The Gentleman at the End-Chapter 774 - 772: Train

Redundant Intestine Company has always utilized the most ancient method of transportation—the "World Intestine."

That is, they use the ancient intestines that spread throughout the Old World for barrier-free transportation. These intestines, though possessing strong extensibility and corrosion resistance among other traits,

are inevitably subject to aging or damage from external factors after being buried underground for so many years, not to mention having undergone that war.

Therefore, maintaining each segment of the current World Intestine comes at great cost, and with the rise of the Black Ascaris Company and the dwindling population of the Old World, Redundant Intestine Company has begun to struggle and has abandoned 60% of the non-essential intestines.

At present,

a brown train, resembling a segmented worm, is racing along a segment of the ancient intestine that has undergone numerous maintenances, with many suture marks even visible on the surface of the intestine. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

If it weren’t for the fact that this intestine led to the Monastery, it would have been discarded by the Redundant Intestine Company long ago.

The train is filled with special cargo for the Monastery, some of which are sealed with multi-layered intestines and even stamped with a ’top secret’ seal, while some regular goods that can be publicly disclosed are scattered directly in the carriage.

Yi Chen and Nash are squeezed into a carriage filled with discarded metal,

which Yi Chen regards as nothing more than scrap iron collected from various civilian homes, or even from slaves, much of it already rusty and emitting various odors.

However, in the Old World, places with semi-living structure and blocked by rules, metal ore is naturally scarce, and the illnesses corresponding to the Monastery are exactly related to metal, so recycling scrap metal is sort of justified.

Yi Chen also took out the ancient metal card he’d purchased from the Duke and examined it over and over, clearly sensing the pain factor contained within the card.

"Suffering Monastery, a source epidemic area specially authorized by the Old World, functions quite like a [police station]. With even greater power, as long as the Old World detects any individual who may harm the development of the world or is making serious threats, they will be marked by the Monastery and captured.

I wonder what the Old World’s police station is like."

As Yi Chen was talking to himself, Nash, who was uncomfortable due to the surrounding scrap iron, suddenly looked over, "Boss! Where did you get this thing?"

"This? Bought it from the Duke."

"Let me see... I’m not entirely sure, but I have a slight impression!"

Nash took the somewhat prickly metal card, and though the inscriptions on it were worn by the years, Nash still slowly searched his memory for something.

"Could this be... the identity card of a Great Prison Monk?"

"Great Prison Monk?"

"They’re the wardens of the Monastery’s prison, their status equivalent to the ’Seven Marquis’ whom Boss William killed. However, unlike the Seven Marquis, High Table Knights who are the ’Under the King’ entities,

the Great Prison Monks have no freedom. They must guard the prison for life to ensure its stability. They only emerge from the depths to quickly erase external threats when the Monastery faces severe danger.

This identity card, judging by its era, likely belonged to an ancient Great Prison Monk. If it comes from the Duke, it’s very possible that it belonged to a casualty from that invasion war.

Returning such an important object to the Monastery could indeed grant a certain visitation right... Speaking of which, Boss Yi Chen, why did you choose to go to the Monastery, and why did you deliberately keep it from Boss William?"

Nash had been burying this question in his heart the whole trip and couldn’t help but ask.

"Just a suggestion from the Duke, he told me to choose the Monastery over the Original Tomb," Yi Chen responded simply and did not directly say why he hid it from William.

Nash didn’t ponder further, his focus of thinking shifted towards the ’destination’ and he quickly realized something.

"The Duke suggested that Boss Yi Chen go to the Monastery to comprehend death... Could it mean! He’s intending for you to meet that person!"

Nash suddenly tensed up, with sweat constantly seeping from his forehead.

"You know him?"

"I don’t... I am an individual born in the new era, I don’t know the characters from the past! But when I was working as a director for [J], I heard them—the other directors—talk about old times, and this former leader of the Death Plague Knights was often mentioned as a major figure by them.

It’s said that among the ’Under the King’ characters of that time, he was considered second to none, with no one daring to claim first.

The Death Plague Knights led by him even made the entire Old World tremble with fear, and even the Honored Tumor Knight Order under the Cancer Palace’s command dared not confront them directly.

Several source epidemic areas even signed a collective resistance against death threats, agreeing to strike back together whenever threatened with death.

He was also one of the most valiant and skilled warriors during the war,

Rumors had it that this person, leading the Death Plague Knights, slew a vast number of invaders and secured victories at several key battle nodes, significantly slowing down the rate at which the Old World was sealed off.

Anyway, according to rumors, that person was extremely terrifying.

Many even believed that during his imprisonment, he had broken through to the level of a Plague Master. Most importantly, he had gone completely mad due to the influence of secret techniques from beyond this realm and was extremely dangerous.

Such a being would necessarily be imprisoned at the very bottom of the Monastery, guarded by a host of Great Prison Monks and possibly the abbot himself along with the will of the Old World. We probably can’t make contact with this person."

"Let’s just head over first,"

Yi Chen never preoccupied himself with issues of insufficient intelligence information. Since they had the qualification to enter the Monastery, they would figure things out upon arrival.

While the two conversed idly, the humidity in the cabin rose once more, visibly irritating Yi Chen.

"Sticky little..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a drop of salty seawater fell from above his head.

Following that,

ten heads with octopus tentacles fell, each with differently colored legs, some black, some white, some red, some green,

some were so bloated they leaked water, others writhed like delicate waterweeds,

The woman at their lead, with a red mark between her brows, had even more voluptuous and deep red tentacles, each suction cup large enough to envelop a head.

It was Lia Roman, an old acquaintance they had seen before.

She spoke with a cheery smile, "What a coincidence! I was planning on taking my daughters on a tour to the Monastery. I didn’t expect to run into you again here.

Since we’re so fated, why don’t we form a small team?"

Yi Chen simply closed his eyes, leaned back, and rested against the carriage wall, offering no response.

"Seriously, considering Mr. Yi’s stellar performance and the fact that you played the role of my daughter during the show, I was thinking of offering some convenient assistance to you.

I have quite a few connections in the Monastery; I know some of the contemporary Great Prison Monks, and it’s not impossible to take a look at the prisoners inside."

These words even moved Nash, who nudged Yi Chen gently with his elbow, but the latter remained expressionless, responding coldly,

"There should be other compartments with space available. Would Ms. Roman mind taking your daughters there? This one is already occupied by Nash and me, and it would be quite uncomfortable if it were too cramped."

"Well, don’t say I didn’t offer when you regret it later," Lia’s expression changed as she turned and led her daughters away.

The seawater receded, the aura vanished.

Nash looked puzzled, "Big Yi, this kind of connection feels like it could be useful! If she’s really willing to help, maybe it could make it easier for you to quickly reach the detention levels of the Monastery."

"Never trust someone who’s willing to do something for you right after meeting them."

"Ah... Big Yi, are you talking about me?"

Soon, the large intestine train came to a halt.

Passengers needed to disembark here, and from this point on, the cargo would be directly delivered to the interior of the Monastery.

As everyone made their way through the narrow passage back to the surface of the Old World, the sight that greeted them was a ’Monastery’ hugely different from the temple Yi Chen had associated with ’monks,’ in fact, they were not even of the same category.

If he had to describe them in one word, Yi Chen could only think of – [Hell].

Not only that,

A long queue stretched along the road not far off, where a multitude of Ascetic Monks were undertaking a pilgrimage on this path, a large portion of whom had already perished.