The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

He opened the box, and inside were shilling coins and silver shield coins, some old banknotes that had rotted away, and a few shining gold shields among them.

The tall knights and the sentinels looked at each other.

Although everyone felt that the existence of this low-class rat was a humiliation and blasphemy to them, the other party's pious posture seemed as if it had already kneeled on the threshold of the Divine Emperor's palace. If they killed it, they would probably splash blood in front of the Divine Emperor.

"Half-one tax?" Clara said the term uncertainly.

"Oh, half a tax! So that's how it's pronounced!" the Rat Man clapped his hands. "No wonder the soldier broke my leg. It turns out I didn't pronounce it right!"

"..."

Such a devout rat man that Clara wanted to enlist him in the army.

"I know it was the God-Emperor who freed us ratmen from the enslavement of the dwarves. If it weren't for the God-Emperor and the Iron Army, we might still be living in the mines, eating the excrement of dwarves and gnomes!" The ratman chief rubbed his hands eagerly. "I know this money is very little, but I hope the Iron Army gentlemen won't despise it..."

"..." Hestia pondered for a moment and said, "Chloe, put these ratmen down, and you, rat, tell me what happened and why there are zombies underground?"

Zombies and ghouls are completely two different species. Judging from the zombie killed by the sentinel falcon, it has no soul and no spirituality that can be absorbed by the Witch's Book. Under the influence of some special "activity", its deformed body is driven by instinct.

Soon, the devout rat man explained the situation in the sewer.

The underground system from the upper city to the lower city is undoubtedly vast. The underground river not only connects to the sea through the canals, but also passes through countless complex caves and chasms in Yunling. This is why it is difficult for the empire to clean up the underground. It also encourages some shady races to reproduce here, and it also attracts many mysterious people who manipulate life and death.

A secret cultivator, or a wizard, but the Rat People do not know its specific origins, and they all call it "necrophilia".

It is said that the first clan of ghouls in Yunling was the work of a certain "necrophiliac". Later, in order to live longer, the necrophiliac also transformed himself into an undead creature.

Some necrophiles would trade with ratmen or cemetery ghouls for research and materials, but they wouldn't stay long and would soon depart. However, some necrophiles would take root, hiding in the deep mountains and forests, tinkering with strange things, occasionally giving rise to bizarre monsters. Ultimately, they were destroyed by the combined forces of ratmen and rot lizards, who would decapitate the troublesome necrophiles and dry them into bacon.

These recent zombies are obviously the work of a necrophile. They are very aggressive, which has forced the ratman leader to be very careful when he goes out to scavenge for the past few days.

Skaven leaders often carry a few extra pieces of meat before going out, either to feed hungry wandering ghouls to avoid conflicts, or to strike a deal with idle rot lizards and hire them as bodyguards.

Those rotten lizards were degenerated from escaped lizardman slaves and were even less welcome than the ratmen. Not to mention being treated as servants, even their status as "humans" was not recognized. They were only fit to hide in dark caves and desperate places where monsters rested. Therefore, the ratman chief had the capital to "discriminate" against them.

Today, Chloe happened to see the ratman leader being attacked by a zombie and using human flesh to appease it, which led to the scene of "confiscation of property and extermination of the clan".

Chloe's expression shifted between gloom and brightness. She couldn't tell the truth from the ratman's words, nor did she care. If the princess hadn't been there, she wouldn't have bothered to waste time talking to an Imperial rat.

This spider moth didn't have any hatred towards the empire, but in the common people's simple perception, the empire's rats were just like those dog officials. If they were all shot, there would definitely be some innocent people. If eight out of ten were shot, there would still be some that slipped through the net!

"Anyway, you're feeding zombies with human flesh, which is a crime." Chloe was still angry and refused to let a mere mouse offend her.

"We didn't kill him!" The Ratman leader complained. "Go find whoever did it, why bother with us?"

"You!" Chloe became even angrier.

If the princess saw that she couldn't even handle a mouse, wouldn't that further solidify her label as a cultural desert?

Damn it, nothing good has ever happened since she was with this princess!

"Okay, Miss Rousseau, you go down first." Hestia stopped Chloe from arguing with her and asked the rat man, "What does that ghoul look like?"

"Oh, it's a little child, long and thin, with a dusty face," the ratman leader tried to describe. "I don't know why, but as soon as I got close to it, I felt a flood of hungry, angry memories, and some very strong, um... emotions flooding into my head. It was as if I could see into its brain."

Hearing this, even Chloe was stunned and muttered, "Isn't this the reaction of the bacterial curse spreading..."

"Are you sure you're talking about ghouls and not zombies?" Hestia asked.

"They're definitely ghouls!" the ratman leader swore. "Those zombies are all brainless deformed creatures. They might be toys made by some necrophiliac. They can't communicate at all!"

Chloe also calmed down at this time. She had some sense of the overall situation and would not miss the important things because of a little emotion.

"Your Highness, do you remember those addictive drugs containing bacteria and toxins?"

"Is this the clue?"

"The fungus virus carries the mark of the 'Wild Fungus Daughter,' born from the bewitching influence of the Fungus Mother. Its curse can cause the infected soul to transcend the Dream Realm and be devoured by the Fungus Mother, leaving behind only a shell with lingering instincts and memories, imbued with bewitching thoughts."

"But didn't you say that the imprint in the drug was modified and removed?"

"This only blocks the connection between the curse and the Daughter of the Wild Fungus. But what if someone exploits it and becomes the source of the enchantment?" Chloe analyzed carefully. "The enchantment within the zombies carries a certain excessive desire, resentment, hatred, and rage. This doesn't originally belong to the enchantment of the Fungus Mother. And didn't Your Highness discover signs of the other worms long ago?"

"Then another worm added a new temptation to the curse." Clara said in a deep voice.

She knew who the worm was, but she couldn't catch it right away.

"Interesting, so we are handling such a big case? This is much more fulfilling than suppressing those troublemakers-" Utana smiled happily.

"So how did you track it down here?" Hestia asked.

"I snuck into Garcia's lab and extracted his scent from a journal signed by Maxime Vallee." Clay raised her chin proudly. The twenty-year-old woman was quite childish. "Also, I found a note with strange words written on it."

As he spoke, he took out the note and handed it to the princess.

Hestia took it and looked at it. There were crooked words on it and it was unreadable.

"What does this say?" asked the princess.

"The Dark Elf's secret text should be the key to some ritual," Chloe translated. "'Kinkillers live, hybrids survive, those who hate inherit, those who seek the truth are immortal, those who are resurrected are reborn, in the hope of a filthy life.'"

She translated with clear pronunciation and a slight literary Shia accent.

"How do you know this?" Hestia frowned.

"Of course I understand! I'm learning!" Chloe was very happy to have her name cleared.

Hestia suddenly remembered something and asked suspiciously, "Could it be that she is using her body to ask one of her sisters for guidance?"

"You know all this!" Chloe's eyes widened. "You have spies in the sorority, but this, this, this, this is impossible!"

There is no way there will be a traitor in the Cocoon Sisterhood.

The sisters, mothers and cocoon girls are a solid entity connected by emotional ties. They share strength, paths and sincere love. To put it bluntly, even if the princess herself goes to the sisterhood as a spy, once she is trapped in the cocoon where no one can help her, she will also become like her sisters and cannot extricate herself!

When you go in, you're full of praise for your achievements, but when you come out, I'm afraid the only thing left in your mind is "Sister, you smell so good."

But if there were no spies, how could the princess know these secrets?

While sharing power, the Cocoon Sisters also have a certain probability of passing on knowledge. It will be gradually forgotten over time, but sometimes it will suddenly appear in the form of instinct.

This is a top secret that cannot be passed on to others, and it is a hidden treasure that is difficult to uncover even on the path of wisdom.

"Hmph." Hestia sneered.

Chloe's expression changed again and again, wondering if the princess had really uncovered a team belonging to Lian Di's sister and mother.

But that doesn't make sense.

Unless the princess is accepted into the group and her sisters, mother, and maiden share the same love with her, the sisters would rather turn to ashes than tell such a secret.

For a moment, Chloe couldn't figure out whether the princess had really humiliated her sisters cruelly, tortured them for information with dirty means, or captured the hearts of an entire group.

But if the princess was hostile, how could she chat and laugh here?

I can't tell the difference. I can't tell the difference at all.

"Um, Your Highness, are my sisters okay?" Chloe asked nervously.

"You mean the sisters from the orphanage?"

"As expected! Your Highness, please let me go..."

"They are very nice. As for whether we can chat well or not, it depends on your performance." The witch Hestia smiled slyly, "As expected."

"I'll do anything! Even, even if it's..." Chloe muttered in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, "the kind of honesty of taking off all your clothes, I will lick your feet."

"Get your dirty hands out of the sewer! Who asked you to do anything?" Hestia's face darkened, and she changed the subject with disdain. "Didn't you say you traced Valais' scent here? The fact that we met here means those little bugs can't be too far away. Hurry and use your dog nose to find them for me!"

Volume 53: Dreamer: . Possession

Dreams can reveal traces of the changing nature of spirits, but these traces are mostly similar to the "smell" left behind by animals after they move.

Therefore, even though Hestia already felt that the target was not far away, she still needed the sharp and experienced Chloe and the ratmen who were familiar with the underground as guides.

At the same time, this is also a test of the "loyalty" of the ratmen. If these rats are really reliable, then her ratmen migration plan can be put on the agenda.

In the future, all places where rebellions are fierce must have a sufficient number of ratmen deployed, so that the Empire can balance the forces of all parties as an arbitrator.

As expected, ten minutes later, Chloe and the Ratman Chief found a wall of distinct colors at a fork in the road.

Although made of similar stone to the surrounding walls, it lacks the marks of sewage contamination and fungal growth that inevitably show the rising water level during flood and rainy seasons.

“There’s room behind this wall.”

Chloe checked and made enough room for Clara.

"Order everyone to be on alert." Hestia said with a serious expression.

In the Witch's Book, she saw a completely different scene from the ritual classroom: a swollen, bloody sac of flesh and blood, fertilized with bloody cartilage, but without the tangled orange-red body.

She had seen this kind of corrupt spirit in the ritual classroom and in the reception room where Academician Garcia was entertained, and she was sure that what she was facing now was the rat that had been hiding in the shadows before.

But how did it hide without being discovered?

Hestia activated the "Eye of Truth" she had borrowed from the Elf Mechanic. In an instant, countless dark red lines filled the sewer, and invisible barriers spread along the lines, blocking her from further prying.

Hestia warned, "Be careful of traps."

Clara nodded, slightly retracted her elbow, and with a swift punch, she knocked down the front wall, revealing a depressing space behind filled with the smell of disinfectant and rotting meat.

The space contained dozens of glass jars filled with preservatives, each containing swollen biological remains. Specimen-like bodies were displayed in the recesses, and a woman's soft humming could be heard from the central operating table.

The woman, wearing a ghost robe, turned her back to the crowd and put down the tweezers in her hand. The pupils on the stone platform regained their luster.

"You arrived faster than I expected." The woman turned around, her face hidden in the shadow of her hood.

But Hestia recognized her voice.

In the secret chamber beneath Lord Pavas's tomb, there is a mysterious cultivator who studies the art of refining blood and flesh, and playing with corpses.

At first, Iyana used his blood as a medium to control him alive, and was only a hair's breadth away from killing him. But he reacted at the last moment and fled into the sewer at the cost of all his blood.

Hestia thought she would suffer a serious trauma, but she never expected to recover so quickly.

"Are you a worm?" Hestia asked uncertainly.

"No, I'm not," the woman said with a faint smile. "I'm just a poor soul who longs for the mercy of truth."