Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 172 The Town of Destiny
This is a small village that can't be found on the map. Although it is not far from New York State, it is a real three-way zone.

The small village is surrounded by water on three sides. A meandering river no more than seven or eight meters wide forms a small natural harbor here, and on the other side is an endless plain.The large traditional old-fashioned pasture here seems to have returned to the Middle Ages. Hundreds of cattle and sheep are scattered in the pasture, which looks like a rural pastoral style.

"The smell of blood is coming from over there!" Daredevil Matt Murdock pointed to a short distance away, "Who can tell me what's there?"

"You guessed it right, Matt, it's a big slaughterhouse!" Carrie hurriedly replied, "The smell really...reminds me of the port of Dunkirk!"

"Carrie, what kind of brain circuit do you have to associate a slaughterhouse with the World War?" Erica squinted her eyes and looked around, and said casually, "There are really enough people in this village. Few, I didn’t see many people in broad daylight.”

The four walked from outside the village to the small square at the head of the village. Except for the beautiful girl who just came out to fetch water, there was no pedestrian on the road.Instead, someone was walking around the house, opening the curtains a little and looking out, constantly sizing up the strangers who walked into the village.

"It's a strange village!" Erica said in a low voice. "It's clear that the river is polluted, but these people would rather draw water from the polluted water source than dig a well in the village. What's the reason?"

"Maybe the villagers are used to it!" Matt said a cold joke, "The smell of the river smells a bit strange, a little bit of blood, plus a bit of rancid smell, like the upper reaches of the river every day dead."

"If it is as Matt said, that is to say, the biggest source of pollution in this small river is the slaughterhouse that passed by just now." Cous frowned, "But it doesn't make sense at all, even if the slaughterhouse pollutes the water source, Why don't the villagers take a few more steps to fetch water from the upper reaches of the river?"

Erica explained enthusiastically: "I know a country whose main river is full of corpses, feces, chemical wastewater, acid-base solution...but their people still drink the water from that river every day, raw water , the uncooked kind!"

"Oh, is there such a country?" Matt Murdoch sighed sincerely, "Compared to that, I now feel that Hell's Kitchen is really clean! At least I don't have to worry about meeting people when I go out the next day. to a cholera patient."

"Yes!" Cows nodded, "There is such a country, which is the third most powerful country in the world. It is said that their people can see gods after drinking the water from the Ganges River!"

"Hey, what are you doing?" A rude voice rang out.

From a warehouse not far away, a strong bald man with a short-sleeved T-shirt and dirty jeans, holding a large wrench in his hand, stared at the four of them with vicious eyes.

"We're passing by!" Cows stepped forward and said politely, "Just out of curiosity... If you think it's affecting you, then we'll leave immediately!"

"Get lost!" The bald man waved his hand impatiently, "No outsiders are welcome here, even if there are women!"

Kous was bored, and exchanged glances with Erica, "Let's go now!"

A few people walked out of the village, Matt Murdoch muttered something in a low voice, and suddenly raised his head: "This is a good guy, he only has the bloody smell of livestock."

"What are you talking about?" Erica frowned.

When she walked near the slaughterhouse, she finally understood what Murdoch meant, and her face suddenly changed.

"Only livestock, you mean..."

Murdoch nodded: "Yes, that's what you think!"

"What about the little girl from before?"

"No, nothing!" Matt Murdoch shook his head, "Compared to the gentleman over there, that little girl is as pure as an angel!"

A tall old man came from the entrance of the village. His dark complexion was covered with age spots, his hair was gray, and he had a pleasant smile. He was smiling and walking towards the crowd.

"Hello, foreign guests!" He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, looking very graceful.

"Welcome to the town of fate, I am the mayor here, Morgan F. Sloan."

"I'm Kaus." Kaus nodded politely.

"My name is Carrie!"

"Matt Murdoch!"

"Erica..."

Hearing the name "Erica", the old black man's glasses suddenly sparkled, his face changed slightly, and he immediately returned to his normal demeanor.

Cows keenly noticed the old man's wording, "Fate Town?" He looked around and made a big gesture, "Is it all in this area?"

"Yes, we still have a few factories in front, and a large manor behind." The old man shrugged, "We are a small town with more than 800 residents, and there must be industries to support them."

Not far away, villagers came out of the houses one after another. They gathered together in twos and threes, but looked towards the village from afar, as if they were very interested in the four outsiders.

Factories, manors, farms, Sloan... Cous suddenly felt that this situation seemed a little familiar, and he tentatively asked, "The factories that match the farms, should they be textile factories or leather factories?"

"Oh, wise young man, you are right. We do have a pretty good textile factory!" Old man Sloan seemed a little happy, "Guests, it is obviously fate that you can come here. Now it has arrived At noon, if you have no other arrangements, I would like to invite you to have lunch together!"

Textile factory?No wonder this little river is polluted...

wrong!

There were more and more people on the road, and Matt Murdoch's face changed completely.Most keenly, he already clearly felt the murderous and bloody aura of these people. He didn't know what kind of place he was in, let alone why these people gathered in such a small town.

Cous relaxed instead.

The scary thing is the unknown, but if the other party knows everything, then it doesn't matter.What's more, with Jiali and him, the whole town is not a rival.

He has already recalled all of them. No wonder this small village always gives people a sense of disobedience, but this scene seems a little familiar.

Not every small village or small town that is mainly engaged in animal husbandry owns a textile factory, and most importantly, not every textile factory is owned by Sloan.

Not every textile factory has a loom of destiny that has been passed down for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)