Chapter 427 Spy

A forest area north of Middenheim has become a dead place, perhaps a remnant of the previous chaos, or perhaps a monster that has awakened is causing trouble.

Word of the visions glimpsed in confusion spread among mutants and horned beasts, and all the groups that tried to rush into the illusory village never came back.

The first section of the road is another bustling place where many people gather. Caravans from all over the world are crowded together on the road. It is said that this is because there are several villages nearby, which has led to the post station on the road turning into a small commercial area.

Lynch could see traces of its transformation. It was obvious that it was originally just an isolated tavern. Later, the tavern was expanded with high walls, and several watchtowers and supply stores were built outside the high walls.

History has left its mark here, and even a small Moorish garden has been built, and a shrine to Yurik stands opposite the cemetery.

The architectural planning here is completely disorganized, probably because it was all planned and built by the locals themselves.

Perhaps a new town will be born in a few years. So far, this place can only be regarded as a commercial street.

It was already afternoon, and there might not be any inns ahead. Under the strong wishes of the mortals, Lynch allowed them to take a short break. After taking a seat in the inn, Eugen started spending again. In order to prevent some people from escaping, he took the dwarf and the unlucky newcomer with him.

The doctor named Caris had obviously been to this commercial street. The oracle, who had not had a big meal for a long time, first sold his own beer. Although he did not make much money, it still allowed him to have a pleasant start to the day.

He and his two "followers" tasted the grilled fish from Nordland, and savored the pastries from Altdorf and the cheese from Ivyland.

By the time the local smoked venison was ordered by the arrogant fortune teller, only the dwarves still had stomachs to eat.

After eating and drinking, the group returned to the tavern.

The travelers in the tavern were telling fresh strange stories, and no one knew whether they were true or false. . "So, after I finished peeing, I couldn't help but be curious, and quietly walked a distance towards the light source. Kant, who was traveling with me, was not so lucky. This idiot ran straight over, and when I arrived, he had already walked into the village."

"Then he must be dead. Any normal person would know that they shouldn't run around at this time, hiccup~"

"Isn't it? He never came out again, by Mor, I hid behind a tree and trembled in fear for a long time, until I was sure that the idiot would not come back, and during that time I found that it was a dead village, and there was no living person at all."

"Hey! Could it be that you, a bad guy, murdered your companion and then threw the blame on a random story you made up?"

"The gods can prove my innocence!"

"What he said may be true. There is a village with uncertain whereabouts that often appears in Midden County. Sometimes it is in the north, sometimes in the south, and sometimes it appears in the big forest."

"You mean that village? It killed a lot of people. Some time ago, my fellow villagers were hunting in the woods, and who knew it would suddenly appear. Even if they knew they couldn't get close to it, they couldn't escape the fate of being punished by God."

"I don't know why, but it has appeared more and more frequently recently . " Eugen knew that a drunkard could not tell the truth, but sometimes a drunkard's lies were more trustworthy than the words of imperial scholars. Those scholars who recorded the truth seemed like drunkards who had drunk too much. Eugen no longer wanted to argue with them about whether ratmen existed.

You can never be sure whether the rumors circulating among the people are just halfling pranks or whether they are actually true.

"The one hundred and thirty-first attempt failed."

"We still can't open the entrance to the paradise. The Holy Son will soon die. We must find a way as soon as possible."

"We lost too much in the jihad more than a decade ago. The responsibility for this mission falls entirely on you."

"The Son of God will not punish only one group."

"Who is he? At worst, we can quit the guild. Anyway, the Emerald Scepter is only a shell left. All the credit and responsibility belong to you. We have no obligation to play games with you."

"I hope your courage is as big as a sheep's penis. There are not many people left who can speak like this."

"Heh~ Who else can contact the inner circle of the Emerald Staff? Our group can't."

"The Son of God knows everything and is omnipresent. Be careful with your eyes. Maybe they will disappear tomorrow."

"Ha, that's great! I've always wanted to experience the pleasure of having my eyes dug out by others."

The bizarre black crow flapped its black wings, which were particularly dazzling in the sunlight, but the pedestrians on the ground abnormally ignored it.

The black crow swooped down towards a certain direction with a purpose, and after landing, it turned into a human form.

A golden mask obscured his face, and a black scholar's robe covered his figure. The only thing that could be seen from the outside was his abnormally bent body.

Like an eerie silhouette, the human body swayed in the sunlight, lighter than the wind and as pale as a shadow.

He walked on the ground, covering a thousand meters in just a few steps, and stopped in front of a sparsely populated village.

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Behind the pine trees beside the path, a woman wearing a silver mask arrived as promised.

"I'm not sure it's wise to make a deal with you." The woman looked at the black-clad scholar ambiguously, but she couldn't see his true face behind the mask.

The neutral voice seemed to be giving alms, and said in a condescending manner:

"It is not a wise choice to be my enemy."

Like a street prostitute who was reluctant to accept a proposal, the woman's breathing suddenly became rapid, her face flushed abnormally, the corners of her tender lips slightly opened and closed, and her shark-like teeth were slightly exposed in her delicate lips, reflecting a ferocious cold light in the sun.

One can imagine how it feasts on raw meat, and one can also imagine the agony those stupid perverts feel after becoming obsessed with it.

She took a step back weakly, looking up at the eerie silhouette that was becoming longer and longer. "I only have one condition."

“You are not qualified to make conditions. All you can choose is the life I bestow upon you, or death.” Perhaps mortals would be seduced by a woman’s appearance, but mortals would never include the “Lord of Law” who controls the Black Purple Hand.

These contemptuous words and actions did not make the woman angry. On the contrary, the part of her skin that was not covered by the mask became even redder and tenderer.

"I thought you weren't a big talker." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Lady Inika cannot guarantee the survival of the Emerald Staff. You can treat my words as a joke until death awakens you from your foolish resistance." The Purple Hand has more than one spy, and they have long known that Lady Inika is the core character of the Emerald Staff.

(End of this chapter)