The Last Gentleman
Chapter 591: 589: Planning

"It’s about time, contact Principal Desline and then head back..."

William shifted his gaze from the wall’s surface, pretending to turn and walk back into the city.

In reality, he had already begun slowly circulating the "Platinum Blood" within his body to send a signal to Desline, planning to teleport away as soon as he turned into some dark alley, confirming that no blood citizens were watching.

Hum!

Star Sensing went exceptionally smooth; Desline, who had prepared the Array in advance outside, easily received the signal and was ready to perform the personal transmission at any time.

William’s eyes were locked about fifty meters away, on the narrow crevice between two buildings, where the slightest penetration of moonlight through the crevice would also help conceal his form.

Just as William was approaching the alley, his mind was contemplating how to quickly and succinctly report the situation here to the organization, something sped toward him while using some high-rank method to conceal its form.

Snap!

William’s right hand was suddenly grabbed, and he felt a sharp pain at the same time.

However, William’s complete biological instinct had already detected it beforehand, and he severed the Platinum Blood circulating within his body before the other party could grab him, interrupting the connection with the Principal.

Turning his head, he saw a lady wearing a pale wig, her right hand now sprouting a structure similar to a leech, sucking William’s blood to confirm his identity.

"Silver Circle Patient! An Earl, perhaps..." William was inwardly shocked, but it did not affect his outward expression.

The lady’s other hand held a fan to her face, covering her mouth and nose.

"A newcomer who just went through a Blood Transformation? Your blood is quite fresh... but your behavior is suspicious, standing in front of the city wall for precisely thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds."

"I’m just quite interested in architecture, and I was deeply captivated by the beauty of the ’Blood Bag Wall’ when I saw it for the first time."

"Oh, architecture? Perhaps you could become a ’Blood Master’... However, typically, newcomers end up as the lowest slaves and wouldn’t have the freedom like you to be idly observing the wall.

Moreover, you’ve been blessed with such a handsome face and a strong physique, the Earl, myself, has taken some interest. Surely a noble must have bought you?"

With that,

The lady’s fan began to tremble, and several leech-like tongues emerged from beneath, aiming for William’s brain. This time, she was not only conducting a blood test but also intending to invade his brain and extract memories.

William, with his head lowered, was ready to fight his way out.

Just as the leech-like tongues were about to touch him, a voice sounded from beside him:

"Isn’t that Countess Olinka? We just saw each other at the meeting; I’m so sorry, has my servant troubled you?"

The tongues retracted,

The Countess turned to look towards the source of the voice, which belonged to Viscount Dimitri, a man with a feminine face who had recently garnered favor from those above.

"Why is your servant wandering around outside?"

"Wasn’t I in a meeting? He served me very well last night, so as a reward, I allowed him to stroll alone. Never thought he’d actually come to see the walls.

William is quite obedient; he wouldn’t have caused any trouble for you, right? If there has been any offense, I’ll execute him on the spot right now."

’Viscount Dimitri’ took a quick step forward and skillfully pinched William’s buttocks.

This scene made the Countess blush with delight, "It seems I have wronged him, I’m so sorry~ the unusual moonlight tonight has made me a bit on edge."

"It’s understandable; we need to be as cautious as possible right now. Even if the threat of this side of the world is just a bunch of lowly humans, we cannot lower our guard.

Well then~ I’ll be taking him back now, farewell, Countess."

’Viscount Dimitri’ elegantly kissed the Countess’s hand upon leaving, the Blood Plague resonance transferred through the lips left her very satisfied.

"Not bad, you should be able to advance to the ranks of an Earl very soon."

After parting with the Countess, William followed behind the Viscount like a manservant until they returned to the Official Residence, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The Viscount’s face morphed back into Lorrian’s appearance.

"William, making mistakes again... Had the moonlight not reminded me and I hadn’t intervened in time, things could have gotten very complicated."

"The quality of the Blood citizens was higher than I had anticipated. The Crimson Nobles actually conducted surveillance of the city themselves. Merely standing by the high wall for an extended period was enough to draw the Countess’s attention. She was also extremely cautious in conducting a body fluid check on me and even wanted to absorb my memory."

"It was indeed my carelessness, this group of Blood citizens is very cautious. We must take this into account for our subsequent plan to retake the city."

"Let’s get moving. Don’t make any more mistakes... William."

"Thank you, Lorrian."

With the Star Sensing connection reestablished, a "Pure White Gate" appeared behind him.

William waved goodbye while stepping backward through the space door and returned to the mountaintop ten kilometers away,

Principal Desline, floating in the air, finally felt relieved to see William’s safe return, but she still maintained a high-spirited tone, "William, why did the connection suddenly break earlier? Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Indeed, I almost did. Thankfully a friend helped me out."

"Moon...?"

"Yes, he intentionally stayed behind. He will cooperate with us to execute the retake plan when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, the Principal immediately perked up, "We can execute the plan? Does that mean the garrison’s numbers are within controllable limits?"

"Yes... ten Earls and a legendary ’Seven Marquis’. With my friend inside to assist us, we shouldn’t have much trouble. However, there are still many issues that need to be discussed at the meeting. Let’s hurry back."

...

[Flumouth - Frontal Sanatorium]

The investigation of Zion took only six hours, and not a single gentleman in the conference room had left their seat, waiting for William’s return; at most, they rested in their chairs.

As William and the Principal returned to the conference room, all eyes were on them, and some even murmured quietly, speculating that the brief time meant their mission had likely failed.

Even Doctor Araus could hardly wait and inquired as soon as they took their seats, "What’s the situation?"

Desline turned to William, "I was only responsible for providing Star Transmission. The investigation was carried out by William alone... He disguised himself as a Blood citizen and successfully infiltrated Zion, completing the intelligence we needed."

These words caused a stir in the crowd,

Even Mr. Asimov, who was filing his nails with a Surgical Knife, Special Record Combat Power, paused, "It’s not easy to disguise as a Blood citizen. Those guys never look at faces or auras; they recognize people solely through blood."

"That’s right, which is why I underwent a Blood Exchange... Mr. Asimov, you work at the Monastery, so you should be able to tell my current blood situation, right?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than, whoosh! An invisible Surgical Knife flashed through the room,

William’s palm was slashed, barely breaking through the true skin,

A drop of blood had already fallen onto Asimov’s fingertip and he carefully tasted it, his eyes lighting up.

"You eliminated the pathogenicity of the Blood Plague but retained its original features... no, you’ve created entirely new blood using the Blood Plague as a sample through a special method! Your body is indeed very special."

"Thank you for the compliment. I’ll go ahead and introduce the situation ’in New Zion’ then."

Without resorting to oral presentation, William chose a more direct approach.

He took off his suit and spread his hands over the table to display it.

The Skin thrummed,

Lines in different parts of the suit began to rise and take shape, the support between lines, the weaving, and the detailing eventually formed a scale model of ’New Zion’, with the Blood Bag Wall simulated incredibly realistically, even complete with flowing blood, blood clots, and vascular structures.

"Skin!"

The attendees were not only astonished at how well William understood the interior of Zion, but also how his Skin was unaffected by the ’Pulse Towers’.

"Ten Silver Circle members and one ’Seven Marquis’; with numbers like that, we stand a fair chance in battle. If we can quickly seal the ’Pathway’ and cut off the enemy reinforcements, and if we can rescue teacher Zede, our combat power can match or even exceed theirs.

The biggest problem now is this wall that meets the standards of the Source Plague area, merging the attributes of Skin Factory and Blood citizens.

I can only remove the Skin covering the outer wall, but how to break through the inner blood structure? How to tear open an entrance that allows the entire organization’s forces to enter is something we must rely on you all for."

Asimov, touching the city wall simulated by William’s suit, declared outright, "As long as your information about the city wall is accurate, and you can clear the outer layer of Skin structure, I can quickly open a path for everyone.

Cutting is precisely what I’m good at."