The one at the front of the line was the middle-aged drug dealer who had been standing outside the temporary camp, next to the cart piled high with "Holy Light Purification Potion", with a big smile on his face and preaching the "gospel" in a loud voice!
He was also sitting upright on a tall horse at this moment, the flattering smile on his face had long since frozen, leaving only extreme fear and confusion.
The fatal milky white sword mark on his neck was clearly visible.
The few people next to him were also active on the outskirts of the camp at the time, and were suspected to be members of the Holy Grace Magic Pharmacy and the Lisbon family.
Without exception, they were all killed by a precise sword strike to the neck.
The horse's fatal wound was on its chest, which also carried the remnant of that cold and pure holy light.
"Cutting the grass and eradicating its roots...what a cruel method."
Monica's voice was filled with uncertainty. Even if she entered her ultimate state of transformation, she probably couldn't instantly kill a group of a hundred heavily armored knights. "They didn't even spare the horses. Was it from the Church of Holy Light? Was this a warning? Or... to silence them?"
Mark slowly stood up and looked around at the death square composed of a hundred cavalrymen and their horses.
The light of morning sun fell on the cold armor and frozen face, outlining a creepy solemnity and deathly silence.
The trace of milky white holy light power that remained in the air, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, silently revealed the identity of the murderer.
A terrifying existence who has mastered the power of holy light to the pinnacle, but whose heart is as cold as iron.
Mark couldn't guess whether the person who did it was a traitor in the Church of Holy Light or a big shot in the Church of Holy Light.
He took out the communication scroll Ruby had given him and contacted Beta: "Beta, this is Mark. We found something at the entrance of Phantom Wolf Valley, next to the former Magic Association camp. We need manpower, lots of reliable manpower. Bring a cart for transporting corpses and enough shrouds, come over here..."
"...Understood, Mr. Mark. We'll be there soon."
Mark put away the scroll and took a last look at the death square bathed in the morning sun, and the milky white holy sword mark that seemed to be imprinted in the air.
"Ship the 'evidence' back," he said in a low voice, "and give Kyle and Ruby a 'generous gift'."
Anyway, as long as there are these corpses, it doesn't matter who did it.
Kyle and Ruby were safe at least.
If the person who did it was an insider, the two could directly contact the Holy City to thoroughly investigate the Holy Light Church in Dragon Slaying City.
And if the one who did it was a master from the Church of Holy Light, then Kyle and Ruby wouldn't have to waste time proving themselves.
In front of the city gate, the bodies of hundreds of heavy cavalrymen, drug dealers and others were neatly arranged, covered with rough shrouds, and arranged into a square formation.
The morning light is dazzling, but it cannot dispel the chill of rust, blood and death that permeates the place.
The onlookers stood far away, whispering with fear and confusion.
Ellen, dressed in the neat uniform of the Adventurer's Guild, walked slowly over with a black puppy on a leash, holding a half-eaten piece of mountain goat cheese bread in her hand.
She walked around the array of corpses, her eyes sweeping over the stiff outlines vaguely visible under the shrouds, and finally stopped at the location of the fatal wounds on the necks.
Even through the cloth, one could seem to sense the lingering, heart-poundingly pure edge of the icy holy light.
She raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, then returned to her lazy look.
"Hmm, you're doing a good job." Ailian's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Beta and the others who were in charge of the transportation. "According to the guild's standard 'Special Relic Initial Processing Fee', each person... well, I'll give you ten gold coins, as a reward for your hard work."
The guild clerk following behind her immediately stepped forward and began counting heads and distributing gold coins with an expressionless face.
The clinking of gold coins into hands stained with mud and suspicious stains was a suffocatingly absurd scene.
The adventurers who got the gold coins looked at each other in confusion. The guild had never had any missions to collect corpses before.
Even if there are any, they are mostly tasks posted by individuals.
Originally, they wanted to use this opportunity to leave a good impression on the three major adventure groups and take advantage of this opportunity to join the three major adventure groups that intended to merge and work as free labor.
There were thirty or forty people carrying the corpses!
Ten gold coins per person!
With this reward, you can publish as many 1-star and 2-star tasks as you want!
Osborne Town Adventurer's Guild failed?
You used to be so stingy, but now you become so generous?
"Miss Ailian." Beta was also quite curious as he held the brand new gold coin in his hand. "This...this money..."
"rest assured."
Ellen chewed on the bread, teasing the puppy with her foot while mumbling, "The guild won't lose out. We'll send someone with the bill and the signatures of all the brave 'porters' to Dragon Slaying City to find the Lisbon family or the City Lord's Mansion... Well, we'll see who's in a good mood and willing to pay. Anyway, someone has to pay the bill."
There was a subtle hint of cat-and-mouse playfulness in her words.
The price of this quest is indeed higher than most of the quest fees of the Osborne Town Adventurer's Branch.
But the armor on each soldier and warhorse is worth at least a thousand gold. Since these soldiers from Dragon Slaying City were accepted by the Adventurer's Guild, she will not worry about not getting this reward back.
If Dragon Slaying City is unwilling to pay, then don't blame the Adventurer's Guild for failing to keep the armor properly and losing it.
Now that the adventurers in Osborne Town have been hurt, she needs to get some money to revitalize the Adventurer's Club as soon as possible.
Kyle and Ruby were standing next to the array of corpses. Ruby was squatting down, carefully using her fingertips to lift the shroud around the neck of a corpse.
The fatal wound, which was as thin as a hair and had charred edges and traces of milky white holy light, was exposed to the sunlight.
Ruby's fingers suddenly stopped and her pupils suddenly contracted!
She looked up sharply at Kyle.
Kyle was also staring at the wound. The worry and heaviness on his handsome face faded away in an instant, like morning dew evaporated by the sun.
In its place was a complex glow of shock, ecstasy, and relief.
His fingers, gripping the cross tightly, turned white from the force, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a tiny arc.
It's him!
Alphonso Lim!
The leader of the Thirteenth Holy Knights of the Holy Light Church!
The undisputed pinnacle of the young generation of the Holy City!
Without resorting to professional skills, he compressed and condensed the power of Holy Light to the extreme, just like the sword marks left by the coldest blade of judgment, which was his symbol!
Linus's report that distorts the truth?
Possible favoritism and backlash from the Dragon Slaying City Diocese?
In front of this sword mark, everything turned into ridiculous dust!
Captain Alfonso personally took action to clean out the people in Dragon Slaying City with such a thunderous and ruthless attitude. The meaning was obvious!
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