The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 582 - 580: Sanatorium and Teacher

Chapter 582: Chapter 580: Sanatorium and Teacher

"The Seven Marquis, belonging to the strongest blood citizens of the Plague Master...this..."

William had not expected to face such a high level of difficulty as soon as he completed his path and returned.

"Right, where’s Teacher Zede? With his character, he would not choose to evacuate... Plus, his spiritual disorder has always been present, so encountering a strong enemy might cause him to lose control."

"It seems you understand your teacher very well.

Zede is terrifyingly powerful, even surpassing the entire organization. It was Zede’s reinforcements that forced one of the Seven Marquis to confront him personally, and in the end, he was sealed by other nobles through some special means.

It was during the time Zede bought for us that we were able to transfer more gentlemen out of the city."

"Teacher... was sealed! How long has it been since the evacuation?"

"Four months."

Hearing this, William could no longer sit still. He wanted to rush into Zion right now and rescue his teacher.

"William! Stay calm... Whether it’s me, Martin, or Marko, through different divination methods, we can be sure that Zede is still alive, although not in good condition, he’s at least holding on.

Don’t rush. We are currently consolidating our forces. Reagan returned a month ago, and now your and Jin’s return is enough for us to reassess our combined combat power.

Once we determine that our combat power is up to par, we will establish a rescue plan, and the premise of that plan must be rescuing survivors, especially Galon and Zede.

Whether we can take back Zion depends on the situation, as four months have passed and there are many factors to consider.

Our only advantage at the moment is that blood citizens are restricted near the passageway due to transfer limitations. They can’t leave an area more than five kilometers from Zion,

which means we are absolutely safe right now. We can catch our breath and take our time to devise a battle plan."

"Alright, I still have a lot to do... You two go down first.

Ask the other prophets or instructors, doctors, and the like, to quickly get you up to speed on Flumouth and the remaining combat power situation."

"Okay... Reagan actually came back a month early, huh?" William could see that the principal hadn’t slept for several days, "After I get a rough idea of the situation, I’ll come to help you with stargazing."

"It’s already great that you managed to return in time, William."

As the two left the top of the bell tower, William deliberately passed by the principal, and words meant only for the two of them to hear were exchanged.

"Principal, leave this matter to me..."

Between his words, the essence of Madness Brain seeped in, allowing Desline, who had been tensed for a long time, to relax.

[The original first city - Flumouth]

The G&D Organization had always been considering the possibility that the First Gentleman might lose control and that the Skin Factory might enforce its rule over the organization, leading to the pathological transformation of all members.

If the root issue arises from the Divine Skin Mansion at the city’s center, or if it involves the gentleman’s clothes everyone wears, then all the geographic conditions of Zion and all the defensive fortifications set up would be of no use.

Hence, a hundred years ago, the organization began searching for a sanctuary capable of facilitating gentleman transfers, ranking the large cities they managed based on geographical location, gentleman development, and other factors.

In the end, Flumouth was ranked first and chosen as the sanctuary for special periods.

On a regular basis, the organization would send many gentlemen to Flumouth to carry out ’Zionization’ reforms, building power stations, laying electrical circuits, and stockpiling resources, among others.

And coincidentally, Flumouth was also the hometown of the newly appointed First Gentleman - the Insomniac, Galon, who was born in the most famous mental hospital here - the Frontal Sanatorium.

Many of the organization’s spiritually related gentlemen come from this sanatorium.

As William and Jin descended from the bell tower, the brightly lit streets and the diverse crowd were more prosperous than they had imagined and lacked the refugee scene of an imminent apocalypse that they had anticipated.

"Four months have passed since the evacuation from Zion, and with the blood citizens constrained near the passageway, the people who fled here have slowly begun to adapt to life here... I suppose that’s reasonable."

Jin suddenly realized something, sizing up William, "Oh right! Speaking of which, why is your gentleman’s clothes unaffected by any of this?"

"Ah? This... Well, it’s a secret."

"Can’t you even tell me?"

"No, it’s related to a contract I signed, and speaking of it could be deadly."

"Eh~ that many secrets, huh?" Jin didn’t press any further but took the discussion to the issue with Skin, "I’m just saying, ’Gentleman’s Skin’ can’t be trusted~ Zion, as the breeding ground of the Skin Factory, was bound to have issues."

William directly retorted, "And aren’t you using the Skin as an essential bearing material for your knight armor?"

"It’s just that I’ve gotten used to it, and besides, each Source Epidemic Area in the Old World has its advantages. I have to say, the Skin Sacks produced by the Skin Factory are very suitable for lightweight modifications.

The armor materials from Cancer Palace are too heavy to be used as core components in most cases.

Alright, I’m going to Cesimani first to see if I can find a suitable fighting suit to wear for now, William, are you coming with me?"

"Hmm... let’s go see Mr. Yuri."

Just as William was about to search for Cesimani’s temporary base with Jin, an owl suddenly flew over.

Who-who-who~ The owl’s claws landed steadily on William’s shoulder, hooting incessantly.

"Jin, go to Cesimani ahead of me and give my regards to Instructor Beili and Prophet Yuri, I’ll come after."

"Alright~ Just remember to come find me quickly, I’m afraid I can’t control my emotions and might just go off to Zion by myself."

"Okay."

Following the direction of the owl, William quickly arrived at the central building of Flumouth—the [Frontal Sanatorium].

This mental asylum is now completely shut down and has been requisitioned as the Organization’s comprehensive office building,

William even saw many exaggeratedly styled comic advertisements at the entrance, suggesting that the sanatorium would provide the highest quality, most cutting-edge services to any patient who passed the test and was admitted.

Essentially, it’s a screening for psychic talents; if one could demonstrate extraordinary spiritual power within the required years of residence, they would be directly sent to Zion for the Gentleman trials.

However, this mechanism now needs to be put on hold.

Pushing open the doors of the sanatorium, William was greeted by an archway with walls covered in white square tiles, giving off a strong sense of old and vintage charm.

Due to the massive overhaul of the Power Station, there is a clear deficiency in electricity supply; only one in every three bulbs would light up, and even ones that were lit flickered erratically due to unstable voltage.

The spiritual remnants left in the crevices of bricks, corners of walls, or in the air by former psychiatric patients would occasionally emit strange screams, laughter, or whispers,

creating an incredibly eerie scene that would have convinced William, when he first joined the Organization, that this was indeed a Pathological place.

Following the owl up the old escalator to an office on the fifth floor.

The white-haired Qian Bosen was sitting inside, organizing files related to the Gentlemen’s relocation. Although his movements were swift and his eyes piercing, William could clearly sense that his mentor had aged significantly.

When William entered the room, Qian Bosen also quickly rose with the help of his Gentleman’s cane.

"William... not bad..."

"Teacher, how is your health?"

"Just need some time to rest and get accustomed to a life without [Skin] to slowly recover~ I’ve been too dependent on Skin Sacks, and this is the price.

Come on, I’ll quickly brief you on the situation in Flumouth.

Now that you and Jin are back, I suspect the Organization will soon take action."

"Teacher, the incident this time caused all Skin Sacks to fail, is President Tailor Spacy... alright?"

When mentioning this name, Qian Bosen’s gaze noticeably changed.

"Spacy’s affinity with Skin exceeded their expectations. Since the [First Impact] was transmitted through the not yet completed Pulse Tower, the High-Rank Skin Sacks Spacy took directly from the Skin Factory were affected less.

It also made him realize that if the Pulse Tower isn’t destroyed, by the time it’s fully constructed, the Organization would disintegrate, and all Gentlemen who rely on Skin Sacks would become invalid.

He spared no effort to destroy the Pulse Tower’s construction, but in the end, he was slain by the Crimson Nobles...

Upon his death, Spacy also tried to turn himself into a Skin solution to flow into the building, delaying the construction of the Pulse Tower as much as possible, buying us much-needed time to evacuate."

"Spacy... died!"

William’s pupils dilated instantly as he clutched the ’Skin Sack Bible’ he had borrowed from Spacy, and a surge of powerful negative emotions welled up inside him.

Even two eerie hands seemed to float under his Skin, trying to cover William’s face.

This commotion made Qian Bosen step back repeatedly, as the student in front of him became increasingly unfamiliar.

In the end, William suppressed the negative emotions within and returned to normal, but he was still grinding his teeth, his fingernails even penetrating the flesh of his palms, blood dripping down.

"Not a single one of those blood-folk will be spared..."