Blood Throne

Chapter 11 Information from Newspaper

The orange sunset glow floated in the western sky, dyeing most of the sky beautiful. On the other side of the port, the sound of a whistle could be heard from time to time. It was a fishing boat that had returned late at night. The outer sea of the port was just like the sky. It was colorful and undulating.

Ryan walked up the slope in a sunset.

The ground was covered by dirty water. The streets were piled up with garbage. the wooden houses were randomly built. The narrow alleys could only allow the two of them to walk side by side. Having no care about the environment, the children were screaming, laughing, and fooling around...

Everything was normal!

There seemed to be no change!

But he was different from the youth before!

At the entrance of the apartment, Ryan met Aunt Schultz, who was as big as a bear.

"Hello, Mr. Charles!"

She greeted loudly, her voice loud and clear.

Aunt Schultz's husband, Hammer Schultz, was the gatekeeper of the apartment. He was responsible for guarding the apartment and usually did some maintenance work. She was the chief chef of the apartment. The people who rented the apartment were all bachelors. There was no kitchen in their apartment, so they couldn't cook by themselves. These tenants only needed to spend thirty or forty Louis a month to enjoy Aunt Schultz's cooking, the authentic Portsky food.

They were both Portsky people.

Portsky was a big country, located in the east of the continent. It had a feud with his eastern neighbor, Luosha Kingdom. They fought and sometimes ceased. Of course, most of the time, it was Portsky who was being beaten one-sidedly.

The Luosha people were located in a cold area and were more courageous and good at fighting.

Aunt Schultz's grandfather became a refugee because of the war. They left their homes and went through a lot of hardships to come to Falan. At least half of the slums where Ryan lived were Portsky's people.

The biggest g**g in Mount Louga community was Portsky's g**g.

Ryan was stunned.

The young man was an introverted and timid person. He did not like to talk. Even though he had lived here for many years, he had not interacted with most of the people in the apartment because he had not eaten in the apartment. He did not have much contact with Aunt Schultz.

Normally, he would just nod and greet her.

"Aunty, please call me Ryan."

Ryan took off his hat and nodded at Aunt Schultz.

"Oh!"

The aunt blinked her eyes, she put her hands in front of the apron and rubbed it unconsciously.

"Ryan, I have your message here."

Ryan frowned.

He did not have any friends, and fewer people knew his address.

Who could it be?

"Your cousin came just now!"

Cousin?

James?

In the past, James would occasionally come to his place when he was chased after by loan sharks and had nowhere to go.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the two was quite good. When he was young, although James, who was a few years older than him, also bullied him. However, when the youth was bullied by other children, James would also stand up for him.

Ryan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

He touched his nose and said with a smile.

"My cousin came here. What did he say?"

Aunt Schultz opened her mouth but did not speak.

It seemed like she could not remember.

She smiled awkwardly at Ryan, turned her head, and roared at the door. Hammer Schultz was doing something inside.

"Old man, come out!"

Hammer Schultz's actual age was only in his thirties, but he looked like 50-year-old. He came out of the house. As always, he had a sad expression on his face. Even though he was smiling now, he looked very tired and anxious.

"What did Lil' Ryan's cousin say?"

Aunt Schultz shouted at Hammer.

Hammer Schultz raised his hand to rub his hair, looked at Ryan, and said weakly.

"He said that he knows where the things you asked for today are... If you have time, go to him. He will take you to get them. He said that it is possible to spend some money and ask you to bring more Louis."

So it was like this!

Would James be so kind?

More Louis?

Was it extortion?

Ryan nodded and thanked the couple.

After that, he went upstairs and entered the room.

...

One hundred and twenty!

After one hundred and twenty push-ups, Ryan finally felt a bit sore in his arms, his body was drenched in sweat.

He could still do it. If he did his best, there would be no problem with more than 150 push-ups. Moreover, he could complete it within three minutes. Compared to before, he was a completely different person.

When he woke up in the morning, he was already exhausted after only doing twenty push-ups.

In a short period of time, his strength had greatly increased.

Although he did not test it carefully, his body's reaction speed and sensitivity had mostly increased. His sprinting and acceleration were also incomparable to before. When he walked back, he almost did not feel tired.

All of this depended on the mysterious Book of Gold.

However, the activation of the Book of Gold required energy.

If not for the mysterious illusion in the cemetery and the Book of Gold hadn't devoured the aura and turned it into golden light, the food wouldn't have been converted into energy and have strengthened Phychic.

How to obtain energy?

By what means?

This was a difficult problem!

You can't always go to the cemetery in the future, hoping to meet such a good thing. This is completely waiting for the rabbit. The problem is that sometimes you wait, but the coming one is not the rabbit but the hungry wolf.

This world was too dangerous.

Moreover, he did not know much about Book of Gold.

All of things were dependent on it. It was not advisable at all to blindly depend on it!

Holding a dry towel to wipe the sweat off his body, Ryan's eyes fell on the bed. The evening newspaper he bought was thrown on the bed randomly, and the top one was a police report.

It was a black-and-white photo.

The photo was relatively large and occupied a small part of the report.

In a gloomy alley, a woman was lying on the ground with her face facing the ground. Her body was stiff and her posture was strange. She was wearing a long dress. Her hair was curled up and her hands were on the ground. Her fingers were curled as if she was trying to catch something.

Ryan felt a strange sense of familiarity.

This woman, this alley...

The evening report said that this was a murder case that happened on Baker Street last night. Baker Street was located in the port area and there were many bars. There were many street girls and it was a joyous street that sailors liked very much.

This woman was killed last night in the early morning, but the specific cause of death and details were not revealed too much, most of it was scolding and criticizing.

There was a red rope tied to the woman's ankle. There were already more than ten women who had died like this. It should be a serial killer. The evening paper also gave this murderer a nickname, Red Rope killer.

In other words...

At that time, he was not having a nightmare, but his consciousness was on that woman. At that time, if his consciousness did not escape before she was killed, what would happen?

Unknown!

Why was it like this?

Book of Gold?

Breathing Technique?

Or was it due to his physical condition after he descended?

There were not many clues, and there was no answer for now!