"Excuse me, everyone, we come from a distant settlement. Some time ago, our home was attacked and destroyed by the Dark Devouring Beasts..."
The cult leader remained calm and recited the speech he had rehearsed many times on the way. Since they had encountered several Dark Erosion Beasts and fought with them on the way, the weapons stained with dark red blood were somewhat convincing.
Moreover, when the guards asked them about their hometown, their eyes would occasionally reveal sadness, memories, regret, and hatred. These micro-expressions made it easier for those observing them to lower their guard.
These techniques were all developed by the Dark Order through repeated infiltrations of their gathering places. The elders of the order would even proactively teach newcomers how to speak and how to act.
It's no exaggeration to say that if they were on Earth, their acting skills would be top-notch.
So, after listening to their complaints and hearing their desire to join the community, a homeland guard told them to stay there while he went to ask his superiors.
"Tap...tap...tap..."
The person left, but the other homeland guards remained vigilant, keeping a close eye on the "refugees'" every move. Their mental weapons were also ready, and they would launch an attack immediately if these people caused any trouble.
As for the followers of these dark cults? They are indeed behaving themselves now. After all, the plan is progressing smoothly, and they are not part of the outer assault team. At this time, they should just find a place to sit down and rest.
"Did you guys see that? Those weapons look a bit different from the ones we've seen before."
"Nonsense, my eyes are perfectly fine. If you ask me, these pieces of equipment look more like works of art. I don't know what this settlement was thinking."
"Or should we ask later?"
They spoke in hushed tones, just loud enough for the home guards to faintly hear them. The conversation contained nothing sensitive, which was part of their plan to maintain their public persona.
The homeland guard who went to deliver the message shared a similar core belief with Vilia: revenge.
With the Lightning Spear in hand and the Mind Armor amplifying his speed, he quickly reached the management center located at the heart of the settlement.
He's lucky today; Smith is here, Vilia is here, and even Evan is here.
Well, the first two are routine tasks. Smith and Vera are "good friends" who keep an eye on each other and don't give each other a chance to slack off.
Evan was spotted by Vilia and Smith on his way to the library that morning and was subsequently captured.
The guard explained his purpose to the sentry at the main gate of the management center, and the group of people came together to the office door.
Before the door was even opened, I could hear the sounds coming from inside.
"You inherently evil clerical job, I will personally end you!"
"Damn documents, I'll scatter you, scatter you all!"
"If I can't escape this endless hell of work, then let the documents burn!"
The doorman's hand, which was about to knock, froze. He was unsure whether he should knock normally or wait a moment.
The people inside are definitely the respected managers of their gathering place, right? Why does it sound like something's not right?
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