I cultivate mushrooms in warhammer

Lower Nest, the Ruins.

Accompanying the explosion that turned the entire Seventh District into ruins, countless pipes protruded from the fractured walls.

The pipes varied in size, the smallest being only a few centimeters in diameter, while the largest could reach hundreds of meters.

The most concentrated area of pipes was the Seventh District's pipe hub.

Imagine a massive wall, over three hundred meters high, covered with densely packed pipe openings; such a sight would surely trigger trypophobia.

From a distance, the pipe hub resembled thriving coral, with a vast number of openings and horizontally extending pipes forming a massive coral reef.

The Ruin Dwellers had several names for this place: Coral Highlands, Coral Cliff, Pipe Cliff, and so on.

The most popular was Pipe Cliff, which was both descriptive and fitting.

Here, the pipe openings were the entrances to streets, the pipes themselves were the streets, and the pipes were connected by hidden passages and man-made ladders.

Various factions occupied one or more pipes as their territory.

The ten most intact, sturdy, and spacious pipes were occupied by the three most powerful factions in the Ruins.

These three factions often engaged in firefights to seize pipes.

The Water Extraction Gang was one of them.

They had been keeping a low profile recently, not even bothering to reclaim the two pipes that had been seized by the other two factions.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but they were currently hosting a distinguished guest.

"Damn it, damn it! That damned fighter servitor almost killed me!"

The two-headed man, O'Kalin, was scorched and charred by electricity.

He clutched his blackened wounds, howling inside the Water Extraction Gang's hall.

Trickles of blood flowed from between his fingers, mixed with maggots writhing in the blood.

This sight made the core members of the Water Extraction Gang's hair stand on end.

They didn't dare to leave without permission, and could only lower their heads and silently endure the noise and the foul smell in the air.

The Water Extraction Gang leader's left eye was a prosthetic, and his right eye wore a pirate captain-style black eyepatch.

His face was covered in scars, making him look fierce, but at this moment, he was nodding and bowing like an obedient little rabbit, fawning with a flattering smile at the two-headed man:

"Sir, the doctor I hired for you has arrived. Please move to your room. There, hot water, food, and medicine are all available, and you can get plenty of rest without being disturbed."

"Rest?" The two-headed man grabbed the one-eyed leader by the collar, spitting yellow-green saliva:

"One of my brothers was captured by those damned hyenas, and you want me to rest? To save him, the subordinates I painstakingly cultivated were also lost in the Eighth District. Idiot! You should immediately take people to snatch my brother back, instead of acting like a hypocrite here, wagging your tail like a lapdog!"

The one-eyed leader forced a smile, looking helpless and humble.

His appearance was vastly different from his usual fierce demeanor, and it could be said that he was ruining his image in the eyes of his gang members.

But he couldn't resist the person in front of him.

The other party was a Father of the Reconcilers, a special envoy sent by the Forefather.

If he displeased this master, the Water Extraction Gang's future supply of weapons and ammunition would be ruined.

For the sake of so many mouths to feed, he had to endure it.

"Yes, sir, I will take my brothers to the Eighth District immediately. Even if I have to risk my life, I will help you snatch your brother back!"

The one-eyed leader bent over, extended his right arm towards the carefully prepared guest room, and invited the two-headed man to rest again.

The two-headed man clutched his continuously bleeding, charred wound, a painful whimper escaping his throat.

As the adrenaline brought by anger subsided, the vitality that the Benevolent Father had given him could no longer resist the torment of pain.

He could only give up venting his anger and slowly walk towards the room.

Just as he was about to leave the hall, the two-headed man stopped and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Get me two strong men."

The one-eyed leader was stunned, not expecting the Reconciler's envoy to have such a taste.

Fortunately, he had been struggling in the Ruins for so many years, and had received many guests with strange hobbies, so he was prepared for this.

"You and you, come over here and serve this master well."

Two men wearing slightly smaller black jackets and leather pants walked out of the line, supporting the two-headed man on either side as they left.

The atmosphere in the hall eased slightly.

The one-eyed leader's deputy leaned in and asked:

"Boss, are we really going to fight in the Eighth District?"

"Fight? Fight my ass!" The one-eyed leader cursed in a low voice, pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, looking deep in thought:

"Our brothers are all just trying to make a living. Fighting the Eighth District is just courting death, isn't it? I suspect that after this incident, the Ruins are going to change. Watch and see, in at most a month, the Governor's troops will come and sweep away all of us vermin, and then it will be the Reconcilers' turn."

"Then what do we do?"

"Yes, Boss. You have to lead your brothers through this crisis!"

The core gang members chattered anxiously.

The one-eyed man separated the crowd and sat down on his chair, resting his elbows on his thighs, his eyes flashing rapidly:

"I want to get in touch with the important people in the Eighth District, does anyone have a connection?"

The crowd looked at each other, their expressions gloomy.

How could a group of lackeys wallowing in the cesspool of the Ruins have such a connection?

If they did, they would have gone to join them long ago.

The deputy thought for a moment and asked:

"Or, should we directly report that two-headed man to the Eighth District?"

The one-eyed man glanced at his deputy and smiled coldly:

"Heh, you can't get a good fart out of three sticks, that's you in a nutshell. Go ahead, you report him. When others ask you why there is a Reconciler Father in the Water Extraction Gang, I hope you can withstand the torture."

The deputy shuddered:

"Never mind, never mind, let's think of another way."

The hall fell silent, and a dark cloud loomed over everyone, ready to unleash thunder and lightning.

Someone said in a low voice:

"Boss, why don't we go find the Rat Skinners for help? I heard that they seem to have reached a deal with the people in the Eighth District and learned how to grow mushrooms…"

Before his subordinate could finish speaking, the one-eyed man's eyes lit up.

The Rat Skinners had multiplied in the Ruins and the Lower Nest for countless generations, and had survived countless purges, but they were still living well.

This indicates they have already mastered the art of survival, and there is likely one or more powerful backers behind them.

Getting them to connect me with important figures in the Eighth District would be a piece of cake, right?

"Someone, bring out the old wine I've been storing for three years from the warehouse."

One-Eye waved his hand, preparing to personally go to the Ratfolk's territory and enjoy a drink with the Ratfolk Elder.

The Water Transport Gang previously had some minor friction with the Ratfolk due to digging tunnels.

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But it doesn't matter; One-Eye is confident in resolving the conflict over a drink.

Thinking about it, the Ratfolk seem to particularly like farming.

Coincidentally, the Mihe Church has provided some fertilizer.

Giving these fertilizers to the Ratfolk will surely make them very happy.

"Also, bring me those few cans of stinky canned goods from the warehouse."

"Yes, Boss. Those cans are too smelly. I've been wanting to get rid of them for a long time. Giving them to the Ratfolk is perfect."

The deputy in charge of managing the warehouse ran off excitedly.

Boss One-Eye stood up from his chair with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

He was a little curious about who the Ratfolk's backer might be.

Could it be the force that taught them to grow mushrooms?

...

...

"Achoo~~"

Early morning, Upper Nest, First District.

The artificial sun shone brightly but not blindingly, bringing boundless brilliance to the Gothic-style garden city.

Li Nuo was dazzled by the light and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Sir, you have a new communication request." Brandi walked over with a tray holding the communicator.

Li Nuo sat at the dining table, enjoying breakfast in the sunlight, wearing a shirt and dark-colored trousers tailored by Brandi last night.

He put down his knife and fork, turned his head, and asked:

"Who's calling?"

"It's Miss Isabel of the Kram Family calling."

The expected answer.

To get the 100,000 Throne Coins as soon as possible, Li Nuo sent Isabel a text message before going to bed last night.

Picking up the communicator and pressing the answer button, Li Nuo had a brief conversation with Isabel on the other end of the phone.

Twenty minutes later, a car with the Kram Family crest stopped outside the door.

Li Nuo put on his coat, pushed the door open, and naturally got into the car, not showing any awkwardness of a Lower Nest resident encountering a noble's vehicle for the first time.

Isabel sat on the other side of the back seat.

She wore black corset attire, a light gray silk shirt, and a white pearl necklace that accentuated her slender neck. Her face was covered by a semi-transparent lace veil.

This outfit was extremely classical, making her look like a noble lady from the Victorian era.

"You seem to be adapting quite well," Isabel said with a faint smile.

"Thank you for the compliment. I spent a lot of effort adjusting my mindset and habits," Li Nuo replied with a smile.

Isabel is the third in line to inherit the Kram Family, the youngest daughter of the family head, and has received noble education since childhood.

Compared to the average noble offspring, Isabel is undoubtedly more outstanding.

She is willing to delve into the Lower Nest and personally manage the cigar factory, which is crucial to the family, and has already achieved considerable success.

All kinds of deeds show that she is not only an elegant and charming wealthy woman but also a successful person who is well-versed in the art of management.

"Li Nuo, do you have any plans for the 100,000 Throne Coins?" Isabel asked.

"I don't have any good ideas for the time being. I'd like to hear your suggestions." Li Nuo paused:

"Actually, I'm very eager to engage in research and development work. From the moment I started working at the Kram Cigar Factory, I've been looking forward to joining your department, becoming a researcher, and learning some useful knowledge. For example, the technology of fermenting tobacco with yeast."

Isabel nodded slightly:

"So, even though you have now become a wealthy person in the eyes of ordinary Upper Nest residents, you are still keenly interested in the iteration and application of fermentation technology."

Li Nuo glanced at the system interface in the corner of his vision, and the corners of his mouth raised into a confident arc:

"Yes, you're right. I've always felt that whoever masters yeast will own the future of tobacco, food, winemaking, and genetic engineering. This is the view of an outsider. If there is anything inappropriate, please feel free to correct me."

Isabel took a deep look at the man in front of her.

She had always regarded Li Nuo as a naive 15-year-old boy, a Lower Nest resident who had struck it rich because of his unique spiritual ability.

But the maturity and stability he showed at this time, as well as the appropriate confidence and insightful remarks, made Isabel have the illusion that the other party had already understood the lifeline of the industry.

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