Nekri provided them with as much information as he could, but he rarely asked about his customers, so he didn't know much about it. Dineen understands this—if he is too nosy, the Cultists of the Damned will not let him stay in this position that is very important to them. Before this, he had suspected that the other party was probably a member of the Cursed Sect, of course, not better.

From Nekri, Dineen learns the location of their deal, a clinic with little business. When it comes to intractable diseases, the townspeople of Nanhai Town trust the skills of priests and pharmacists more, while doctors who hold knives and gesture on your stomach are harder to trust.

But it's perfect for anyone who wants to do something that can't be discovered by the guards. When Dineen and Albert arrived, it was getting dark, and the streets outside were still full of people, but there wasn't even half a person in the alley. The dirt road underfoot does not show any obvious signs of pedestrians. Dinen picked out a few blood-stained thatches from the side, and was sure they were in the wrong place.

He clearly remembered that Nekri's men had delivered goods the day before yesterday. But not a single rut mark could be found. Dineen took a closer look at the ground, making sure someone had deliberately cleaned it to cover something.

And at the end of the alley was the clinic they were looking for. It was quiet and dilapidated, as if it had long been abandoned, and there was no sign of human activity at all.

"I thought that my mental preparation would not be in vain." "But this kind of place... Who would believe this was the target of a burglary? ”

Dinen pushed the door, but it didn't move, so he worked harder, almost removing it from the frame. So the somewhat crooked wooden door creaked noisily and opened back, revealing a dark room. He narrowed his eyes for a moment to adjust to the contrast in the light, and then he could see the chaos inside.

Crumbling bottles piled up to the ceiling, surgical instruments and bloodstained axes were thrown on the operating table, bandages scattered to the floor. Fresh organs were soaked in half-human-high glass bottles, and the alchemy circle used to keep fresh on the floor shimmered slightly. There was a dried human head nailed to the wall facing the doorway, and the black hole eyes were staring straight at them.

Albert quietly ducked behind Dinein's back.

Dinen looked around, but couldn't find anything like a mask, fangs, or voodoo doll, and was sure he hadn't stepped into some troll witch doctor's house. At the same time, he affirmed that "bad business" was just a euphemism for the businessman.

If a civilian hadn't screamed and fled within twenty seconds after seeing the sight of a murderous maniac's lair, he would have had enough guts to be drafted into the army to take on the Forsaken Alchemists of the Undercity. It's almost the same place as here.

"How the hell did the guards of Nanhai let this place go?" Albert whispered, "If they were in the royal city, they would have been thrown into prison in two days for these forbidden items." ”

Dinen shrugged his shoulders and walked straight inside. With so much clutter on the floor, he gave up on the idea of keeping quiet and sought balance instead. Albert had a slight complaint about his unanimous kicking of the foot no matter what he encountered, but he couldn't stop it when he walked behind. They clanged through the room and found the next door.

As Dineen pushed the door open, a dark green light shot in. Albert reacted quickly and stepped forward to block the blow with the Holy Light. Dineen immediately pulled herself back from her evasive stance and straightened herself away, away from the dusty and suspicious grease stained walls beside her. There was a slight noise in the darkness, and he drew his sword and slashed down the white skeletons that had pounced on the paladin, who was too narrow to wield his hammer.

"Now I can confirm that this is what we're looking for." He commented.

Albert gave him a surprised look: "So you weren't sure before?" ”

"yes." Dinen said nonchalantly, "Are you satisfied with this experience of illegal invasion?" ”

"I just wonder why you're in such a hurry. Too risky, isn't it? ”

"Hurry." Dinen snorted, and walked over the skeleton to the house, destroying some mechanism with a sword, and a few arrows that were obviously poisoned grazed his shoulders and shot into the door panel, "If it weren't for the fact that - to get some light - if it weren't for the damn elemental spirit that caused me to lie in that broken cave for a whole month, I would have had enough time to slowly pull out the rats from this place and go to Stratholm for a big game." He paused, turned back and knocked on a certain wallboard, listened intently, and then began to dismantle it, "But now, even if I am 100% sure that there is a big fish on this thread, I have to be prepared to leave this place in a hurry the day before I catch him." ”

"Because even if you try to do both—" he ripped off the wall panel and threw it on the ground, staring down the dark passage behind him, "you have to know what's more important." ”

The city to the north, and the role it was about to play, was the core plan of the Cult of the Damned. It was there that the turning point in the fate of the kingdom – and at the same time his own – was to divide the winners and losers. Even if he gave up the low-hanging fruit, he had to leave enough time for Stratholme's trip.

Of course, there is another reason why Dineen is so unscrupulous. This is the interior of the town, where the lord's army is stationed. Even if this break-in alarmed the Cursed cultists hiding here, as long as they were allowed to flee to the streets, then the opponent would have only two options: pursue, and then expose and trigger a siege; Leave them unpursued, let them escape safely, divert themselves and destroy the traces. In either case, it was he who had the upper hand.

In large cities, the cultists of the Damned can rely on pre-arranged connections to conceal the truth and block news, but in such a small town, even the lords themselves have difficulty stopping the rumors that are spreading rapidly. If it were just a personal incident, the people would be silent out of fear, but if they confronted the man-eating monsters, rather than the mysterious and distant rumors of the night, then the people whose safety was threatened would never be patient anymore.

He stooped into the passageway, and Albert slammed the wooden door nailed with arrows behind him. The soft glow of the Holy Light illuminated the passageway, which had clearly been repaired, and Dinen stared at the smooth walls and bloodstained dirt beneath his feet, descending the steep slope smoothly. At the end of the shaft, which was not very high, he skipped the ladder and jumped straight into it.

Unsurprisingly, here are dungeons and laboratories.

And there are guards.

Dinen seized the time to let out a war cry to alert his partner to the presence of the enemy, and at the same time raised his hand to hold the oncoming tomahawk steadily, and stabbed the opponent through the opponent with a swipe of his wrist. Brushing aside the weapon that had fallen in front of him by inertia, the other hand stabbed through the next opponent's defenses and stabbed straight into the throat. At this moment, the originally soft holy light behind him instantly swelled to the point of dazzling, and Dineen gave way sideways, and the warhammer struck an unlucky ghost in the jaw, sending him flying to the other end of the room.

The dungeon's narrow aisles are a bit overwhelming for fighting side by side. Dinin simply lowered his swords and charged, brushing shoulders with the enemy before turning around. The guards who drove the undead to the front were broken through the line before they could even react. It was rare to encounter an enemy who was not an undead, and there was no need to avoid the stinking black blood, and the warrior moved his muscles and bones with a little elation. The steel storm swept half of the aisle in an instant, and the oncoming guards were cut into pieces and blood splattered in the blink of an eye, until Albert shouted to keep him alive, and Dineh withdrew his hand, looking around casually with his partner's condemning gaze.

"Hey, there's a living one here?"

Naturally, he wasn't referring to the cursed cultist who had been deliberately left behind, who was already slumped on the ground, apparently unable to run. Instead, there was a living man in the middle of the cells, which were occupied by corpses and undead creatures, and his family was well-off in terms of clothing. At this time, the young man obviously had just recovered from the shock and slammed into the railing: "You are here to save me?" ”

"It's not." Dineen replied bluntly.

Albert sighed and walked over helplessly to try to save it. But when he and the young nobleman saw each other, they both showed shocked expressions, and said in unison, "Is that you?" ”

Dineh's eyes narrowed.

"Acquaintance?"

Albert's expression was a little complicated, and he didn't speak immediately. Catching a glimpse of the young nobleman trying to speak first, Dineen violently tapped the fence with the hilt of his sword to signal him to shut up. He hates the element of surprise, and even more hates the element of surprise is the sympathy of his partner.

"His name is Cornwall Test." Albert finally said, "His father is the lord here. ”

Dineen didn't react for a while. It's just that he lamented that the cursed cultists had the audacity to provoke the lord's son. It wasn't until he saw the wry smile on Albert's face that he remembered the reason why his partner had fallen here, and his face and mood became worse.

"That scrap that threw you at the traffickers?" He said coldly, his teeth bared.

"No, wait!" Seeing that Dining had the intention of leaving him here to fend for himself, Korver hurriedly defended himself, "I didn't do that thing, it's my dad!" I didn't even know about it! ”

Dineen scoffed.

"It makes no difference to me, or are you going to break off the father-son relationship with him in order to escape from here?"

"How is that possible!" The noble young master was almost jumping to his feet, and he roared without even thinking about his situation.

"Alright, mate." Albert sighed and pushed aside Dineh, who was still going to provoke the other party, and cautiously did not call him by name, "We said yes, didn't we?" This matter is no longer the point. ”

Dinen shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and complained, "Your temper is too good, partner." ”

Albert was not going to point out to him that he was mild-mannered because Dinen was far more irascible and straightforward than he was. Often when he was still in a dilemma under the constraints of dogma and etiquette, Dineh had already spoken ill of each other or directly fought outright. At such times, he has no choice but to dissuade him...... Wait until you are discouraged before dissuading?

The Paladin, who was upright by nature, felt as if something was wrong with him.

But he had indeed decided to let go of the past, and leaving the other party alone was not an option he could make. So Albert could only point to the almost forgotten Cursed Cultist and remind, "Hurry up and get down to business, partner." Then we'll have to get out of here - we'll take yours with us, Tayster. ”

Korver looked like he wanted to say something, but he shut up after Dineen's gloomy gaze swept over. Albert couldn't help but be glad that his partner was always intimidating enough to remind others to make wise choices, especially those who were not used to using their brains.