In a wooden box, several bottles of holy water were covered with hay, and the slender bottles were colorless liquids, without any hint of "sacredness". Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But those liquids exude a subtle power that is intimidating.

Rosen asked the middle-aged man to stand aside, walked to the wooden box by himself, picked up a bottle of holy water, and directly opened the cork.

A fresh scent came, but Lawson was not attracted by it, and his sense reached into the bottle, deeply analyzing the composition of these holy waters.

After a few moments, Rosen figured out what this so-called "holy water" was.

No wonder he felt déjà vu to this thing, as Rosen had discovered that the holy water contained traces of an etching worm extract.

If the bodily fluids of the Erosion Worm can create the "price of power" of the forbidden drug that temporarily increases one's strength, then it is very puzzling that this ingredient is contained in this holy water.

Or maybe it's fake holy water, the cultists have infiltrated the Durant family and provided the refugee camp with fake holy water, hoping to recreate the monsters in the sewers.

Or that the holy water itself has no effect on curing the plague, and the entire city of Byron Weith is just a testing ground for cultists.

The second possibility is creepy, and for Rosen it complicates the situation, as it means that there is such a corrupt force in the Templars, which is difficult.

The pestilence, holy water, and the disappearance of the human being that Rosen had not yet had time to investigate, these extraordinary circumstances, together with what happened to him in Bunajn and Regios, made Rosen's uneasy premonition even stronger.

If he was not mistaken, there seemed to be a great conspiracy brewing in this Byron Weis, and he had already stepped into the whirlpool of incomparably troubled things.

"Who gave you the holy water?"

Rosen decided to inquire about the source of these "holy waters" in order to determine the direction of his next investigation.

"It's Durant's, we have a regular connector, his name is Hank, he's fat, bald, he's mustache, and every Thursday evening, we meet at the 'lamb to the slaughter' on the outskirts of town, and he hands me the goods, and I give him money. ”

The middle-aged man immediately replied, it seemed that he did not have much loyalty to the organization he lived in, and only worked for money.

"Thursday, isn't that today?"

After thinking about it, Rosen decided that this clue was quite important and must be pursued.

"That's right, if...... If I hadn't met you, I'd be on my way to the city right now. ”

The middle-aged man paused, as if considering what to call Rosen.

"yes, then you can go now. ”

Immediately thinking of a solution, Rosen said to the man.

"W-What do you mean?"

Not daring to figure out what Rosen meant, the man asked tremblingly.

"What's your name?"

Rosen didn't answer, but asked for the other person's name.

"Moros, my lord. ”

"Very well, Moros, from now on, I am your escort. ”

patting the other party on the shoulder, Rosen's voice was a little mischievous.

......

On the outskirts of Byron Weiss, inside the "lamb to the slaughter".

Hank was quite anxious.

He sat in the corner of the hall, his fat fingers constantly tapping the tabletop, the cup in front of him was long empty, and the fat man looked at the door of the hotel from time to time, his eyebrows full of impatience.

Finally, when he couldn't resist asking the clerk for another glass of rum for the third time, a middle-aged man stepped into the store and ended his long wait.

"You're late. ”

Hank said in a muffled voice, as if he was afraid that the others would hear, but there were actually only the two of them in the entire hall.

At this point in time, the "lamb to the slaughter" was empty, and even the clerk did not know when it was lost.

"Something has been delayed. ”

It was none other than Morros, who wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced out of the corner of his eye.

Two guards were standing facing each other, one of Hank's bodyguards and the other an imposter of Lawson.

Relying on his strong perception ability, Lawson could hear the conversation between the two in the store at the door, so he didn't have to risk entering the tavern.

"How are the goods selling this time?"

Hank rubbed his hands together and gave a greedy expression.

"It's okay, but the refugees don't have much money left to loot, and most of them plunder each other to get enough of a bottle or two. ”

Moros explained, but his attention was not on Hank.

"The plague in the camps seems to be spreading again recently, and I believe they will be willing to pay the price. ”

Hank smiled, revealing the flesh on his face.

"By the way, Hank, where the hell did all this holy water come from, we sell it like this, if the Templar finds out......"

Swallowing his spit, Moros asked what Rosen had asked him to say.

"Idiot, don't you know that Master Durant and Bishop Edgar have a lot of connections?

Glancing at Moros with some contempt, Hank laughed at the timid coward as he stood up and patted his clothes wrinkled from his long sitting.

"You wait here, I'll get the goods for you. ”

So saying, he moved up to the second floor, and after a while he came downstairs with a small suitcase.

"Why so little?"

Moros was a little strange, it was usually at least a large box of holy water, why was the amount wrong this time?

"It's almost time for the lord to order, and the amount of holy water will be reduced in the future, so after selling this batch, you can come back from that damn refugee camp, hahaha. ”

Hank said, as if it wasn't a place for humans to live, but a pens for animals.

"Okay, I see. ”

Nodding, Moros accepted the small box and took out a heavy bag of gold coins and handed it to Moros.

"Yes, it seems that this kind of business can continue to be done in the future, the master is really a genius. ”

Hank weighed the weight of the purse, then took out a gold coin and bit it before he put it in his pocket and stood up with joy.

"Okay, it's time for me to go, it's all your fault, I originally made an appointment with a pair of sisters from 'Lilium', and now I can make them wait!"

Hank, who was in a hurry to get away from the business district, had just walked out the door and turned back to Moros and muttered a word.

"Moros, why are you here alone, it's not safe to be without a guard in this realm. ”

"Ugh!"

After Hank's reminder, Moros realized that there was no Rosen at the door, and Hank's bodyguard was unaware, as if Rosen had not existed in the first place.

If you dare to leak it, come and get this head of yours tonight.

Only Rosen's threatening words echoed in Moros's ears, causing him to shudder.

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