Vilia couldn't wait any longer; he couldn't wait to fly to the entrance of the passage and confront the possible Dark Cultists.
If those ill-intentioned people were really nearby, he even had the urge to rush over and chop them all down with his greatsword.
Unfortunately, of the current three-person office team, he's the one least related to paperwork.
Smith was the former head of the settlement, and Evan, as Smith's successor, had also been involved in the work for a long time.
Only Vilia, whose daily routine used to be simple: fighting, and having fun.
According to Vilia himself, facing an overwhelming hell of documents was not as satisfying as wielding a lightning sword and confronting dozens of chieftain behemoths.
During this period, when he was resting, he would dream about work even when he was sleeping.
That's too brutal, absolutely too brutal.
Vilia must be filled with regret. If he hadn't deliberately used the cake to upset his old friend Smith when he was suffering, would the outcome have been different?
Unfortunately, the real world isn't a game; there's no chance to load a save file and start over.
"Therefore, you ignorant cultists of darkness, you had better follow my advice and come out obediently."
Then, let me chop you into a fine paste, leaving not a single scrap!
Sensing Vilia's fighting spirit, Smith and Evan quietly distanced themselves from him by two steps. After all, those who know, know the source of Vilia's resentment.
Upon arriving at the designated location, the three separated to begin their respective preparations.
Smith, accompanied by several homeland guards, arrived at the passage and encountered the Dark Cultists disguised as "refugees."
"Dear friends who have come from afar, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. There was a lot of work to do at the gathering place, which caused the delay."
"I am Mike Smith, the former highest-ranking administrator of the settlement, and I am responsible for this handover with you."
Smith, carrying a greatsword, greeted these people with great sincerity, and his self-introduction surprised the Dark Cultists.
For a moment, someone in the group considered taking Smith hostage, but they abandoned the audacious idea in order to create greater chaos.
"Are you actually the former top manager? It is our honor to have someone like you receive us."
Um, I'm wondering if the settlement can accept everyone? Since the settlement was destroyed, we've been traveling on and off, encountering the Dark Erosion Beast more than once, and our team has suffered heavy losses.
Supplies are running low, and everyone is exhausted, both physically and mentally. Even if we can't join the gathering, could we at least have some time to rest? We can earn our living through labor..."
One of the rules of infiltration for the Dark Cult is to keep a low profile as much as possible, using a pitiful yet tenacious demeanor to evoke goodwill from others and lower their guard.
Smith watched their performance. Although the Dark Cult members acted no differently from normal refugees, the news he had received about their infiltration had made him wary of them on the way here. Now, he couldn't help but feel that these people were suspicious.
However, he won't say it now.
"Don't worry, everyone. Our community has always been friendly. As long as we are human, we should unite and help each other, right?"
There's no need for a short stay. We'll provide you with some food and water now, and you'll undergo a medical check-up. If everything goes well, you'll be considered compliant residents of the designated community.
Smith's answer once again surprised the Dark Cult leader. This gathering place seemed so casual, as if it were easy to fool them.
Is this the place they're targeting?
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