This time, this strange village finally had a bit of a village appearance, and before he could walk in, Sherlock heard fierce shouts from a distance, and then as the distance continued to approach, he recognized the cry for help of one of the women, and listening to the voice, it seemed that he could not hold on.

At his urging, several people also quickened their pace.

A few minutes later, they came to the square on the north side of the town, where a large crowd surrounded a woman in the middle who seemed to be questioning something.

"Say, Sardell, where did you hide your daughter, do you really want to kill the whole town?"

"Tell me, where is that ominous monster, I'm going to let her bury my son"

"Sure enough, Otum is just like her bitch mother, she shouldn't have been kept in the first place."

"I'll just say that there is no good thing in the foreigners, and her mother should have died as a sacrifice back then, and now the retribution will fall on her daughter."

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"No, Otum is a good boy, there is absolutely no way she did these things......"

The woman at the center of public opinion tried her best to argue, but no one believed her.

There are those who simply don't believe, who think they have the absolute truth and who want everyone to obey their ideas.

Some people don't want to believe it, even though they may know that this is not the case, but since they already have the perfect answer, and it has nothing to do with them, why bother to delve into right and wrong.

There are also people who can't believe it, they are afraid that they will become different, they are afraid that they will be the same fate as the person in front of them.

And Sherlock and the others, as outsiders, sympathize with the weak is almost natural, this has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, not to mention that after listening to a few words, several people have already believed the woman's explanation, but this kind of standing in line still needs to be carefully investigated.

"Hey, buddy, what's going on."

Despite its remote and bizarre customs, the town still has players, and Sherlock quickly hooks up with a melon-eating player, in addition to their group.

The dwarf player glanced back, and when he saw that it was the same player, he said in a gossipy tone: "The woman who is surrounded in the middle is called Sadel, Otum is her adopted daughter, and a lot of strange things have happened around Otum recently, these stupid NPCs think that Otum is an evil witch and want to roast her alive, and the damn person will definitely not agree to this kind of thing, so ah, there is this kind of bloody plot." ”

Well, the plot is as described by this dwarf player, dog blood, and his emotional tendencies can also be judged from his adjectives on both sides, combined with the brain circuits that the brain has always had, this plot Sherlock is already a bit eyebrow-raising.

Not surprisingly, these villagers must play the role of villains, and the right way to cut into this plot should be to stop this atrocity.

It's just that before he could discuss it with his friends, the rest of the players in the crowd couldn't wait to stand up and dissuade the villagers who were gradually falling into madness.

"Outsiders, we don't need you to talk much about the affairs of our village." A middle-aged man in a chef's robe threatens the players with a kitchen knife in his hand, and the rest of the villagers also heckle around.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the players tried to resist, but one of the troubadours in the group quietly retreated and played his harmonica.

"Be careful."

With Sherlock's reminder, Tammu immediately chanted a shielded voice to envelop everyone on his side. The others fell to the ground shortly after hearing the harmonica.

Olasberg is just a normal little village with no NPCs that are dedicated to the player, similar to Class Mentors, so a level 20 troubadour's lullaby is enough to put everyone to sleep.

The rest of the people were almost all players, the five of Sherlock, the five members of the team blocking the villagers, and the thirteen scattered players who walked together in twos and threes, a total of twenty-three people were stalemate.

The reason for the stalemate is naturally the ownership of Saudelle, a key NPC in the plot.

The protagonist of this plot is obviously the missing Otum, whether she is really a witch or a warlock who has just awakened her abilities, she hides the cause and effect of this plot.

And as Otum's adoptive mother, the closest and trusted person in this town, Sadelle definitely knows some clues.

"Several, we have been staring at this task a natural week ago, and we stood up just now, and these villagers were also put down by us, and this NPC is ours in all sense and reason." The captain of the other group of five, the troubadour who had just played the lullaby, stood up and said, with a hint of warning in his words.

It's just that the players who dare to come out and hang around at this stage don't have a fuel-efficient lamp, so they will naturally not be intimidated by the other party, no one will reply, and no one will leave.

There are so many NPCs around here, and killing these people will have three times the PK value, so everyone doesn't dare to take the lead.

"It's just a small hidden mission, and it's not worth the level of experience." This troubadour is already naked and threatened, and he doesn't know what the other party has to rely on.

The ultimatum has been issued, but the people around have no intention of backing down.

The team also knew that this matter could not be better, and the weapon in his hand suddenly tightened a little.

Theoretically, this situation will continue to be deadlocked, but there will always be people who can't help it or want to take advantage of it.

A thief who sneaks up behind an NPC breaks the stalemate in an instant.

When the opponent showed his face, all kinds of single ranged skill spells had already been thrown over.

But this thief dared to do this, apparently with a back hand, crushed a dark black crystal in his hand, and disappeared from the place with the NPC, leaving no trace at all.

"Shadow Wandering! The Shadow Stone must be extinct. Surprised in his heart, Tamu explained in a low voice.

Shadow Wandering, as the name suggests, is to temporarily jump to the shadow plane, this six spells are not something that a thief can cast, the key is something else, that dark black crystal, the Shadow Stone.

This is the object of the dark ritual of the druids, and as the era passed, the shadow stones created by them also disappeared, and its function was to bring people to the shadow plane, and when the energy in the stone was exhausted, the user would return to the main material plane again.

"Groove, people, which team did it?"

"Does anyone know that thief?"

"He's a leg, what kind of skill is this, I can't see any information about Lao Tzu's tracking and reconnaissance skills."

"My arcane eye has seen it, and it seems to be related to the shadows!"