would never betray the gang.
Among the fighters behind Chen Ang, there were a few with bulging muscles, who had obviously been magically modified. Their eyes were lifeless, and the smell of blood on them could be smelled with the naked eye. Naturally, there was no telling whether it was their own or someone else's. It was no wonder that even Chen Ang had a smile on his face when he brought such a group of people through the streets. He seemed to be easy to talk to, and no one dared to offend him.
The reason why Chen Ang came here was because he had his own plans.
"The eyes of the gods won't leave the Prime Material World for a while. They have enough patience and time. On the continent, they also have considerable influence. They also have considerable influence, and the major churches will be like blood-thirsty hounds in pursuit of my traces. "
Thinking of this, Chen Ang's eyes revealed a look of interest. He had long since stopped feeling emotional distress, unease, and nervousness because of such a small matter. Anger and fear were normal emotions for others, but they hadn't happened to him for a long time. The good news was that his mind had become stronger, but the bad news was that he was even less like a human.
That was why he was curious about the gods. He was most interested in the knowledge of the gods in the multiverse, followed by arcane spells and magic. According to Chen Ang's style, he would definitely create some interesting things for this world, creating some waves in the calm and chaotic world. However, the laws of this universe limited this.
In the macroscopic world, the laws of physics didn't seem to change much, but in the microscopic world, this universe overturned most of the laws that Chen Ang knew. The laws of this world were so strict and strange that Chen Ang had no choice but to study and experiment with most of his knowledge. The Weave, spell slots, planes, and gods. This was a whole new system of the world.
The seeds of danger grew in the darkness, and changes that were enough to shake the foundations of this world gradually took shape because of a visitor from another world. The restless gods watched the Prime Material World from the upper planes, and they felt the throne beneath them shake.
"Boss!" The leader of the junkyard lowered his head in fear when he saw Chen Ang.
This was the garbage dump of Deep Water City. The river that flowed through the city carried the garbage to the sea. The river that was designed by the Scholar had a strong carrying capacity and rapid currents. It could transport both garbage and goods. It was of great importance to Deep Water City.
This was also the Yalin Gang, an important source of income for the Bloodhand Gang.
A few poor people in rags peeked at Chen Ang carefully. They stood in the chest-high river, using hooks and baskets to pick out the useful parts of the rubbish. A withered corpse floated down the river, and the eyes of the fisherman closest to it lit up. He hurriedly hooked it and tied it to his back.
Corpses were also valuable here. Moreover, they were the most valuable things.
Due to the Church of the King of the Dead, the Liches and Undead were in dire need of magic materials. As the God of Death, Kelemvor hated undead creatures to the core, so corpses that had undergone a death ceremony were especially difficult to be desecrated. It could be said that any undead creatures that had designs on these corpses would be hunted down by the Church of the Dead.
Of course, even if they didn't do it, it would still be the same, but at least they wouldn't be noticed.
Corpses abandoned in the river were worth a lot of money. A healthy adult male could be sold for a Gold Derahl, while the corpses of children, the elderly, and the sick could be sold for five Silver Derahls. The price of women was not fixed, and sometimes it was higher. Sometimes it was lower, and the mutilated and rotting corpses could only be sold at a low price.
All corpses in the slums belonged to the Yalin Gang, unless their relatives were willing to pay a priest to bury them. Even then, they had to endure the beatings and extortion from the gang, and each person had to pay a silver Derahl for the dead.
"Colin!" Chen Ang stared at the person in charge, causing him to kneel down in fear.
Colin didn't know if Chen Ang was the kind of person who hated the desecration of corpses, but this wasn't something to be afraid of. What was scary was that he didn't know the new leader's personality and temper. If Chen Ang was a follower of Kelemvor, then he was finished! Under normal circumstances, the leader wouldn't kill his subordinates, but there were two exceptions.
First, he was the new leader, and hadn't established a bloody reputation yet. He had to protect his brutal reputation.
Second, he didn't care!
Unfortunately, Chen Ang was in both situations. Fortunately, Chen Ang didn't trust anyone. Colin was forgiven.
"You've done well!" Chen Ang's praise made Colin heave a sigh of relief. "But there's no doubt that you can do better. You have to work hard, and it's the same for the goods you sell. Even a Lich has needs. Our customers' needs are our needs. We have to worry about our customers' needs, and in order to provide better necromancy materials, we have to improve the quality of our goods. "
"Low-grade materials like corpses aren't worth much. How much can you earn from a corpse? Mages don't lack money, but they lack time. We have to sell their time for our own money. "
Chen Ang stood up as he spoke. He gestured, "Faced with a corpse like this, we have to continuously break down the components that make up the value of the corpse. We have to find all the components that create value. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and skull have to be specific. We have to delve deeper into necromancy materials, and strive to provide materials that are at the standard of spellcasting materials. "
"We have to actively contact our customers and find out what they need. Do they want a fresh corpse or a rotten one? Do they want a large skeleton or a small skeleton? Do they want organs? Can they accept dried organs? Quality materials need to be analyzed in detail. For example, the bones of a youth are the most valuable, but the organs of a youth aren't bad either. "
"Not only do we have to provide standard materials, we also have to provide special materials. Corpses of mercenaries, corpses of virgin girls, corpses filled with hatred, corpses of murdered people, murder weapons, hair, and the blood of the dead. We have to develop these materials that have been overlooked. This is the foundation for the growth and prosperity of the gang. "
Cole was a gloomy young man. At this moment, he was staring at his new boss, his eyes filled with shock and admiration. Under the Evil Detection, he was already an extremely evil person. How would Chen Ang, who was even crueler and more evil than him, behave?
It should be evil so thick that it was almost black!
"Cole, evil is not the goal, but the result!" Chen Ang seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He smiled and said, "Think about your goal, Cole. You don't do these things for fun, excitement, and fun. Those people are crazy. You are a normal person. These are just jobs. Jobs that earn you money. Jobs that allow you to enjoy yourself. "
"There is no difference in survival! It has nothing to do with justice or evil. You just want to live a better life, right? "
The smile on Chen Ang's face made Cole feel a bone-chilling fear. He quickly nodded in agreement, afraid that a huge axe would fall on his head.
"You're very smart, Cole. Welcome to our family." Chen Ang smiled. "I don't care about your beliefs and standpoint. But pure evil makes people feel helpless, right? No one likes to live with lunatics. Those who are obsessed with murder, abuse, and betrayal don't seem to like this world. They're so obsessed with death … "
"That's why they were sent to see Cyric and Bane." Cole thought about the origin of Chen Ang's reputation as the Bloody Hand. This was a name that was dyed red with the blood of the most terrifying and crazy people in the slums.
The Skinners, the Decapitators, the Bloody Skulls, the Black Hands, and the Ravens.
He was crueler than a cruel ninja, more tyrannical than a tyrannical person, and more evil than an evil person. This was the Bloody Hand that everyone feared. He was a serious, evil, and creative boss that everyone feared and obeyed.
"Business is business, Cole!"
Cole hurriedly replied, "Business is business, boss. I understand!"
"I'll send Cyric's statue out later!" Cole thought to himself. "I shouldn't have learned those teachings before. I'm crazy to be obsessed with those things. Gold Derahls are our faith! "
"Talk to the Scattered Forest Tower and the Kingdom of the Dead. Ask them to provide us with magical materials or equipment for preserving corpses." Chen Ang gestured for Cole to take note of his words.
"But …" Cole was in a difficult position. The existence of magic on the continent was very expensive.
"Don't worry, Cole! Tell them that this is to provide them with better materials. Ask them to pay with materials. Is that the bottom line? Just eighty healthy male corpses will do! "Chen Ang smiled.
This way, there was a chance that this deal would succeed. However, they didn't have that many goods on hand.
Cole looked up in confusion. He saw Chen Ang looking in the direction of Waterdeep City. There were far more than eighty members of the thieves' guild and gangs there.
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