Cypress Street, newsstand, near the mailbox.

This is what was recorded in the note handed to him by Ogouf a few days ago, Kashiwagi Street is in the northern city, starting from his own home, first walking to the vicinity of the detective office, making sure that there are no followers around, and the carriage for more than half an hour to the vicinity of the target location, and then walking several blocks along the way to the destination by looking at the signs.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, at the appointed time, Donald appeared in front of the newsstand on time, and sitting inside was a middle-aged man, with a big belly and thinning hair.

Is such a person really a member of a cult?

However, there were no other newsstands around, so Donald hesitated to take out the copper sheet and put it on the counter in front of him.

"You're really on time, wait on the bench next to you, wait for me for 3 minutes, I'm going to close." ”

Seeing the token, the middle-aged man's hand was unexpectedly fast, holding it in his hand, and then pretending to hand over a new-style magazine.

9 a.m. is the normal closing time for newsstands, and this time is agreed to ensure that everything is as usual.

"It really has the meaning of underground organization joints, which is much better than the underground market......

Strictly speaking, cults are not the same as underground markets, the latter is acquiesced by the government, and the former is an organization that will be directly included in the extermination list once discovered.

There's no room for manoeuvre, no wonder they've made these things so complicated.

When he saw the newsstand manager again, he had changed into a brown coat, a beret, not a bowler or a high silk top hat, and no cane in his hand, apparently not even middle-class.

As he closed the newsstand door, he gestured to Donald in a hidden place and motioned for him to follow.

"Where are you going?"

It was obviously the other party who led the way, but it was Donald who walked in front, and the newsstand manager was just standing one step behind him, directing his march.

"My home. ”

"Huh?"

What does it mean to go to your house, and the place of trade is in your house?

After about 10 minutes, Donald looked at the two-story dilapidated house in front of him and realized that the other party was not joking.

The light was shining through the window on the side of the house, and Donald glanced over to see a child watching the two of them behind the window.

"That's your ......"

"Son, it's my child, please come in, Lord Oguf is already waiting for you at home. ”

Without hesitation, the newsstand manager confirmed Donald's suspicions, but the latter choked in his throat.

Cultist...... Got kids?

In Donald's eyes, cult members are always people who have lost hope for the future and have embarked on this dark path.

However, when the door opened, he saw a woman coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of steamed potatoes, followed by a little girl holding an empty porcelain bowl.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Ogouf is waiting for you upstairs, and go upstairs to the second room. ”

The woman was also well aware of his affairs, and bowed to him in front of the two children without any awkwardness, the girl even bent down in the same way, and the middle-aged man bowed by the shoulders of the other child, all of which were habitual movements.

"No, no bow...... I'm hungry, go eat, I'll just go up myself. ”

Hurriedly stopped, the tone of his voice involuntarily raised a few degrees, Donald rubbed the little girl's hair, and his left hand, which was holding the cane of the hidden knife, turned white.

When he reached the top of the stairs and looked back, the couple and their two children were already seated at the table, and the dinner was like a normal family, but the meaning behind it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

With two children at such a young age, their self-awareness is not mature enough, and it is time to imitate their parents to establish their own concept of life.

How so?

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he walked up the stairs, stood in front of the second door, knocked on the door, and it was Oguf who opened the door, and inside was a tidy storage room, and the window on one side was open, and there were simple tables and chairs inside, and the light was still bright.

Pap ~ Pap ~ Before they sat down, the sound of dense footsteps outside the window shook both of them, and Oguf strode to the window, looking down with his back against the wall.

"It's fine, it's just a team of cops arresting people, and the target is not us, but a small stronghold nearby. ”

After a few minutes at the window, the footsteps faded away, and the sound of gunfire echoed faintly, but Oguf's expression was relaxed, and he returned to his seat.

"Stronghold?"

"It's just an intelligence relay station within the organization, don't worry. ”

Unconcerned, Oguf placed a suitcase on the table and opened the clasp.

"You got the news ahead of time?"

"No, now everyone in that stronghold should have been arrested, don't worry, it won't affect our side, just a few low-level believers have died, and it won't affect anything. ”

Human life was so insignificant in his mouth that the deaths of a few believers seemed to be only a few pennies lost.

It's even worse.

"The people down there, too?"

Of course, these people are at the bottom of society, and it only takes a small favor to make them die for the church...... A few pieces that can come in handy once in a while. ”

When Oguf communicated with Donald, he completely regarded him as a demon, and naturally did not dare to deceive in his words.

Money in exchange for gratitude, then control the mind.

Eventually drag them down the abyss.

This reality is a little too cruel, and the thought of the warm family below is likely to be sacrificed as an abandoned child at some point in the future.

For the first time, Donald developed a deep aversion to the cult.

They are not qualified to talk about the life and death of others so casually!

"Mr. Grant, this is the sincerity of our preparation, and Mr. Rastolle has specifically explained that I must personally participate in the transaction, and this is what you want, and this is what you need to help translate. ”

Oguf didn't feel Donald's mood change at all, just focused on taking things out of the box, 3 scrolls, 2 bottles of potions, this is all the contents of the box.

Open them one by one, the 3 scrolls are all copied copies, two of which need to be translated, and the remaining one is the talent potion recipe and the matching magic circle that Donald wants, and the potion is naturally a potion that enhances the effect of meditation.

"Agile Thinking ......"

Open the talent scroll, try to divert his attention, and prevent his emotions from being exposed, he can't do anything to this cult now.

But that doesn't mean later.

A simple read, it is a mental talent that is suitable for all wizards.

The effects of Agile Thinking are described as increasing the flow of mental energy, speeding up spell casting, etc.

To be able to come up with such a targeted talent scroll, it is obvious that Rastol has also made a lot of money, no wonder he only took a talent scroll and a few bottles of potions to let him translate two copies of the content.

Relying on his own exploration, Donald finally came into contact with the most core thing on the other side of this world - talent!