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Bo was a water ghost bound to the River Thames, including the tributaries upstream. Strictly speaking, his territory was much larger than Do’s. And since his territory included the tributaries, too, it expanded further during rainy seasons.
Londan’s drainage outlets connected to the Thames. Even without rain, Bo could move freely through the sewers. Apart from the pungent smell of domestic wastewater and the excessive heavy metal content in the industrial discharge, it was a perfect way to get around.
“Disgusting,” Wayne said with a grimace. “You stepped through shit to get here, didn’t you?”
Bo immediately defended himself. Although he was dead, he retained his good hygienic habits and had come through the flood drainage channels rather than the foul-smelling waste sewers. That reminded Wayne of something; Bo was a living map of the city’s sewage system and knew the layout better than anyone.
Of course, Veryl was just as knowledgeable.
As the best and only butler in Wayne’s heart, Veryl knew many tunnels not connected to the Thames. The private air raid shelters and underground passages for the wealthy were all of great strategic value.
With Bo serving as a living map, Wayne felt more confident about navigating the sewers, so he decisively changed his schedule. He would sleep and write his diary during the day and spend the nights in the sewers, familiarizing himself with the layout while looking for elemental particles seeking shelter.
Don’t be afraid, old friends. I’m...
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