Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

This is a small village that cannot be found on the map. Although it is not far from New York State, it is a real no-care zone.

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

"That's where the bloody smell comes from!" Daredevil Matt Murdock pointed not far away, "Who can tell me what's over there?"

"You're right, Matt, that's a big slaughterhouse!" Carrie answered quickly, "The smell really... reminds me of the port of Dunkirk!"

"Carrie, what kind of brain circuit do you have to associate a slaughterhouse with world war?" Erica squinted her eyes and looked around, and said something casually, "There are so many people in this village. Very few, I didn’t see many people in broad daylight.”

The four of them walked from the outside of the village to the small square at the head of the village. Except for the beautiful girl who had just come out to fetch water, no one was seen on the road. There were people walking around in the house, opening some curtains and looking outside, constantly looking at the strangers who walked into the village.

"What a strange village!" Erica whispered. "The river is obviously polluted, but these people would rather draw water from a polluted water source than build a well in the village. What's the point?"

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

"If we go by what Matt said, that is to say, the biggest source of pollution in this small river is the slaughterhouse we just passed by." Kausi frowned, "But this makes no 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 there is a country where their main river is full of corpses, feces, chemical wastewater, acid and alkali solutions... But their people still drink water from that river every day, raw water. , the unboiled kind!”

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

"Yes!" Kausi nodded, "There is such a country, which is the third most powerful country in the world. It is said that after their people drink the water of the Ganges, they can see God!"

"Hey, what do you do?" A rude voice rang.

A strong, bald man in short-sleeved T-shirts and dirty jeans walked out of a warehouse not far away. He held a big wrench in his hand and stared at the four people with evil eyes.

"We are passing by!" Kausu took a step forward and said politely, "Just out of curiosity... If you feel that it has affected you, then we will leave immediately!"

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

Kausu was annoyed, turned around and exchanged glances with Erica, "Let's leave now!"

A few people walked towards the outside of the village. Matt Murdoch muttered something in a low voice and suddenly raised his head: "This is a nice 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 expression suddenly changed.

"Only livestock, you mean..."

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

"Where's the little girl from before?"

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

A tall old man walked from the entrance of the village. His dark skin was covered with age spots, his hair was gray, and he had a nice smile. He was walking towards everyone with a smile.

"Hello, foreign guests!" He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and looked very elegant.

"Welcome to Destiny Town, I am Morgan F. Sloan, the mayor here."

"I'm Kaus." Kaus nodded politely.

"My name is Carrie!"

"Matt Murdock!"

"Erica..."

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

Kausi keenly noticed the old man's words, "Destiny Town?" He looked around and made a big gesture, "All of this?"

"Yes, we have several factories in the front and a large estate in the back." The old man shrugged, "We are a small town with more than 800 residents here, and we must have industries to support them."

Not far away, villagers came out of their houses one after another. They gathered in twos and threes, but looked towards the village from a distance, seeming to be very interested in the four outsiders.

Factory, manor, farm, Sloan... Kaus suddenly felt that this situation seemed a bit familiar. He asked tentatively, "The factory supporting the farm should be a textile factory or a leather factory or something like that?"

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

Textile factory? No wonder this creek is polluted...

wrong!

There were more and more people on the road, and Matt Murdock's expression completely changed. He was the most keenly aware of the murderous aura and bloody aura of these people. He didn't know what kind of place he had fallen into, let alone why these people gathered in such a small town.

Kausu relaxed instead.

The scary thing is the unknown, but if the other party knows the basics, then there is nothing to worry about. What's more, with Jiali and himself here, the whole town is no match for them.

He has recalled everything. No wonder this small village always feels inconsistent, but this scene seems a bit familiar.

Not every small village or town that mainly focuses on animal husbandry has a textile factory. The most important thing is that not every textile factory is headed by Sloan.

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