Ian was surprised, "Where are we going?"

Sid took out a power of attorney from his bosom and raised it, grinning: "Every day I go for a walk in the Mercenary Guild, we can always find something suitable for us." ”

He's almost recovered from his injuries in the past month. Going out for a walk was Maggie's "health advice" to help Sid recover his strength as soon as possible, and Sid was not idle.

Ian took the power of attorney and read it cursoryly, and the two silkworm eyebrows raised: "Human disappearance investigation?"

"That's right!" Sid grinned, "a normal commission." In this world, those who evade taxes, those who run away from crime, and even farmers who simply flee when they find that this year's harvest is not enough to pay the land tax, in short, the possibility of fighting is extremely low, and it is very suitable for the errand tasks of the black iron mercenaries. ”

"Aren't you worried...... Ian frowned and read the power of attorney again, "Isn't it okay for these people to go missing and the current Warcraft are frequent?"

"We're only responsible for giving conclusions and evidence, even if it's related to Warcraft activities, it doesn't mean we have to kill a few Warcraft, right?"

"Okay, but your hurt ......" Ian was still a little uneasy.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go, if you don't leave, Jinx won't be able to leave!"

Ian couldn't help but shudder when he noticed that Sid was now mentioning Jinx's name.

At Sid's urging, Ian went back and packed up his weapons and medicines, and then set off with Sid for Kush, the town where the client was.

The town of Kush is just north of the oasis, very close, less than a hundred stars away, and is a lesser-known place. In Ian's opinion, it would be better to call it a "town" than a "stronghold". Although the population is not too small, it is far less prosperous than Oasis Town. The streets were deserted, as if everyone here didn't have to go out to work. The town was surrounded by walls more than a man high and low stone buildings, staring coldly at the wilderness outside.

The land around Kush is also a common red dry hard soil in the Commonwealth State. Sid said that only a few kinds of coarse grains could be grown in this red soil, and it was difficult to produce wheat and rice like the ones he had seen in the empire. The emptiness of the four fields outside the town, and the bleak depression inside the town, inevitably gave Ian the illusion that he had arrived in a wild land, and it was hard to imagine that this was so close to the oasis. Occasionally, I met a few local townspeople on the road, and their eyes were suspicious and wary.

"Outsiders don't seem to be welcome?" Ian held the hilt of his sword in his left hand, and unconsciously lowered his voice as he walked in such a quiet environment.

"Maybe, I haven't heard much about this place. Sid quipped as he walked, "Anyway, let's find the guild and find out the situation first." ”

"Speaking of which," Ian asked again, "why doesn't that power of attorney have the client's name on it?"

"Anonymous entrustment. Delegators who do not want to reveal their identities can issue anonymous orders through the guild. ”

Ian frowned, "...... It's not pleasant. ”

"I also think that it is not a content-sensitive commission. Sid smiled, his eyes lit up, "There it is, there." ”

The two walked briskly into a small, dilapidated two-story building. Although the place inside is not large, it is quite clean, and the notice boards, the entrusted windows, the rest and discussion areas, etc., are also equipped with the same equipment as other mercenary guilds.

"Hello," Sid said as he walked to a reception window and handed over the power of attorney, "we took this commission at the Oasis, you already know it." ”

"Yes sir, we have received the message. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"That's the case, I want to confirm again, ...... is the principal of this commission?"

The receptionist's face was as usual: "As you can see, sir, it is anonymous. ”

"It's about investigating the disappearance," Sid asked, "to complete the conditions...... Is it sufficient to 'submit a written report and corresponding evidence within a half-month period'?"

"Yes, sir, exactly. ”

"Understood. Who should we contact for the details of the commission?"

"If you have anything unclear, just ask me. ”

Sid and Ian looked at each other, then turned back to the receptionist and asked, "What is the current situation of missing people? Is there any specific information, such as the general location of the missing person, and who are the missing people...... Etcetera. ”

The receptionist smiled, "We're all set." As he spoke, he took out a paper bag from under the counter, which looked like there should be a thick wad of paper inside. "These are the details of the disappearances, and we have compiled them all for you to take back and read slowly. Besides—" the receptionist thought for a moment, and said mysteriously, "the local residents of Kush have gone missing several people in a row, and everyone is panicking. I've heard rumors that some people are walking and disappearing, and they don't make a sound. ”

Then she leaned forward slightly, and showed a professional smile again: "Therefore, I hope you can complete the commission as soon as possible." ”

"Is this Kush's map?" Ian pulled one out of a stack of drawings at the counter and asked the receptionist, "Can you give us one?"

"Of course, feel free to take it. ”

In the huge town of Kush, there is only one hotel. However, the reason is that there are not many travelers, so when Ian and Sid found it in the evening, there were still rooms available for them to rent. In order to save money, they decided to share a double room.

"What do you think?" After dinner, Sid pinned Kush's map to the wall of the room.

Ian was sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through the paperwork the receptionist had given him. Most of them are about the approximate time of each disappearance and the introduction of the people involved, and there is no mention of the key conclusions and speculations.

"Now we have to start with these missing people," Ian said, "but it doesn't seem to have much relevance or similarity." ”

"What's in the materials?"

"The first case was by the river in the northeast of the town, and only one of the three townspeople who went there to wash clothes because he remembered that there was still something burning on the stove at home and returned halfway, so he escaped, and the other two were all missing. These are all middle-aged women. Look at this again—" Ian changed a piece of paper, "Orion Roddick took his ten-year-old son to the southwest of the village to hunt, and the two never came back that day. The only things you bring with you when you go out are hunting bows and arrows, hunting knives and some picnic items. In addition, Dalí, a merchant who lives in Kush Town, set out from his home and planned to go south to Oasis Town to shop for goods, but he disappeared from the day he set out, and no one in Oasis Town saw him...... There are many more records, the characteristics of the missing people are all different, and the disappearances are also day and night, without any similarity. ”

Sid listened to Ian's description and marked the missing locations on the map little by little. Ian drew a circle in the corresponding position for each narration. Soon, the map around Kush Town, and even on the streets within Kush Town, was marked with many circles.

After drawing the last circle, he sat down on his bed, propped his hands behind the bed board and said, "I don't think it should be the tax evasion we imagined before." Life here is simple, taxes are not high, and these people have completely different identities, so there is no reason to run away. ”

"In the case of the monster attack, there is no record of blood at the scene, not even a sign of a fight or resistance, and some of them happened in Kush Town. ”

"So there's only one possibility?" Sid mused.

"Most of them were kidnapped by someone, and they must have used some special method to quietly make these big living people disappear on the spot. ”

"I've heard that water fairies and dream-waking flower fairies can intervene in people's dreams and kidnap them...... Ian reads through a number of encyclopedias related to Warcraft from Lyra.

Water Spirit Fairies and Dream Awakening Flower Demons are also classified as intelligent monsters, and it is recorded that they can resonate with people's dreams by controlling the fluctuations of magic energy, thus intervening in dreams to bewitch. The people who are seduced will be confused, and others will seem to be awake, but in fact they are still in their dreams, and they are persistently going to the place designated by the monster. The fate of these people was, of course, tragic.

"Not quite really," Sid had heard of the legends, "not to mention how many years the Water Spirit Fairy and the Dream Flower Demon have disappeared, and even if they do reappear, the few who met together to do the laundry, and the father and son who went hunting, all have neighbors around them who have spoken to them, proving that they are all right—people in their waking dreams cannot talk to people normally." ”

Sid took down the map, which had more than twenty circles, rolled it up, and put it back in his bag.

"Let's go to these missing places tomorrow. He proposed, "As long as we can find evidence, our commission will be completed." Sid lay down comfortably as he spoke, his hands resting on the back of his head.

Ian was stunned: "Don't we need to find the murderer?"

"What to find the murderer, the goal of our commission is only to draw conclusions and evidence. But we weren't asked to catch the murderer, and the bounty didn't include arrest. Sid said nonchalantly, as he began to take off his boots, "Besides, if the murderer is very powerful, then the commission level may not be more than black iron at all." If the murderer is weak - just a charlatan who uses a special method to lure people away, then there is no need for the Blackstone level...... It's impossible to define. So, we do what we are asked to do. ”

"But ......," Ian still felt that it was inappropriate.

"Don't be, I know what you're thinking. But," Sid reminded him, "don't forget that we're mercenaries now. Mercenaries are paid to do things according to the contract, and the sense of justice does not apply. ”

Seeing that Ian stopped talking, Sid rolled over and muttered, "Rest early, I'm going to run a lot from tomorrow." ”

Ian extinguished the oil lamp and lay down. It's not because he has any sense of justice, but simply because he feels that he can't catch the real culprit, so it's hard to be sure that the conclusions they have reached are correct. As for the evidence, what could he find without touching the murderer? But he decided to follow Sid's advice. Hearing that this commission had nothing to do with Warcraft, his interest had subsided for the most part.