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My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1270

With Henry's capabilities, a lock could not stump him. The moment he opened the door, he saw that the interior of the house was filled with European-style decor. An oil painting was hung on the wall of its living room. A thin layer of ash covered it, proving that the house had been empty for quite a long time.

Henry also noticed that it had no one to take care of the weeds that grew from the corners of its walls, and that was why he chose this house. Although Henry knew that empty houses of this sort were most likely to become a target of the Recluse Association's search, but under the condition he was in, he had no choice.

Henry did not dare to turn on the lights of the house. He tiptoed to find the bathroom. He tried turning the taps and discovered that its supply of water had not been stopped, which was a relief to what had been his biggest problem. He found a towel, wet it with water, and began to clean off the mud on his body.

He dared not to use too much water. The Recluse Association had existed for more 2,000 years. It was unimaginable how powerful they were. He feared that people would discover that the water metre of the house was running. He could only fill a small basin with water to clean himself up.

The already inflamed and festering wound brought immense pain to Henry. He let out muffled groans as he cleaned his wounds. After he had cleaned off all the mud from his body, he was already drenched in sweat. The towel was also completely red with blood, but at the very least, he no longer looked as hideous and disgusting as before.

Henry searched around the house quietly. As expected, he found a simple medical kit. Having lived in Europe for a while, Henry knew that many families had the habit of keeping medical kits in their homes, especially for those from wealthier families, it was almost a necessity.

Having found anti-inflammatory drugs and some gauze, Henry was no longer worried about the risk of infection of his wounds. After bandaging himself up, Henry fell onto a bed in the bedroom and fell asleep.

Henry slept very well that night.

Henry felt a dazzling gleam enter his eyes while he was still asleep. He suddenly leapt up from the bed and realised that the sun had already risen and it was its shine that had woken him from his slumber. His first reaction was to look around the room, upon confirming that he was all alone in the house. He breathed a sigh of relief and scolded himself for being too careless to allow himself to sleep so soundly without any preventive measures, even an amateur killer could kill him if one found him there.

He walked over to the window and looked out of it. The town did not give him any strange vibes. He was relieved.

He felt a little better after a good night's sleep, but his wounds were unable to recover within such a short period of time. Not mentioning the Qi from Nevyle's attack that still raged within him, just from his all-out final attack to break through the steel wall alone, the after-effects of that could not be recovered in just a day or two.

Henry found some canned food in the house and gobbled them up. His current appetite was absolutely comparable to that of Ranjit. After filling his stomach, Henry began analysing the current situation.

According to the information he had obtained, the situation he was in did not look very optimistic. At the edge of the Recluse World of the Recluse Association, members of the Alvin League were gathered. The two parties had joined forces, one groomed demonic beasts, and the other groomed experts.

No! To put it differently,

The Recluse Association provided large numbers of human experts to the Alvin League, allowing the experimental subjects of the Alvin League to provide feedback from the battles with those human experts.

In truth, the Alvin League was helping the Recluse Association eliminate the weaker members within it in the name of experimentation!

Also, the so-called siege of the demonic beasts on Eastern City was very likely a process of eliminating the weak. Or rather, it was a huge feast prepared by the Alvin League for the experimental subjects!

The Recluse Association and the Alvin League had always been working together all along!

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