Chapter 429 The Mysterious Master
At first, Eugen just thought he was still thinking about preaching, but his intuition told him that this sneaky bald man was looking for something.
Without alerting the enemy, the oracle only remembered the priest's appearance. In fact, there was no need to remember it deliberately, as there were not many bald men in the north.
All he had to do was let the light shine on his head, and the reflected light would alert Eugen to his location. An anxious mortal, Lynch quickly came to a conclusion .
Sigma's followers were looking for something, but Lynch only found a priest, so this was not an organized, formal action, and it was most likely the priest's private matter.
Is there anything here worth his concern?
Lynch knew that most of Sigmar's fanatical followers would chase after some evil spirit, and eventually become one of them, or successfully kill it.
The priest in front of him was obviously not one of the hunters.
The mortal's impatient footsteps told Lynch everything, and his wandering eyes also told some facts.
Even if he was implicitly excluded or openly discriminated against by the locals, he refused to leave.
Who is he waiting for? Who is he looking for?
Lynch did not presumptuously pry into the minds of mortals. He was a priest. Edes rushed to Middenheim day and night after receiving the letter from his friend. It was a letter from a month ago. It took Edes half a month to be delivered to Edes. Edes rushed to Middenheim in the same amount of time.
He set out from Ostland, and in order to save time, he even crossed the Shadow Forest with the convoy.
Sigmar watched him, and the calmness of the road was proof of a miracle.
The agreed date was approaching, and Edes thought that his good friend would be waiting here in advance, as it had always been the case between them.
The priest was feeling uneasy, as he discovered from the few words in the letter that his friend was suspicious of his companions and even his superiors. As a devout believer of Sigmar, he thought this should not happen.
Even Yurik's doctrine clearly states that subordinates should obey their superiors unconditionally.
Edes could only come to two conclusions - his friend had been corrupted, or there were corrupted people in Middenheim.
The pastor looked around nervously among the people coming and going. He went to every corner but still couldn't find the person he wanted to see.
Maybe he finally forgot the time, or he just happened to be busy with something important.
Nothing will happen, Edes told himself. That's Middenheim. It's absurd that something unexpected would happen in Middenheim, just like it's absurd that there are tens of thousands of mysterious creatures hidden under Altdorf.
The priest walked in a daze. He remembered the argument they had when they parted thirty years ago. At that time, two companions who had just left the village in Nordland had different opinions on faith. One went to Middenland, and the other went to Ostland.
The sharp spearheads have collided countless times and reconciled countless times.
Edes didn't believe that his friend would give up his faith, which had been his obsession for thirty years.
A priest. In the inn, a pair of ordinary eyes watched the pedestrians on the street, carefully recording everything unusual.
A Sigmar priest, probably some idiot trying to carve out new lands for a new faith.
He didn't know why he was remembering all this, he just knew it would get him the money, all he had to do was write down what he saw and put it in the mailbox.
This is much more enjoyable than working in a newspaper. .Since losing a divine messenger in a failed ambush, the core members of the "Wandering Eye" have been much more obedient.
They were a larger Tzeentchian sect, at least better than the fools who preached among the sailors on the docks, but they still lacked sufficient strength.
The extremely decentralized, highly secretive, and almost nonexistent organizational framework makes the roaming eye possible, but it also limits it.
Even if the core of the organization wants to gather people, they can't find anyone because they don't contact each other often.
They could proudly claim that the news of the entire empire was in their hands!
But it's no use, they know every opportunity, but they don't have the ability to seize any of it.
What's more, there is always some delay in the transmission of news via mail.
They finally figured out what Midden County was up to lately - it was because of the legacy of a demigod.
They didn't care about it at all, it was just a relic of a demigod! Everyone present could fill their eyes with jealousy, and they just had to make it clear.
But it was of no use, they were incapable of getting involved in the turmoil, and apart from the dozens of people who frequently met at a certain inn, most members of the cult that was nominally "spread across the empire" did not even know who the leader of the organization was.
In fact, even they didn't know who the real boss of the "Wandering Eye" was. Maybe he was hiding among them, or maybe he was secretly watching everything. Of course, mortals couldn't contact the demon that was being hunted by many parties in the Chaos Demon Realm . Since it was sent back to its hometown, all the arrangements it left in reality were useless.
It can't even protect itself, so what's the point of those servants working diligently in the material world?
Lynch was almost surprised as he watched Eugen stupidly have his door knocked by a stranger.
The archmage next door didn't react at all, and the dwarf yelled a few times but nothing more happened.
He watched the oracle, the doctor, and a boy whose background he didn't know go downstairs.
Perhaps this was the kindness of a hot-blooded person. In short, the child with tears in his eyes took only half a minute to trick the two people into the street. Not long after, the two people who were helping the child find a home were led out of the village.
Lynch was not surprised at all when they were taken away by a group of "passers-by" who suddenly attacked.
When the oracle used a trick to escape from the carriage, winking at the air, Lynch was silent for a moment, then followed the carriage without stopping and took over Eugen's position.
He wasn't sure whether it was the cultists' brains that were not working properly or Eugen's brains that were not working properly.
The creepy laughter spread in the small carriage for a long time. Even when the carriage drove to a point where the block was out of sight, the people in the carriage were still laughing at the ignorance of the "mysterious gang".
No one expected that things would go so smoothly. They took away the last piece of the key puzzle without any effort or even a direct conflict.
Let the Blood God, the Lord of Tricks, and the Father of Corruption find it! Victory will ultimately belong to the Prince of Darkness.
They could imagine that group of vulgar and incompetent people were still fighting among themselves, and it was not even clear which group would eventually take the "Chosen One" away.
Only the Dark Prince's art can interpret this game, and they are the final winners.
Now all that was left was to perform the ritual once again to try to overlap “Paradise” into reality.
The treasure is at hand.
(End of this chapter)
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