The sound of Dada's hooves echoed far away on the brick-paved road, and Snorlan rode the brown and white-flowered steed, closely following the black steed that Carmelo was riding, and the two horses galloped outside the north gate of Port Ward, waking up several alert rabbits and scaring off a flock of crows feeding on the carcasses of rotting unknown animals.

"Mr. Carmello, how far are we?" Snorlan asked right away.

"It's coming! A little further on, we are here. Their secret meeting was in a small inn in front of them, and the owner of the inn was the followers of Eresnu, and they held prayers and sacrifices in the basement! Carmelo replied. He slowed his horse's speed, and Snowland slowed down.

The road stretched slowly, and as the two horses slowly galloped along the path, a small building appeared on the left side of the road, and Carmelo and Snorlan approached, looking at the signboard, which seemed to be a small hotel. Snolan knew that it should be this little hotel.

Carmelo tugged at the reins and stopped the horse, followed by Snowland, who dismounted. After getting off the horse, Carmelo gave Snorlan a look, and Snorlan understood and silently followed behind Carmelo.

In this small inn, there is indeed such a group of Eresnu believers. They gathered here every Friday night to sacrifice to the god of killing, Eresnu, and they were engaged in all walks of life, workers, sailors, merchants, and officials. They may look at each other and dislike each other in their daily lives, but every Saturday night, they are brothers.

Although their strength is not high, he can capture weaker people and kill them to sacrifice Eresnu. The weak were angry and swung their knives at the weaker, and today, the weaker is a weak child.

The child was the son of a shoemaker, whose parents had just been killed by these crazy and cowardly believers, and he had been brought here and offered as a sacrifice to Eresnu.

This child is now full of hatred in his heart, and killing this hateful and innocent heart will be the best sacrifice they can make to Eresnu.

Just as they were sharpening their knives, Carmelo came in with Snorlan.

The owner of the inn presided over the sacrifice in the basement, he was the priest of the group of believers, and at the counter was a young man.

When the young man saw someone enter, he couldn't help but be shocked - his boss did something that was out of his head, and Eresnu's faith was banned in both the Roe Empire and the Segou Empire. He resisted his panic and said nervously, "I'm sorry, two, there is no room." ”

Carmelo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pulled out his sword suddenly, and before Snorlan could see how he drew his sword, he looked at it again - the fellow's throat had been pierced by the long sword, and he couldn't die anymore!

"Keep up." Carmelo whispered.

Snorlan followed Carmelo in the direction of the basement.

In the basement, the devotees of Eresnu were performing an evil ritual in a circle, with the idol of Eresnu in the middle of them, and next to the little boy who was still being sacrificed while his whole body was tied.

The believers of Eresnu whispered a prayer, a low prayer echoing through the small basement, and in the basement doorway, Snorlan heard the fly-like prayer.

The little boy who was tied all over his body and his mouth was gagged made a whining sound, his heart was full of anger and despair, his parents did their duty all their lives, his father made shoes to support the family, his mother sometimes did some simple crafts to subsidize the family, he was just ten years old, and he was about to learn a craft from his father as a basis for survival in this life, but tonight, everything changed. The followers of Eresnu broke into his house, killed his father and mother, tied him up, and brought him here to be slaughtered as a sacrifice and like a sheep and cow, simply because the shoes his father had made for the innkeeper did not fit.

The deity encouraged more killings by the devotion of Eresnu, who would kill for a variety of reasons, and he encouraged his followers to spread blood and death far and wide, bringing fear and evil into a place of peace, happiness, and joy. The shoemaker's family was happy, and this was the cause of his tragedy. But what can he do? In Port Ward, there are thousands of small craftsmen like him, and one or two, even one or twenty, one or two hundred, in this tense period of time, are only a little splash in the raging waves, and no one notices or knows about it. Even if the shoemaker foresaw his fate, he could only flee and hope that the followers of Eresnu would not find them, but they would live in the shadow of fear for the rest of their lives, and they would be targeted by a group of the most bloodthirsty and evil cultists.

If Carmelo and Snorlan hadn't come today, the little boy's death would have been just a little aftermath in the small waves of this raging wave, and no one would have paid attention to the death of their family - Port Ward is a city full of opportunities and upward paths, but at the same time, it is also a cold, unforgiving city of life, and when you are useful to Port Ward and can bring value to Port Ward, Port Ward will take care of everything, and you can eat, drink and be merry to your heart's content; But when you're done and there's no more value, Port Ward will kick you out of the city and allow you to survive in the suburbs around it, becoming the cornerstone of Port Ward's thriving, the soil that is being squeezed.

Carmelo kicked open the basement door, and the believers of Eresnu were startled, they stopped praying, and looked up in unison, Carmelo standing in the doorway, and Snorlan following behind Carmero.

"Who are you!" A middle-aged man asked Carmelo in a loud voice, judging by his clothes, he should be the innkeeper here, and he is also a priest in this group of believers.

"You ...... How long have you been here? Carmelo asked the innkeeper in an almost cold tone.

"Who the hell are you! Catholics, we can't let these two people leave alive, or we'll be all done! The innkeeper raised his hand and pointed at Carmelo, "Cultists, kill them, the Impermanent will love this sacrifice!" ”

Carmelo snorted coldly: "Foolish and unaware." ”

Before the words fell, Snorlan only felt a breeze around him, and Carmelo, who was still here a second ago, appeared in front of the innkeeper in a blink of an eye, grabbed his neck, and lifted him into the air, and Snorlan took a closer look - there were already corpses lying around, each corpse's throat was cut off, and the long sword in Carmelo's left hand was dripping blood drop by drop.