Chapter 326 Ye Zhi: This is another price!

Ye Zhi naturally had no objection to being sent to the Dark Night Sect to be a death-accelerator.

But how did Daisy know that the position of head chef of the Dark Night Cult was vacant? Ye Zhi asked this question, and Daisy said calmly: "Because the previous head chef was a Mist Cultist... In order to let you infiltrate, I have asked him to vacate the position."

Yeats looked up at the sky.

The so-called vacating a seat, maybe it was indeed sent.

I really want to advise future generations that if you don’t have a strong destiny, you should not believe in the Mist Goddess casually...

In fact, Daisy's idea coincides with Yeats's own plan.

Infiltrating the Dark Night Sect as the head chef, firstly because his expertise is suitable for the sect, and secondly because he has the opportunity to directly contact the sect's top leaders.

The third point, and the most important one... is to make it easier for Ye Zhi to drug me! Ye Zhi coughed lightly and said, "Before I infiltrate the Dark Night Sect, should I disguise myself first?"

The reason why Yeats asked this question is because the Dark Night Sect must have strict scrutiny on its followers.

With his disguise skills, his identity is likely to be exposed, so Yeats plans to ask Daisy to disguise him personally.

"Hmm... well..."

The goddess of illusion had silvery grey hair and a sculpted tall figure, much taller than Yeats. With her fingertips gently touching the corners of her lips, Daisy, with one hand around her chest, looked Yeats up and down with a faint smile on her face.

"Why are you suddenly staring at me like this?"

Ye Zhi's hair stood on end when she was looked at, fearing that this thrill-seeking goddess of fun would do something weird again.

"I just think that with your handsome face, you can definitely gain a foothold in the Dark Night Sect..." Daisy raised her eyebrows, "Maybe you will be noticed by the high priest of the Dark Night Sect and become her lover?"

Ye Zhi was already accustomed to Daisy's strange train of thought. He sighed and said:

"First of all, my identity has long been known to all the forces on the Central Courtyard Continent... As the chosen one of the gods of art and a duke of some reputation, there is no reason for them not to investigate me."

"If I don't change my face, it won't be long before I'll be recognized by the Dark Night Cultists."

"Secondly," Ye Zhi said in a serious tone, "Being an undercover agent is one thing, but this is another price!"

Daisy heard the joking tone in Yeats's voice, burst out laughing, and said, "You have a bottom line... But I'm not joking, you are indeed handsome, which is also an advantage."

As she spoke, Daisy blinked and her smile grew wider.

"So, I have a better way than disguise. Do you want to try it?"

Ye Zhi's heart moved, and he whispered: "What's the solution?"

"Come closer...come closer...come closer!"

Daisy hooked her finger, looked at Ye Zhi with a vigilant face, impatiently pulled Ye Zhi in front of her, and then reached out to ruffle his hair.

Ye Zhi looked confused.

After a moment.

Daisy took a half step back, looked Fanyezhi up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and snapped her fingers.

Beside her, a curtain of water gathered like a mirror, reflecting Yeats who was looking at her sideways.

"Look at yourself. Is your current image very different from before?" Daisy said with a smile.

Ye Zhi stared at the water curtain and saw that his hair color in the mirror had changed from silver to black. His hairstyle had also changed a lot. His bangs were very long, covering his forehead and eyebrows. He felt like a character that would appear in the "Persona" series.

"If I change my hairstyle or dye my hair, will the Dark Night believers no longer recognize me as Yeats Bronte?"

Yeats was skeptical.

"Of course not."

Daisy opened her palm, holding a pair of exquisite silver-rimmed glasses.

"Here, this is for you!"

Ye Zhi was stunned: "What is this?"

"Glasses, haven't you seen them before?" Daisy said. "Glass lenses polished by glass craftsmen can improve vision, and then fixed to the silver frame with rivets...very useful!"

Ye Zhi was in a mixed mood, thinking, of course I have seen it, the glass industry in Morning Frost Ridge also has a "glasses" business. This kind of glass product was invented in the 13th century and was called "reading stone" at the time, mainly used with books.

And now Daisy took out her glasses, and Yeats couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Superman, right? Same body shape, same appearance, but wearing glasses, people won't recognize you anymore? "I put some magic on these glasses." Daisy said with a smile, "As long as you wear them, people won't recognize you as the chosen one of art!"

Although Daisy was unruly, she had never done anything wrong to him, and on the contrary, she had helped him many times. Yeats thought about it, and put on his glasses to look at his appearance in the water curtain.

He still had a handsome appearance, but his temperament had changed greatly due to the differences in hairstyle, accessories, and hair color, from the poet laureate of the God of Light to the gloomy poisoner of the Goddess of Darkness.

"Is this how I can sneak into the Dark Night Sect?"

Yeats was still somewhat worried.

"Don't worry!"

Daisy patted her chest, her heart rising and falling, and said, "No one can recognize you as Ye Zhi. All you have to do is give yourself a fake name and a resounding code name!"

Yeats couldn't help staring at her for a while, and when he noticed Daisy's teasing look, his old face turned red and he looked away.

Damn it, when did I fall into an illusion! Pseudonym, Yeats had already made up his mind, between Sherlock Holmes and Victor Hugo, he chose the former.

As for the code name, is there any need to say it?

Senior Agent Ye Zhi straightened his chest unconsciously and asked:

"When do we set off for the Dark Night Sect's base?"

Daisy thought about it and said suddenly, "Let's do it today."

Ye Zhi was surprised and said, "So sudden?!"

"It's better to do it today than to wait for a day!"

As she spoke, Daisy grabbed Yeats's shoulder and lifted him up violently.

"call out!"

Daisy jumped up and down on the spot, dubbing in her mouth and yelling, "We're here!"

Ye Zhi looked around in confusion, only to see that the environment was still the courtyard of Jiandong Castle, without any changes.

Immediately, Yeats, who was wearing glasses, stared at Daisy with a pair of dead fish eyes, silently, as if saying.

Are you kidding me?

"Tsk, no sense of humor."

Daisy shrugged. "I can't really open a portal for you... but the goddess of magic can... Anyway, I'll tell you the destination, and you can just fly there in stealth mode! Once you get there, you'll naturally know what to do, and I'll protect you in the fog!"

As she spoke, Daisy waved her hand, and her figure gradually disappeared in the mist, leaving behind her expectant voice.

"Come on, let's give that old woman, the Dark Night Goddess, a surprise!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Daisy is really unreliable!

Also, how old is the Dark Night Goddess? Is she three thousand years older than me?

Ye Zhi shook his head, put away the idea of ​​seeking death, and thought to himself, Fokas was staying in the territory and was trustworthy, and Gray and Hilde were in seclusion for training, so this trip was perfect for him to act alone.

With the winged boots of Medea, this precious flying treasure, it is very convenient to travel through the Golden Lion Kingdom. You can travel between the northern and southern provinces in less than a day, so you can set off today.

After returning to Jiandong Castle and arranging various matters, Ye Zhi used invisibility, put on wing boots, and rushed to the southern province.

* Southern Province, Plymouth.

On the pale coastline, there are simple row houses in the small fishing village. The door of each house is closed and the windows are sealed with wooden boards and iron nails.

Broken fishing nets were piled up on the beach. Next to a fishing boat half-sunken in the mud, a vulture stood, pecking at a rotten skeleton. Suddenly, it raised its scarlet and cold eyes and stared at a figure in high boots walking along the shore.

Famula's iron mask covered her chin, revealing a pair of deep red eyes. Her wide windbreaker was split across her shoulders, with the sleeves hanging loosely. She walked leisurely on the beach, leaning on a carved metal cane.

“Save…save me…”

Next to the stranded fishing boat, there was a half-human, half-fish hybrid merman, his bloody body covered with fish scales. He struggled to stretch out his dark purple, diseased arm towards Famula, staring at her with his bulging eyeballs, his voice filled with endless pleading.

"Master Judge, this is the last Tidecaller believer near this sea area."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

The judge, wearing an iron helmet and plate armor, had a flail in his hand dripping with blood. From under the helmet, he spoke in a pious and dull voice:

"Now, it will be up to you to deal with it..."

"What a lucky guy." Famula watched quietly and said with sympathy, "You can still tell that he was once a human."

The Inquisitor was silent. He recalled the scene when he raided the seaside cave yesterday. All the humans and fishmen hiding there were burned by the flames, and the monster in front of him could not escape judgment.

Famula walked up to the monster, bent down, and observed him closely.

"Save...me..." Tears rolled down the monster's eyes and he made a hoarse voice.

"Of course." Famula stretched out her right hand wearing a black glove, "I will save you."

The monster's eyes were full of piety and excitement.

However, suddenly, it tore off its disguise, its eyes turned blood red, and its sharp claws slashed towards Famula's head, saying bitterly: "I want you to go to hell!!"

Puff——

Blood splattered, the monster's body stiffened, and it lowered its head in disbelief, with a hand piercing its chest.

Famula's hand knife pierced through the monster's back, blood splattered on her iron mask. She withdrew the hand knife expressionlessly.

"You...why..." The monster didn't finish his words.

boom!!

Famula raised her staff, and a raging fire burst out from the end of the metal staff, engulfing it.

Boom! The charred body fell on the beach, and a gust of sea breeze blew, adding a bit of desolation to the coast.

The Inquisitor walked to Famula's side, took out the black leather scripture he carried with him, and prayed to the monster's corpse.

"You don't have to pray for the souls of sinners every time, Xavi," said Famula.

Harvey was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Honor, I did this not for him, but for myself... Every time I kill a life, I feel uneasy. Only by praying to the Lord can I feel comforted."

Famula had a blank expression on her face. She turned and walked away with her cane, her black windbreaker fluttering in the wind.

"The Demon Hunting Hammer is not suitable for you after all. I will ask the Cardinals to find you a clerical job, Harvey. See you later."

Harvey stood still, clenched his fists, and said, "Have you never felt the slightest bit of uneasiness?"

Famula stopped and turned back to ask, "Uneasy?"

Harvey took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I am uneasy. My soul is suffering because I often cannot distinguish the boundary between justice and evil... Judge, you and I both know that many innocent civilians died in this operation..."

"You should be happy, why would you be uneasy?" Famula asked back.

Harvey was stunned.

"At the moment of death, a person's pupils will quickly dilate, just like a beautiful kaleidoscope." Famula looked back and said, "In the final analysis, you have to find happiness in a career... just like me."

Harvey stammered, "Killing... gives you pleasure?"

Famula did not comment and said, "I'll give you one more chance, Harvey. Find the base of the Dark Night Cult hidden in Plymouth and catch them all. As a reward, you can carry out the execution by burning at the stake."

This was not a reward at all. Harvey pursed his lips, looking at the oppressive back of the presiding judge, unable to say anything in rebuttal.

In addition to the members of the Tidecaller Cult, there are also some ordinary fishermen's houses in Plymouth, as well as abandoned caves, basements, wells, etc. The Dark Night Cult is likely hiding in these inconspicuous places.

In the process of digging deep into the ground, innocent civilians are bound to be harmed.

Harvey took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "To find happiness in the purification of sin..."

Outside the fishing village of Plymouth, in an abandoned orchard, next to a well.

Ye Zhi looked at the well back and forth and asked curiously, "Are you sure this is the Dark Night Sect's base?"

A wisp of mist lingered around Ye Zhi, urging him, "Don't you trust me? Get down quickly!"

Ye Zhi thought, it would be a miracle if the words of the Deception Goddess could be believed! "When you meet someone from the Dark Night Sect, give him the Shadow Amethyst you found on that person just now." Daisy said, "This amethyst is a token of the Dark Night Sect, enough for you to blend in... But how to gain the trust of others still depends on you!"

With the help of an insider planted by the Mist Sect in the Dark Night Sect, Ye Zhi learned that a Dark Night Sect cannibal with four-ring strength was on his way to Plymouth, ready to take over the position of the original cannibal in charge of the sacrificial ceremony.

With the strength of the fourth ring, he is already a powerful figure who can stand on his own in the Central Garden Continent, and because the Dark Night Sect is good at hiding their bodies, this fourth ring food chef acts alone.

Yeats ambushed in advance on his route and waited for two days. He successfully caught this unlucky guy, killed him, and changed into the other's clothes.

Most of the time, only extremely evil people would join the Dark Night Sect. Ye Zhi had no psychological burden in taking action. He also took the other party's space ring and found a lot of useful things in it, including the amethyst that symbolized his identity.

At this time.

A crow flew out of the well.

In front of Yeats, the crow began to exchange commands with him.

"Darkness is eternal."

"The moonlight is illusory."

The crow nodded slightly, transformed into a priestess in a black robe and veil, and raised her chin to signal.

Ye Zhi understood what he meant and handed over the amethyst with both hands. She glanced at the amethyst and her expression softened a little.

"Why are you here only now?" The priestess asked in a stern tone, frowning slightly.

"I encountered some trouble on the way and avoided the eyes of the Demon Hunter Hammer..." Ye Zhi lied flawlessly.

"Forget it, come with me." The priestess looked at Ye Zhi carefully and warned, "If you don't know how to transform, use the Feather Fall technique to jump down... I'll wait for you down there."

"Okay, thank you." Ye Zhi nodded.

The priestess nodded coldly, turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said inwardly:

"Does a food chef now have appearance requirements?"

"It's a pity that the high priest will also like this tender grass...it's a good deal for her!"

(End of this chapter)