Chapter 133
One of Lacini's eyes was covered with gauze, and the other eye seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist and could not see clearly. He vaguely saw a blurry figure leaning over him and looking at him, and then leaving. Soon many people came and surrounded him, coming and going, and no one knew what they were busy with. He blinked his eyes a few times with great effort, and fell asleep again.
I don't know how long it was, but when Lacini woke up again , he felt much better and his consciousness was clearer. Although his limbs felt numb due to the anesthetic, he could clearly feel that his body was getting better.
He lay on the soft blanket with his head tilted, and could see the dim lights above his head jumping away. After a few seconds, Lacini realized that he was lying on a cart, being pulled forward.
Someone shouted: "... wake up!" "Go call...!"
After a while, several people in white coats surrounded him. Some fiddled with his eyelids, some waved a light source in front of his eyes, and some seemed to touch his wound. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't protest. After a while, it seemed that someone gave him an injection, and he fell asleep again.
The third time he woke up, it took Lacini several seconds to slowly wake up, and his consciousness was no longer confused. He felt that he could barely control his body, so he forced himself to raise his head and wanted to see the surrounding environment clearly.
He was still being pulled forward on a cart, but it seemed that he was in a different environment. The surroundings seemed much narrower and darker, and there was no light above his head. Someone was holding a lantern, barely illuminating the road ahead. They walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but Lacini's cart was well guarded and he could hardly feel the bumps.
There was a faint foul smell in the air.
"Squeak , squeak."
He heard the sound of mice squeaking and the rustling of some small insects crawling by nearby.
Suddenly Lacini realized that he was actually in the sewer. He just couldn't hear the sound of water, and the air around him felt very dry, probably in an ancient waterway that had been abandoned for a long time.
The people nearby were like zombies, walking forward tirelessly in this dim underground sewer. No one spoke, and the only sound that could be heard was their breathing and the occasional low cough.
Lacini closed his eyes and recalled the scene he saw before he fell into a coma—the blood mist that suddenly exploded in front of him, the fragile human chest bursting like a balloon, rags and blood and flesh flying everywhere, even splashing on his face, and Cain's stunned expression...
That’s right, Cain!
Lacini struggled hard, but fell down again due to exhaustion. A huge fear suddenly rose in his heart - Cain was dead! Died in front of him! Died when he wanted to saw off the horn on his head!
Lacini knew clearly that those people would not tell whether he was responsible or not. The heir of the empire died, and someone had to pay the price! Many people had to pay the price! But there was no doubt that Lacini must be one of the people responsible for this! Although Cain wanted to make trouble for him, he was still alive, but Cain was dead. In the eyes of those people in the upper echelons, this was his unforgivable sin!
But he is here now, he... seems to have been rescued. But those people will not let him go, they will go to find his mother, his brothers and sisters, his friends and neighbors...
Only he can come forward! He must... He must come forward! As long as he takes the blame, they may let his family and friends go...
He tried hard to stand up, but was quickly pushed back by several pairs of hands.
"It should take another two hours..."
"He woke up early!"
“As expected…”
"Call a doctor! Call a doctor!"
"It's okay, he's fine...he's recovering well..."
"…Mr. Rotstein is here!"
Many people were talking at once, making Lacini's head buzz. They seemed to care about him very much, no one touched his wound to hurt him, and their movements were gentle; but at the same time, they were very determined to push him back to the bed, and no matter what Lacini wanted to say, they would not let him stand up by himself.
Soon, the crowd dispersed like flowing water, the team stopped, and a path was cleared in the crowd. They all seemed to cast their eyes somewhere at the same time, and Lacini became quiet for a moment .
A bean-yellow light appeared at the end of the narrow road and soon approached with the sound of clattering hooves.
Lacini saw that the person holding the black oil lamp was an old man with white hair and beard. He looked very old, but his body was still terrifyingly burly. He had to lower his head when walking to avoid hitting the top of the waterway. Lacini felt that even if he stood up, he would only be as tall as his waist. The old man's beard was neatly trimmed, and his clothes were shabby but clean. He looked at Lacini with a kind and loving look, as if he were a father.
When he got closer, Lasini discovered that although his upper body looked no different from that of the Celestials, his lower body was like that of a horse or a deer, with grayish-white fur, smooth lines, and muscles that rippled as he walked, making him look full of power.
"Mr. Rotstein."
"Mr. Rotstein."
As the old man walked over, people kept greeting him. He seemed to have great prestige among the people. The old man nodded to everyone, walked quickly to Lacini, looked at his wound, and then asked, "Your Highness, how do you feel?"
Your Highness?
Lacini looked at him stupidly, and for a moment he didn't realize that he was talking to him.
What Lacini didn't know was that less than two hundred meters above him there was an unfinished building that was half-built and then abandoned, and Lin Qingge and others were in this building at the moment.
"Before answering your questions, let me tell you about the strength of the resistance army in Tulip." Yun Yi didn't care about the thick dust and some debris on the ground. He sat down directly and picked up a short wooden stick to draw on the ground: "Although the resistance army generally refers to us Freedom Eagles, this is only because we have the greatest reputation, the widest range of activities, and the largest number of people. In fact, there are far more resistance forces in the country than most people imagine. I know of thirty or forty of them. Of course, some may be suddenly eliminated by the government army one day, some may disband on their own, and some are in the process of brewing. In some small villages with only thirty or fifty households, there may also be a small resistance force hidden."
Yun Yi left his contact information to Rong Yuan last time. This time, Luo Er and the others wanted to know who took Lacini away, so they went to find him. After they met and explained their purpose, Yun Yi was straightforward and started explaining to the teenagers without asking any more questions.
"But those who can do something as big as assassinating Cain are definitely not ordinary rebels. You have to know that most of the rebel forces claim to overthrow the rule of the Celestials, but in fact they only stick together to keep warm because they really want to survive. Some of them can't even fill their stomachs, and their weapons are only kitchen knives and shovels at most. Some of them gather together because of hatred and tend to act radically. They are often found out by the government army within two or three months of their establishment and wiped out in one fell swoop. Therefore, there are not many in the country of Tulip that can survive for a long time, have strong cohesion, smooth information flow, can grasp the intelligence of Cain's whereabouts, and have at least one sniper rifle. And there are only three active near the imperial capital."
Yun Yi drew a rough map of the imperial capital, then drew a big circle in the upper left corner, and said: "Well, one is our Freedom Eagle Resistance Army. And then mainly in this area..." He circled a block at the bottom, where basically all the aliens lived, "...the Black Scarf Group, whose leader is Saimu Gain. Although they call themselves the resistance army, they are actually just a violent group using this name to exploit their fellow aliens. They are servile in front of the Celestials, but domineering in front of their fellow countrymen. They have no ambition and would never dare to do such a big thing, but they have indeed recruited a group of guys with good martial arts. And it is said that the Black Scarf Group has the support of the Celestials, so the weapons in their hands are stronger than ours."
"Then there is the third one - the Glorious Revolutionary Army, whose leader is Rotstein. They are determined to exterminate all the Celestials, restore the situation in ancient times when there were only aliens on Zhongwu Star, and restore the glory of the aliens as the king of all spirits. Most of the sub-humans and bright beasts among the aliens support us, but more than 80% of the Bi people prefer the Glorious Revolutionary Army, or in other words, they hope that the slogan of the Glorious Revolutionary Army can become a reality one day. So many Bi people will give half of their daily wages to the Glorious Army even if they can only buy a piece of bread. A little bit makes a lot, and their supplies are quite abundant, but they have only slogans all the time and have never done anything practical. But if you ask who is most likely to do this, it is the Glorious Army. I have seen Rotstein twice, and he has always wanted to do something that will shock the world. And although he looks like a steady and wise old man on the surface, he is actually a little crazy."
"Glory Revolutionary Army?" Lin Qingge noticed that Yun Yi did not draw their range of activities, and asked hurriedly: "Where can we find them?"
"That's the problem." Yun Yi sighed, spread his hands and said, "I don't know."
"What?"
Yun Yi said, "Old man Rotstein is as elusive as a rat. Even though we are all members of the Revolutionary Army, most of us have never seen them. We only know some locations where people donate supplies to them, and even these locations change frequently. As for the real base of the Glory Army or the location of Rotstein, no one knows except for a few of the old man's confidants. I only heard that they should have a complete map of the underground sewers in the imperial capital and several nearby cities. The Glory Army usually operates in the sewers and will not stay in the same place for a long time. After doing such a big thing this time, even if we knew where they were before, they must have moved now."
"Sewer?" Lor couldn't help but look down, "It really is a rat!"
"But shouldn't that kind of thing be confidential? How did they get it?" Lin Qingge asked, "The complete sewer map of the imperial capital, even if my brother wants to get it, it's not easy!"
Yun Yi sighed and looked at Lin Qingge with an inexplicable smile: "Of course there is no real route map. But... have you forgotten? The people who build the sewers, clean the sewers, and maintain the sewers... are all given to others!"
Lin Qingge was stunned.
Yun Yi continued, "And many Bi people are homeless and have to live in sewers. For them, the sewers are their homes - how difficult is it to draw a map near their homes?"
