The black-robed spy man smiled at the white-haired youth standing in front of him, took off his hood and raised his right hand horizontally to his chest and bowed to the latter, as a sign of his politeness and respect for the other party.

The Joker's expression was hidden under the smiling white mask on her face. The woman, who was one of the four patriarchs of the Demon Sect, rolled her eyes left and right to look at the black-robed man and Murfus, respectively, and then moved her ass to the sheet of a single bed behind her and sat down, then clapped her hands to draw the attention of the two and said, "Alright, our spy, take advantage of this free time to tell us about the masterpieces you have accomplished in the past few days." I guess the report you're about to bring to me and this emissary from the Dark Alliance is by no means bad news, right? ”

"Yes, Patriarch, your humble subordinates, Naisarian's loyal followers, have lived up to your expectations, and our plans are going well." The black-robed man turned his gaze to the clown, bent his left knee and bowed to the latter, and respectfully gave a succinct and general report of his mission to the Patriarch whom he revered.

After listening to the black-robed man's words, the clown looked squarely at the man who was prostrate and bowing to her with the smile on her mask, and nodded with satisfaction on his head with long red hair.

Murfus's personality was more cautious than that of the Joker, and he obviously did not trust the words of the man in front of him 100 percent, so he asked him with a hint of doubt: "Mr. Spy, the actions of Hugh Lengel's side involve the common interests of both of us, are you sure that you have not missed the slightest detail that could lead to the total loss of our plan?" ”

"Of course, Mr. Secret Envoy." The black-robed man stood up from the wooden floor of the room and smiled at Murfus, "I did it beautifully. ”

"So, has purple spot spread across the city?" The white-haired necromancer youth stared into the man's eyes.

"I can't say how big it is." The man replied with a friendly smile, "But the plague you had hoped for has spread rapidly throughout this city, and the foolish people are only a matter of days before they become sacrifices. ”

"In that case, I'd like to know the attitude of the Templars." The necromancer youth continued to ask.

"The Marshallese priest has been discarded, and everything we do in the city is very safe and no one knows." The man's answer followed.

"What about the spoilers?"

"Who dares to be an enemy of the Kingdom and the Church?"

The man shrugged his shoulders and put on an innocent look, responding to Murfuss's concerns with a clever rhetorical question.

After a while, after listening to the man's unhurried answers, Murfus lifted his dry and wrinkled hand and touched his chin, and then finally put down a stone in his heart and said, "If what you say is true, I think there will be a pleasant cooperation between us." ”

"Well said, Mr. Secret Envoy, well said." The man seemed to hear an exciting word of encouragement, and immediately clapped his hands in echo of Murfus's words and deeds just now, "There must be a happy cooperation between the Demon Shepherd Cult and the Dark Alliance, and our alliance is perfect and seamless. ”

After saying that, he opened his mouth, and for a moment he was speechless from excessive excitement, and then let his gaze look beyond the white-haired young man in front of him to the sky outside the window, and then took a few steps forward to the windowsill of the room.

"Oh, the blue sea, what a bustling city, hahahahaha......" He stood in front of the window and looked down at the scene, and a pleasant laugh suddenly spread from his throat, "Ignorant mortals...... Take one last look at this beautiful world, for she will soon be lost to the laughter of Naisarian's resurrection. ”

He smiled, a fanatical expression on his face, and then slowly turned his head to look at the Patriarch sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked, "You said yes, Patriarch?" ”

"Of course, Mr. Spy, delightful." The mask on the clown's face still cocked the corners of his mouth as exaggerated as usual, "The earth will eventually disappear, the ocean will eventually dry up, the sky will eventually fall, and only destruction will last forever—didn't our dogma prophesy the world a long time ago?" ”

……

The image moves away from the two glass windows on the fourth floor of the Blue Breeze Hotel, gradually descends from the clear sky, and then shifts to a densely populated downtown street.

Camussa walked through the crowd with her head down, and her dark skin due to her dark elf blood had managed to attract the eyes of many passers-by, so much so that they always subconsciously avoided her, and then observed the girl born from the underworld with strange eyes as they passed.

Camussa doesn't like to have too much intersection with unrelated targets, but she can't wait for the thugs and gangsters who are usually active on the street to gather around her.

She had come all the way from the Duchy of Grey Fir with the expectations of Grand Duke Magdaru, and the reason for this strange thought in her head was actually embarrassing - she had no money.

It's really unlucky to say that after arriving in this most prosperous harbor city in the eastern kingdom of the Violet Kingdom from the Gray Shan Principality, this second-order powerhouse who has advanced her profession can be described as an old horse, and she was actually touched by an unknown thief under a casual sloppiness, so that she now has to try to do the old business that the thief profession is best at, and generate unnecessary worries for her economic problems in the next series of journeys.

Finally, a middle-aged man with big nerves didn't pay too much attention to her, but passed by her in a daze with things in his head.

The Dark Elf Maiden from Grey Fir City didn't miss this opportunity. She lowered her head and passed by the middle-aged man's side, and during the time, she gently brushed the middle-aged man's pants with her dexterous little hand, and a light linen purse then appeared in her palm as if by magic.

Camussa walked briskly away from the scene of her crime, then opened the small cloth purse, and her two dark purple eyes looked at the loot in her hand with a look of expectation.

Twelve copper coins - that's all the stuff in that little purse, almost the price of a street meal.

"This poor ghost ......" the dark elf girl gritted her teeth, expressing her inner disgust in a voice that only she could hear.

"But then again......" Her two dark purple pupils rolled in their sockets, then she twisted her neck to look in the direction of the docks at the Hurenger Harbor District.

I heard that the gangsters in Minato are willing to provide some risky and reward-raising jobs for the night walkers.

So, should you try your luck? - Camussa thought to herself.

……

In the port area of Hurengel, early risers begin their busy days in rudimentary overalls made of cheap fabrics throughout the docks.

The area along the St. Fern Sea had experienced a night of heavy rain, and the ships on the dockside had stopped swaying and jolting during the night, and there was a lot of silt on the deck that had merged with dust.

Two shipwrights in their thirties were on the deck of a merchant ship doing a daily cleaning job, one of them held a large rag in his hand, took advantage of the time to catch his breath to stand up straight, raised his arm to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, and turned his head to look into the distance of the sea, trying to relax his somewhat unawake eyes a little.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, the shipwright stood on the deck of the merchant ship for a moment, and quickly caught the attention of another co-worker beside him.

"Hey, Hank, what's wrong with you?" The other boatman looked at him strangely and asked, "What are you doing in a daze?" What's there to see about the sea? ”

"Law, I seem to see something." The boatman named Hank replied to his co-worker, "I see something...... Float on the surface of the sea. ”

"Floating on the sea?" Rouse blinked, "Where?" ”

"Right there." Hank raised one of his arms and pointed in the direction of Rolls, then made a no-fract request to his co-worker, "Don't say anything yet, Rolls, give me a lookout glass." ”

Rouse grinned curiously, then quickly took a lookout goggle from the bow of the ship and handed it to Hank.

Hank is a mature veteran sailor who closes his left eye and skillfully places the scope in front of his right eye with both hands, allowing his vision to look like an eagle on the vast ocean.

With the help of the lookout glass, he soon realized that the object he had seen earlier was a large plank.

The large plank, which looked like the bottom of a small boat, floated on the calm sea, and on the plank lay the hands of four young men. The bodies of the four young men were soaked in the sea, and the other four free hands swam hard in the direction of the pier, and one of them, who looked exhausted, was carrying an unconscious black-haired girl on his back.

"Someone fell overboard!" The boatman named Hank opened his eyes and suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, Rolls, go get a boat, we need to get those people up!" ”