The herbal wine is spicy on the palate, and although the green liquor does not seem to be very intimidating, it is still much higher in alcohol than the ale. Of course, this is nothing compared to the spirits used by the Grey Lion people to keep out the cold, and it is not brewed for the sake of alcohol concentration.

When the spiciness fades a little, the taste that comes up immediately after it is sweet, and sugar should be added to the wine, and the amount is probably quite a lot. Alcohol aside, the taste is not much compared to syrup. But what really surprises people is the fragrance after the sweetness dissipates, and the rich smell of plants and trees not only does not make people drowsy, but even more sober.

"In my homeland, it was the wine that hunters would drink, and at one time it was the main commodity of our trade with humans. It's a pity that there aren't many people who still know the recipe anymore. It has a special meaning for me, a reminder of who I was before I became this half-dead person, and what made me who I am now. Therefore, it is customary to have a drink before making a big decision. Jung took a drink and explained.

Cheese nodded, drinking is a very common ritual, everyone knows that people who drink are more defenseless than people who don't, so two people often drink to each other as a sign of trust in each other. But the Bloodline doesn't pour a lot of wine, almost only one bottom of the glass, so Jung didn't really want to discuss things while drinking, it was really just a habit.

It is the habit of mages not to touch alcohol when it is not absolutely safe, as it will more or less affect their reflexes and cast spells. The problem is that as the experience increases, the so-called safety situation becomes less and less, and the standards for drinking alcohol become broader. Whether this is progress or laxity is still uncertain.

"So what is the big decision you're going to make now?" Drinking alcohol is a ritual. Once the ritual is complete, it always has to have an effect, and even if it doesn't have a real effect, it always brings determination and determination.

"It's not about believing in you, and it's about really helping you. The silver-haired elf tapped his finger on the glass. His glass was made of a yellowish, translucent material, a glass that had taken on an impure color due to the infusion of minerals during the firing process, and was considered defective to glass merchants who sought crystal-like transparency. But when it's made into a wine glass, the cloudiness is more beautiful than the clarity.

"Let me know what the hell you want to do? If you just want to understand and try to master this power, I won't stop you, even if it will lead you to inevitable destruction. Jung looked at the mage playfully, the researcher's position only showed that he was not a lackey of the evil god, not his attitude towards the evil god, "But if you have other ideas, I will also consider my actions." ”

Other thoughts, this is already a clear indication to Cheese, if he can resonate with some of Jung's expectations, the Bloodline who runs the greatest dark force in the whole of the Rush will provide him with more than just information. So what exactly did he want to hear?

In fact, combined with what he just said, it is already clear that few people can make hometown wines and a sharp attitude towards evil gods, as a researcher who has to deal with evil gods, the mage has already guessed Jung's experience, "What I want to do is to clean up what doesn't belong here." Cleaned out of every city, every river, every valley. ”

Words, very light. The tone is very peaceful. No one could hear the determination of hatred in Cheese's words. The problem is that when he says this, it is implied that he knows how terrible those evil gods really are, and how closely they are in this world. People who know this will naturally not have determination, because that is not a problem that determination can solve.

Jung was silent for a few seconds, he looked down at the glass, thinking about something, a thought rising and sliding in his mind, and finally stubbornly refusing to dissipate. To prove the viability of this idea, he had to take the risk, "I take your word for granted." The guys you're looking for, I'll tell you where they are. But I have a request, I'm going to go with you, I'm going to watch your actions, and then I'm going to make the next decision. ”

What exactly vampires are going to judge, Cheese doesn't quite know. But as long as the other party agrees to help, he has already achieved the purpose of this trip, and as for bringing Jung with him, he can't ask for it. Now that Atta and Kenqi are injured, Kailas, as a valuable force in the team, must stay at the inn to protect them.

Acting alone is not a burden for cheese, but when the opponent is a cultist, things often don't go well. The Barak Clan's combat ability is not to be judged, because they have always maintained a low-key attitude in the seclusion, and judging from the status of this sparsely populated blood clan in the entire vampire society, its combat power should not be too bad. At the very least, the vampire's undead trait alone is enough to make them fairly reliable fighters.

The two of them made up their minds, and the next step was to discuss how to act. Jung flicked a mechanism under the counter, and the secret door to the inside of the tavern opened, and the female Bloodline waiting inside came out respectfully and waited for her transformer instructions. The elf made a quick gesture with a few small gestures in sign language, and the former understood it and turned to leave.

It wasn't long before she returned with a piece of parchment and unwrapped the silk roll and spread it on the table. There was no text or pattern on the inside of this parchment, just a small vial of ink that had been rolled inside.

Without saying a word, Jung unscrewed the inkwell and poured all the liquid on the parchment. This should have created a large black stain, but when the ink touched the paper, it seemed as if countless fine textures appeared on the paper, like a valley guiding water, dispersing the ink from the center, quickly spreading out and forming shapes and lines. Soon, a sprawling overlook of the city appeared on paper.

"You said that the bug was fished up from the water, so we'd better go to the worshippers of the shrine related to the river. Rushing is known as the city where hundreds of rivers converge, and the most worshiped here is the god of water, and it is the god of water everywhere, if you want to list all the gods here to make an exhibition, the gods related to water can definitely account for more than half. And among these gods, there are at least three sources of belief behind them that are problematic. Jung said, pointing his finger at three locations on the map. The ink that had not solidified immediately changed and turned into a marked circle symbol.

"Wet souls, King of the Deep Stream, Frogwalkers. All three of them meet your requirements, and their idols all have different characteristics. I suggest that the target be this family, its followers are considered to be in the middle of the three, and judging from the previous records, its followers' frontal combat ability is not outstanding. Most importantly, there is a strong relationship between this sect and shallow rivers. ”

As the vampire explains, the ink becomes a map that gradually deforms, and most of the lines are recombined to make the composition smaller but more precise, and on this enlarged map, the three characters are particularly striking, they are connected by flowers, and each stroke reminds of the twisted tail of a tadpole as it swims.

Frogwalkers.