It only took Kelsen two months to be promoted from an ordinary person, oh no ordinary corpse, to the second level. However, extraordinary professions usually do not change qualitatively until the third level. If the first two levels can only be regarded as interns, the third level is the official entry.
At that time, the extraordinary person will obtain a powerful innate skill, such as the warrior's charge and the cultist's power. Although Kelson didn't know what the Necromancer was, he needed this power to survive in this dangerous city.
Just like being promoted to the second ring, Kelsen now needs to accumulate more clinical research on extraordinary diseases, and there will definitely be some too heretical research. Anyway, he cannot do it in Trinity Hospital, otherwise he will be reported and arrested. He was taken to the trial court and tortured severely.
So which profession can do these things more blatantly? It is still semi-legal in Kongsbod. This has to be mentioned why Kelson wants to regain the secret hand.
Yes, of course he is an underground black doctor. In the underground world, the mafia and scavengers will also make money by obtaining the organs of supernatural evil beings. Should they also go to Trinity Hospital for treatment if they are corrupted or eroded? Not to mention whether you can afford medical insurance or not, even if you have medical insurance, you will be arrested and sent to the court.
According to Article 47 of the Kongsbod Canon Code, civilians who come into contact with blasphemous objects without authorization, including but not limited to demons, demons, evil spirits, alien creatures, evil gods and their relatives, will be punished with death.
Therefore, the underground black doctor is the only life-saving straw for these greedy insects. It seems that the life-saving straw for the former was hacked to death in his own clinic during the transfer of underground power.
It seems that this black doctor usually does not handle the doctor-patient relationship very well.
Kelsen packed up the materials and prepared to go out to find Jean, and secretly planned the arrival of your new savior.
Not wanting to trouble old Duncan today, Kelson chose to take a public carriage to the downtown area. On the surface, Kongsbold still looked like he was singing and dancing. Especially on weekends, ladies in tutu skirts hold hands with neatly dressed men and make love to each other in the car.
There are cries of sales on the street, and the fat flower shop owner puts tulips and roses outside the shop. Customers coming and going will take one and actively put the coins into the box next to it, which is a perfect example of a new era metropolis. Literacy.
There are always boundaries where the sun shines. The terminal where the carriage stops is not the end of the city, but the world at the end does not provide the benefits of such public resources.
Kelsen walked into the lower city, and the atmosphere on the street suddenly changed as if it had been intercepted. A cold and desolate tone enveloped the white-painted guns. The dull middle-aged woman rolled up her sleeves and dumped the sewage on the street in winter. Those were the poor people who barely survived by washing clothes.
The streets were filled with idle vagrants and gangsters. When the well-dressed Kelson walked into their sight, they immediately showed vigilance and hostility. At the same time, they locked their eyes on his suit, which was only half his monthly salary.
Kelsen ignored them and walked toward the dark hand's contact point based on the route in his memory. Gradually, he entered the core area of the entire lower city.
There are red light districts, casinos and opium dens. The extravagant style here is completely different from the old residential buildings outside. The unbridled and barbaric growth of the black industry here brings a sense of fragmentation and absurdity.
Countless people who are struggling due to the oppression of life come here and use various things to anesthetize themselves. This already shaky lower class is once again stratified and trying its best to suck the blood of the lowest, temporarily bursting with morbid vitality.
Kelsen walked into the largest casino, avoiding the women who kept putting heavy makeup on his body, walked to the place where the chips were exchanged, said his name and asked Bruce to come to him.
The foreman now knew who his boss was. He frowned and looked at the young man in front of him. He didn't look like a gambler, and there was no numb enthusiasm in his eyes. At the same time, there was no misty hypocrisy in his eyes, nor did he look like a fool who was looking for his boss to cheat money.
So the foreman came to the conclusion that this was a guy looking for trouble.
After he snapped his fingers twice, several tall security guards quickly surrounded Kelson, and one security guard reached out and squeezed Kelson's shoulder. Feeling the hostility of several people, Kelsen couldn't help but sigh. He pinched the security guard's finger, which already felt something was wrong, and turned it away...
When Bruce arrived at the scene, he saw Kelsen wiping the blood on his hands with a handkerchief. Next to him was a tall security guard lying on the ground screaming and rolling, and the foreman huddled in the corner. Bruce felt a headache, especially after seeing that it was Kelsen, he even shrank.
He has seen this man's methods before, and he still has leverage in the opponent's hands. And looking at the current situation and this skill, it wasn't that difficult to defeat oneself in that situation.
At this moment, Kelson saw Bruce next to him, spread his hands exaggeratedly, and walked over with a smile: "I'll wipe it! Brother Bruce."
"Just call me Bruce."
"Brother Bruce."
"...Anything will do."
Bruce still had to maintain some basic decency in front of his younger brother. Fortunately, Kelson didn't make things too difficult for him and was already walking towards his office upstairs. Bruce looked at his lackadaisical subordinates and had no choice but to say:
"When this...sir comes from now on, please notify me directly."
Kelson sat on a comfortable leather chair and put his feet up on the table. Bruce was stunned for a moment when he walked into the office, and had to sit down where the guests next to him were sitting.
"Where's Gene?" Kelson picked up a raspberry from the fruit bowl next to him and took a bite of it, which shocked his dead man's taste buds. Is this the life of a rich man?
Bruce fidgeted and replied: "Your Excellency Jean has been arranging channels to obtain extraordinary materials recently. Too many people have died on the scavenger side, and the recent newcomers are inexperienced..."
"No, you are the one behind the scenes, why don't you care?" Kelsen grabbed the fruit plate next to him and showed it off.
"The main thing that Lord Jean means is that from now on, Kongsbode's addictive drugs will no longer be provided to civilians, but only to nobles. I must be famous in this regard to control the people below, so... ..”
Bruce looked at Kelson's expression tentatively. After all, he didn't know what the real talker's attitude was towards the addictive drug business.
Kelsen stopped taking the fruit. He didn't expect that as a former gang killer with a lot of blood on his hands, Gene's first thing when he took power in the gang was to deal with the problem of leaf flooding. Just doing this will not solve the problem from the root, but will bring more serious consequences.
But Kelson thought about it, maybe Gene has his own obsession, even if it is hypocrisy, let him do it. Since he can't change anything, he shouldn't interfere with those who want to change.
"Let's do it this way. I'm here to ask you to do me a favor." Kelson put his feet down from the table and sat up straight, as if he were talking about business.
"You say."
"Find me a shop. I want to work part-time as a doctor in your black market. Is that okay?" Although Kelson was asking, he gave Bruce no room for discussion. He stood up and took the fruit plate out of the door.
