"The reason they didn't send the Knights to wipe them out directly is because the higher-ups wanted to follow the clues and find the organization behind it."

"If we encounter an invincible opponent during a mission, and our team is unable to defeat them, we can directly seek help from the Knights of the Dominican Diocese. There are approximately 3,000 Holy Lance Knights stationed there, enough to wipe out any underground organization within the territory."

"Try to go out less these days and wear simple clothes. After arriving in the capital of Dominica to the west, change into the set clothing."

Seeing that several people nodded and had a general understanding, he put the map away.

"Rest well now, and we will continue our journey tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he removed the soundproofing barrier he had just cast, and several people left the room.

At night, Loran Hill slept in the same room with the 'makeup artist'.

After taking a bath, Loran Hill walked into the house wearing light blue pajamas. There were still some water droplets on her hair, dripping between her collarbones.

After entering the house, she saw the makeup artist combing her hair. After removing her makeup at night, the 20-year-old woman looked different from during the day.

Compared to her flamboyant demeanor during the day, she was quieter at this moment, with her eyebrows and features being much softer.

"Good evening, Alice." She didn't look back and continued to fix her hair.

"Good evening, makeup...Margaret." Remembering the setting during the day, Loran Hill changed his words and said the woman's alias.

"Haha, are you still a little uncomfortable? That's true. It's your first time after all." She turned around.

"Come sit here with me for a while. Your hair is still growing tonight. If you go to bed too early, it will get deformed."

The orange candlelight roughly illuminated the room. Loran Hill walked to the bed in slippers and sat down, looking at the woman who was tidying herself in front of the mirror.

The fair profile was divided by the shadows under the candlelight. Although he did not have a peerless appearance, there was a trace of loneliness between his eyebrows that made people feel pity.