Chapter 585 The Best Raw Materials

Somewhere underground in Azure Castle.

Gore held a torch and followed his elder brother down the stone steps. It was unknown when the facilities here were built, but they were obviously quite old. Both the walls and the ground were covered with layers of moss, and sewage flowed on the ground, emitting a rotten and unpleasant smell.

"Brother... where are we going? There's really nothing to see in the underground water channel."

Listening to the empty dripping sound and the occasional one or two strange cries, Gore couldn't help but whispered.

Now that all the rebellious workers have fallen into their hands, it should be a happy "payback" time. He really doesn't want to play exploration games with his elder brother in the underground waterway.

Besides, these intricate waterways are not a pleasant place. There are often rumors in the city that there are monsters hidden underground. Every year, several scavengers are abducted by monsters, and their lives and deaths are unknown. Gore really doesn't understand why the other party dragged him here.

"Azur Castle is a city built on the seashore, so the drainage project will be built on a large scale. The location we are in is the center of the city's aqueduct, also known as the underground well lake." Philip replied, "All the rain that falls into the city will gather here. When the storm on the sea sweeps over Azur Castle, it can also be driven by a wizard to accelerate the drainage of water wheels."

"Okay..." Gore moved the torch to his feet and indeed saw a deep well beside the stone steps. There was a constant sound of water flowing below, but he didn't know how deep it was. Moreover, with the light of a torch alone, he couldn't even see the brick well wall on the opposite side, which was enough to show that the size of the well was wide enough. "But what does this have to do with us?"

"Be patient, Gore." Philip said calmly, "How many people do you think it takes to build such a drainage facility?"

"Uh... one thousand?"

"A full 30,000 people, and it took about five years to build. They are all slaves, half-beasts, criminals, prisoners of war... and there are many elves among them. When the decision to build a new port was reached between the nobles and big businessmen, they were transported here by carloads." The steward seemed to be telling an interesting story, "The designer is the famous O. Henry, who presided over the construction of Sun Port and Flying Fortress, so when building Azure Castle, Mr. Henry had more experience and directly used a new building material."

"What material?" Gore said patiently.

"Human body."

Hearing Philip's answer, he shuddered violently.

"You, what are you talking about..."

"Dead laborers cannot be thrown around, otherwise it is easy to cause an epidemic. Throwing them into the sea seems simple, but the number of tens of thousands of people is another matter." Philip put down the lantern and began to knock on the wall. The sound of dongdong echoed in the well, like the footsteps of some beasts. "The human body is rich in fat, which is very suitable for bonding soil in a sealed state, and bones can be buried for thousands of years without decay, which is the most stable support in the structure. It is precisely based on this experience that the construction speed of the Blue Castle is much higher than other seaports."

Even Goyle felt an urge to nausea.

Using people to fill buildings?

Can this be considered a new technology?

He had heard of the name O. Henry. It seemed that he had received awards from the king and the church for his superb skills. His reputation and status were upper-class, but the things he did were even more terrible than the devil in hell. In comparison, the things the supervisor did were simply child's play.

"Brother... where did you hear these rumors from?"

"Of course it was the Holy Palace. Besides, this is not a rumor, but what Mr. Henry said in person." When the knocking sound changed, Philip inserted his fingers into the cracks of the bricks and easily pulled out the bricks one by one. After a while, the gray-brown soil inside the well wall was exposed. "We chose to act in the Azure Castle after careful consideration. Although the body of the evil demon can be made of soil and wood, human remains are more suitable raw materials. This is the same as alchemy. If you want to get the most perfect finished product, the raw materials should also be as high-quality as possible."

Action? Evil demon?

No... what is he talking about?

Shouldn't the manager of the Hundred Fruit Garden be a position to manage employees for the boss? How did it involve evil demons?

Gore was about to ask, but suddenly all the blood in his body froze, and a chill rushed to his head!

He saw that the other party's fingers seemed to be broken.

Under the flickering firelight, not only could Philip's fingers be seen with dark red blood, but also a small bit of white hard objects!

But he himself was unaware of it, and he was tapping the soil, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Am I...dizzy?

Gore didn't dare to move the torch in his hand closer, but only slowly approached the wall, put his hands behind his back, and tapped the brick seams like the other person.

At that moment, Gore got goose bumps all over his body.

The stone bricks were spliced ​​very firmly, and they didn't become fragile because of the long years. His nails hurt, but he couldn't go deep into the gap!

But Philip peeled them off the wall of the well like tofu!

When did his elder brother have such divine power?

No... this question is not accurate...

Gore suddenly realized that the man in front of him was really a little strange.

"Brother..." He couldn't help but take two steps back, "Do you remember when we... became brothers?"

"Twenty-two years ago, in the North County Orphanage. Afterwards, he was adopted by the Nameless Chamber of Commerce, learned calligraphy, and finally sold exclusively to Lord Azier." Philip turned his head and looked at him, "Am I right?"

"But he never answered me like this..." Gore swallowed his saliva and said, "Because life in the orphanage is the memory he least wants to mention."

This person is definitely not the Philip he is familiar with!

"Oh? This is a point that the intelligence did not mention." Philip did not intend to refute, "Are you going to ask me who I am next? I don't have a name, and I don't need a name-I have many nicknames, dead apostle, betrayer, sorcerer, puppet finger... But to be honest, none of them are enough to satisfy me. I hope that after this drama, I can have a more suitable title."

Gore seemed to be in a nightmare.

What on earth was he doing?

Why did he follow him for so long, and only noticed his abnormality now?

When did he become Philip?

Looking at the other party's empty eyes, Gore made the most instinctive reaction-escape! The farther the better!

But the moment he turned around, a hand grabbed his neck from behind.

Gore struggled desperately, trying to pry open the other's fingers, but the hand was as firm as an iron clamp, and he couldn't pull it at all.

He tried to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt for too long."

Philip lifted him to the edge of the well, and then let go of his hand.

Gore screamed and fell to the bottom of the deep well.

After a while, there was a gnawing sound from below.