Chapter 412 Dispute

This is an underground sect. As far as Lynch knows, it is called the Grand Alliance on the surface of the empire.

It was a club combining art and science. The requirements for membership were very high, and the membership fee alone discouraged most poor artists from joining.

But the club promised inspiration and sponsorship, and almost every member had a work that circulated across the region.

Few people know the truth about this organization. If Lynch did not have enough experience in his previous life, he would only think that this was an insignificant gathering of mortals.

Even if during interrogation the mercenaries said that they were working for a nobleman from the "Grand Alliance", ignorant people would only point the finger at the individuals rather than the whole.

This is the empire's high-end club, so it's normal for one or two parasites to appear.

Perhaps even the members themselves do not know that their leaders often mate with the minions of Slaanesh and Tzeentch to obtain knowledge that mortals cannot obtain.

After all, they are just the front organization of the Mingguang Sect.

The mercenaries only explained that they were secret informants of a nobleman in the Major League. Lynch could see more from their souls, and Tigris read their souls simply and neatly.

Although the negative effect of doing so is that the mercenaries are turned into idiots who can only smile foolishly.

They are just mortals, which makes the wizard's magic progress extremely smoothly.

These idiots are actually connected to the Chaos Gods.

After confirming their evil identities, Lynch didn't care whether they would be spitted in the face by the sentinels. There was no possibility of forgiveness for the mortals who colluded with the devil.

The wizard Teclis also doesn't care about a few humans who have betrayed order.

If he had not peeked into their souls, Teclis would not have believed how shameless the gangsters could be. They were only slightly worse than the ratmen.

This group of people are not only related to the Order of the Light, but also to a Tzeentch cult called the Purple Hand, for which they monitor cults in the area around Middenheim.

By browsing their souls, the archmage only thought that this group of people had something to do with demons. The lizardman could see more. He recognized some obscure symbols. At least he could recognize the purple hand.

This cult has roughly taken control of Middenheim's underground world and is afraid of being noticed, so they will take the initiative to expose other sects around them to prevent other cults from attracting the attention of the empire.

Like every fence-sitter would do, this gang of hooligans would sell the news to the Purple Hand, and then go to the cult that was about to be exposed and sell the news again.

They don't believe in the devil, they only worship money.

Another Tzeentchian cult that fought against the Purple Hand, the Red Crown, was also one of their employers, and both sects believed they controlled this group of mortals, and it was clear that the lowly rogues could do more than the extraordinary beings imagined.

Of course, this is due to the fact that mortals cannot touch the core of the cult, and the giants don’t care about an ant.

It’s not that the Tzeentch believers didn’t anticipate this, but the funny thing is that humans are always bound by all kinds of reasons.

Only when similar mortals go too far do the cultists feel willing to break ranks with them - the cult of Khorne might be another matter.

Whether it's the cults of Khorne or Nurgle, whether it's the cults of Slaanesh or Tzeentch, they all have connections with mercenaries like them.

There are not only these mercenaries caught by Lynch, there are many similar gangsters, and they are the common spies of the cultists.

Unless these fence-sitters involve the core of the cult, no devil believer will be willing to waste energy on them, which will instead attract the attention of other cults.

These gangsters don't know any profound knowledge. They only know that they have big shots backing them, and all they have to pay for is the various gossips they come into contact with in their daily lives.

Even if the magician used a spell that could obtain truth, it would be unsuccessful, because these mortals really knew nothing. Only the prophet could find some traces deep in their memory.

It turns out that killing them is no big deal and will not disrupt the precarious balance between the sects - Lynch doesn't seem to be qualified to say this, because no matter how chaotic the human underground world is, it has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care whether any trouble will come to his door.

Lynch has dealt with more than one being who was worshipped as a god by the devil's minions, and at that time he had not yet been promoted.

It seems that there is going to be trouble near Middenheim. There are too many evil cults gathered here.

Perhaps it was because the main forces of Great Yurik and the White Wolf Knights were in the south, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of.

Lynch couldn't help but miss his comrade. Human life is short but brilliant. Maybe he should help clean up the door for the dead, so that after entering the highest heaven, he can have a proper explanation to his teammates on the same battlefield.

That is Lynch's future battlefield, and the battle will never stop. Obviously, he is outnumbered there and needs friends more.

Because by then his opponents will be stronger than ever before.

Middenling, night.

A name that is not often mentioned by the Midden people has recently reappeared, and some villages still have legends about them.

Yes, the Hand of Asclepius.

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If a child asks the elders in the village, the oldest ones will recall the "medical genius" that their ancestors once talked about.

Who still remembers those wandering doctors who roamed the countryside? Do the descendants of those who were cured remember their benefactors?

These snake-staffed healers were once the closest group to the lower classes, but everything changed after the kind-hearted mysterious founder disappeared in a remote village in Middenland.

The great doctors who inherited the mantle of the mysterious doctor disappeared one after another. Until today, how much of the medical knowledge that helped people curb one plague after another has been passed down?

No one knows the answer. It is a taboo. The nobles will not mention that name, and the bishops in the temple are also very secretive about it.

Dr. Roald of the Tirian Society is intrigued by these mysteries.

Middenheim, More Garden, Roald ended the intimidation and inducement of the refugees in the cemetery sewers and successfully obtained some latest news from the outside world.

His colleagues, those physicians who had penetrated too deeply into the Tirian Society, had come into local conflict with the Organization That Must Not Be Mentioned.

Locals who had been devastated by the disease that devastated their village and who had suddenly recovered from it and were forced to wander around Middenheim could confirm this news.

This was an opportunity. The longer Roald stayed in the Tirian Society, the more he could see the truth about this organization. It was much more than just a medical mutual aid society.

He must leave this organization.

Before that, he had to obtain the mysterious power that could heal the refugees from the plague, and Shaurya's power was no more than that.

His colleagues definitely did not have such means. It could only be the hand of the mysterious Asclepius. No doctor could resist such temptation.

If successful, he will write his name in history.

(End of this chapter)