"Jim, why are there so many adventurers in my territory! Do you know why?"

At the Dragon Hunter headquarters, Finch looked gloomily at his men who had just returned from listening outside, and he needed an explanation.

Obviously, this third-order warrior who had brought back the head of the bipedal flying dragon was in a rather bad mood, and as for why it was not good, probably only he knew in his heart.

"Boss, it is said that Flender's commission was completed!, and then the mage used [Retrospective] to find out that Flender's murderer was a sewer rat man. ”

"So the Durune family issued a commission to clear the sewers of rats and avenge their young Flender!"

"It is said that entrusting an ordinary nezumi head is worth twenty coppers, and a high-ranking nezumi is worth three silver coins...... The adventurers are crazy. ”

"I just took the sack and came to the Black Street Sewer to pick up the money. ”

"Even the people in our gang want to go to the sewers and get some money. ”

This lean man has a mottled scar on his face from his eyelids to his lips.

He quickly told what he knew to the undoubted strongest man in the south of the Black Street, Finch.

Finch's expression became more and more gloomy the more he listened, until he was almost dripping water and not snorting.

Jim, the subordinate, trembled with fear, and only dared to hunch over and wait for Finch's order.

"It's okay, let's go, restrain the gang members, and don't clash with those foreign adventurers!"

Finch finally calmed down and said lightly to Jim.

"Yes, boss, I'm going to tell my brothers not to get into trouble with those adventurers. ”

As if Jim had been pardoned, he quickly took the order and went out, and he sighed more and more in his heart, as if his boss aura had become much stronger.

At least as a second-order [Elite Wanderer], he was a little uneasy, I'm afraid that in front of him, he wouldn't even be able to do it.

Finch inside didn't stay long at the headquarters, so he left the territory of the Dragon Hunters and went straight to the second floor of a thorn inn in the civilian area.

Walked to the last room at the end of the hallway, knocked on the wooden door, and whispered.

"Mistress Vermeer, are you there? I'm Finch!"

This name is the name of the old woman in the black robe who accompanied Finch to investigate the scene of the Black Street.

But from inside the room came a young and delicate female voice, lazy and mysterious.

"Finch? What's the matter? Come in!

The cheerful tone was a little high, and it was clear that she was in a good mood.

The hotel door opened automatically, and Finch glanced down the hallway and saw that no one was there.

Upon entering, Finch saw a slender young woman with black hair, lying on the bed, holding a glass of red liquid wine in her weak and boneless hands, looking at him and smiling evilly.

However, Finch only dared to glance at this woman with envy, who had rejuvenated in a few days.

This is an ability unique to the Ouroboros cult, which heals injuries with life force, and then rejuvenates and rejuvenates like a snake shedding its skin.

But I heard that I heard it, and this was the first time Finch had seen it.

He bowed his head respectfully and spoke.

"Lord Vermil must have received divine grace, it's really enviable. ”

"What did you come to me for?"

Still lazy, with a cozy voice, Vermeer put his straight and slender legs together and cocked them in an arc.

Instead of answering Finch's words, she readjusted her lying position, placed the wine glass on the bedside table, and then looked at the third-order warrior in front of her, waiting for his answer.

I don't know why, Finch always feels that the current Vermier has greed in his eyes, but he is thinking about the turmoil in the dark streets now, and he doesn't care much about Vermeer's strange appearance.

"It's just that there are a lot of adventurers in the dark streets now, I'm afraid...... The sacrifice of the serpent god should not be ....... ”

Finch was obviously caught off guard by the sudden adventurer, and he was flustered.

But that's normal.

After all, anyone who wants to perform an evil god sacrifice will be a little upset when they encounter a creature like an adventurer dangling under their noses.

"Huh, what's going on?"

The originally lazy woman suddenly sat up straight, except for those villains in the black street, where did the adventurer go?

Finch didn't dare to sell it, and told Vermeer in front of him what happened to Calando today.

After listening to Fincher's story, Vermeer, who was wearing only a silk nightdress, leaned back leisurely.

"Don't worry, it's nothing, they clean up theirs, we prepare ours, it's still unknown if the nezumi can survive for three months. ”

"When the storm clears, the sewer will still be the empty sewer, just like before. ”

”

Vermeer reverted to her unconcerned appearance and whispered, but she still gave Finch a few words.

"Don't act rashly during this time, it's not too late to act when the turmoil passes, three months is enough. ”

"Got it, Lord Vermil. ”

Finch nodded respectfully, wanting to leave.

But when he was about to turn around, a pair of white lotus arms were placed on his shoulders, and cold fingers touched his neck, chilling.

The aroma of breath like an orchid came to the nostrils, and it brought the charming sound to the ears.

"Since I'm here, I haven't enjoyed it for a long time, come, lie down!"

Fincher had a look of horror in her eyes, and she wanted to say something, but she also wanted to break free from her encirclement.

found that the body that originally belonged to him did not react at the moment, and involuntarily walked to the soft velvet bed like a robot and lay down.

"Lord Vermeer, please don't ...... like this"

His words were full of panic, and he clearly knew that his sudden encounter was not a good thing.

This priest who belongs to the cult of evil gods [Ouroboros], Vermil.

But in the southern principalities, there were terrible rumors of sucking twenty or thirty people dry.

He didn't want to let his essence and blood be depleted because of a pleasure, and he would lose his qualification to advance forever.

"Don't worry, I'll have a scale, after all, I still need your help now, don't I?"

The bewitching voice of the evil god priest came, and it also carried a meaning that could not be refused.

With the strength of her now fully restored fourth-order [blasphemous priest], it was enough for these third-order warriors to obediently listen to her and be at her mercy.

"Come on, enjoy!"

With a pleasant female voice, and Finch's expression of regret was about to overflow with humiliation.

A feast of pleasure rises quietly in a hotel.

......

In the sewers, the commission order has fermented, and there is an endless stream of adventurers rushing to the dark street from all over Calando.

However, most of them went in the southwest direction, which did not blend with the area where Gordon was located.

They're going to hunt nezumi, not worthless goblins.

So, when Nina returned from Fran's alchemy shop, Gordon learned that the situation in the sewers had begun to change.

However, this matter was also expected by Gordon, after all, the murderer must be punished, and he originally thought that it was a team of adventurers who came down to eliminate one and divide it.

But I didn't expect such a big deal from the Durune family to directly use the bounty mode to exterminate the nezumi clan in the Karandu sewers.

......

It pondered the situation in the sewers and its impact on the Blackfire Clan as it played with the vial of blue liquid that Nina handed over.

This is the [Invisibility Elixir] brought to him by Nina, and it is said that when swallowed, it can make a creature no more than two meters in size completely disappear into the air, but the action will make a sound.

Gordon didn't think long before he finally summoned Grush.

Let it take back all the goblin scouts that were watching the kobolds.

Now it has no capital to clash with adventurers for the time being.

Avoiding the limelight is the best solution, isn't it......

The Black-scaled Dragon rests on its side on hundreds of gold coins poured out of the dimensional pouch.

Squinting his eyes, he thought pleasantly as he enjoyed the scaling work that the Dragonborn Girl had given him with a rag soaked in hot water.

Occasionally, he turned over, lazy like a salted fish lying on the ground, motionless.