In a cave near the headquarters of the Relief Society, four heavily armed men walked deep and shallow on the damp ground to the depths of the cave.

The man at the head of the group, his black hair was mixed with silver threads, combed back into a small braid, and his face was covered with criss-crossing scars from the past battles. Holding a rudimentary map, he repeatedly compared the terrain of the cave, choosing the direction of progress in the labyrinth-like underground world.

Beside him was a tall, strong North Island warrior with a thousand strange bones on his body, and he said to the man holding the map, "Lord Jerome, can we really trust this map?"

The man, known as Jerome, glanced back at the speaker and remained silent.

The Kitajima warrior scratched the back of his head and said suspiciously, "I mean, this guy who doesn't even want to say his name tells us that the president of the relief society is going to betray the 'Elders', and that the other party intends to hand over the technology of the 'Necromantic Successor' to the church, and finally gives this child a graffiti-like map." Can we believe him? Or is it just a joke?"

"It's not like a joke, it's more like a trap. Behind the warrior, a man in a wide robe, with tattoos of various colors on his skin, said in a deep voice.

The last of the four was a dwarf, who was less than one meter two tall, and he played with the stone in his hand as he walked, shaking his head and saying, "It doesn't matter if it's a joke or a trap." From the moment we received that letter, there was no choice. The other party expected that we, in order to verify the authenticity of the news, would definitely enter the relief committee to find out. Am I right?31?55?"

The warrior glanced at the gnome and muttered, "Then why did we choose to infiltrate the Relief Society? Just report the name of the 'Conflict Legion' and let them let us in?"

The dwarf glanced at the North Island people with an idiot look: "If the news of the rebellion of the president of the relief society is true, then we swaggered in and walked in, wouldn't we fall into the net?!"

The tattooed man stopped the two from arguing and asked them to keep up with Jerome and find out the truth as soon as possible.

The deeper you go down the cave, the thicker the disgusting stench in the air. The North Island warrior frowned, and said with an ugly face: "The gods are above! I have a bad premonition......

Eventually, a group of four people walked in front of a huge pit. The gnome stood at the edge of the pit, glanced downward, then turned pale and retreated sharply.

By the faint light of the torches, the four of them could finally see what was inside the pit, which was covered in black, stinking blood, and there were some human remains floating in the middle......

The corner of the warrior's eyes twitched, and he stared at Jerome nervously, and asked uneasily, "On the map, should you ask us to ......?"

The latter pointed to the entrance to a sewage pipe above the pool of blood and said, "Climb in from there." ”

"Damn! I'm not going to get into there!" the gnome tightened his robes and repeated his protest loudly.

Jerome tilted his head towards the North Island warrior, who sighed and grabbed the dwarf by the neck and threw him into the pipes of the pool of blood.

Twenty minutes later, four foul-smelling men, after confirming the safety of the perimeter, climbed out of the upper end of the sewage pipe.

As soon as the dwarf climbed out of the pipe, he fell to his knees on the ground, supported the ground with his palms, and vomited the undigested food in his stomach, saying as he vomited, "If you let me ...... Found it...... That bastard who drew the map, I swear! I'll break his neck with my own hands!"

Looking at the slaughterhouse-like room, the tattooed man kicked the skull on the ground with the instep of his foot, sniffed the smell on his body, and then said to Jerome: "We have to find a way to wash off the stains on our body, otherwise these smells on our bodies alone will be enough to make our infiltration completely fail." ”

Jerome took out the map, looked at the direction and direction carefully, and pointed to a door at the end of the slaughterhouse: "Go there." ”

The four of them packed up everything and followed the guidance of the map, walked through a long road, and came to an underground natural spring. The clear spring water flowed down the crack in the ground into the narrow hole, and on the bluestone next to the hole, four sets of relief committee members' robes were neatly arranged.

Jerome picked up his robes with his scabbard, looked at them carefully, and was surprised to find that whether it was a tall North Island warrior or a short dwarf, these clothes actually fit the size of the four of them perfectly.

The tattooed man approached Jerome's side, looked at the robe, and said, "The development of things makes me feel more and more creepy......"

The leader of the team looked at the robe in his hand, and his brows were wrinkled together.

The North Island warrior picked up the spring water, first sniffed it, then tasted it with his tongue, and finally simply took off his clothes and rinsed it happily. The gnome watched all this quietly, sat on the ground and waited slowly, and only after making sure that the spring water was in order to join the ranks of the rinse.

Jerome looked at his robe repeatedly, but he couldn't see anything special, and he was puzzled, and finally gave the order to change his clothes.

The four of them, dressed in the clothes of the Relief Society, bypassed the sentry and deceived the guards along the way according to the patrol route and password given on the map, and finally came to the core test area of the Relief Society.

Looking at the 'monsters' imprisoned on both sides of the mountain wall, the dwarf's mouth opened wide and his face was incredulous: "I have heard other people mention the 'Necromantic Inheritor', but I always thought it was just a rumor. ”

The tattooed man observed the test subject in the cage and said to Jerome, "The three elders once jointly asked about the progress of the 'Necromantic Inheritor' experiment, but the answer given by the Relief Society was difficult and slow. In this way, it is indeed possible that Theodore betrayed the Presbyterian Church. ”

The North Island warrior thought for a while, and suddenly said something unrelated: "If I'm not mistaken, Theodore used to be Lord Jerome's teacher when he was in the 'Discord Legion'?"

The dwarf rolled his eyes when he heard this, pushed his elbow against the strong man's knee, and whispered, "Shut up." ”

Jerome looked into the depths of the hallway, a look of confusion in his eyes, and after a moment he tightened his grip on the dagger at his waist and walked firmly towards the door at the end of the hallway.

As the two door panels were slowly pushed open, in the huge laboratory, an old man with a stiff body and gray hair stopped the quill in his hand and slowly moved his gaze from the book on the table to the door in front of him.

"Jerome?" Theodore stood up from his chair with a look of surprise.

The man with a scarred face performed a standard Taylor disciple salute towards the old man in front of him.

The old man smiled and nodded, pointing to the chair in the room, and was about to say something, when the other man's next sentence made his smile freeze on his face.

"I, Jerome Nichols, as the ninth in line to the Legion of Discord, representing the will of the alien race, am hereby questioned. Are you still loyal to your oath of membership?!"