For a town with a city defense army and police system, mixing in a few cultists or criminals who are wreaking havoc is not an unsolvable problem. Most of the town's armed forces and citizens know each other, and if they spend a certain amount of time going from house to house and searching for abandoned and unused houses, sooner or later they will be able to find traces of the cultists.

Even if they hide in the mountains, it's fine. As long as the cultists maintain their human bodies, they must need food and rest, and it is impossible for them to completely hide their tracks when they first arrive.

It's okay to wait for them to be kicked out of the rat hole.

Griffiths didn't need to be personally involved in this investigation. Although he was only a non-commissioned officer and a midshipman, the official Extraordinaire of the Rank 8 or higher of the legal authority of Bayeran had higher authority than the magistrates and officers of ordinary people in many specific events. He decided to familiarize himself with the environment first, and walked along the streets of Hepu Town. If the local forces discover the traces of the cultists, it is likely to turn into a pursuit war, when the side familiar with the terrain will have an overwhelming advantage.

In addition to this, Griffith had another thought. He made his rounds of remote streets and alleys, like tarantulas lurking among the leaves.

If the gang didn't come to rob a few grocery stores, if they were really cultists or some organized crime group, they would probably take action against the extraordinary people here. Jump into the tarantula's trap yourself.

Soon, a gloomy and dangerous aura appeared behind him, and it was almost gone. Even with Griffith's limited inspiration, he noticed that among the laid-back locals and tourists, there were three people standing out, quietly watching Griffith and following him.

It's really a backbone person, only three people dare to attack the official extraordinary, is there already a certainty of victory?

I can compete with them, with the blessing of the blood spell, even if the battle is not good, it will not be like the forest cage incident.

Griffith turned and walked into a secluded and gloomy alley, where he waited for the trailing attackers, greeting them with a polite smile:

"Ho, didn't you hide and plot a conspiracy but challenge me head-on, and I admire your courage. ”

Three men shrouded in a dark aura appeared in front of him. They are athletic, and they all have weapons hidden under their coats.

The man at the head came forward with his hand on the scabbard:

"Griffith Blanton, my name is Hamis, and following the will of the Supreme Creator, it is up to me to take your life today. ”

What is the Creator? It's really a cultist in some remote corner.

"I admire you even more than I even reported to my family," Griffith smiled, took off his slinger and spear and stuck it on the ground, and used his sword and shield as weapons to open his stance, "Let the horse come." ”

Griffith had activated the Insight Crystal, and through the drive of psionic energy, he noticed that the cultists in front of him were only three Sequence 9 level enemies.

Hamis, who was at the head, had already spread out a distinct ripple of psionic energy, apparently driving some kind of ability. He was also followed by a man and a woman, who had no intention of making a move, and quietly watched his companion approach the foot armored cavalry.

Every step of Hamis's seemed to have a hidden mystery, and he walked towards Griffith, but it seemed as if he was slowly stepping into the shadows, until his whole body and breath were gone. It's as if evaporated from the world.

Griffith was a little surprised. Khamis may have been an Assassin Path, and although he only had Sequence 9, he had the strange ability to hide his form. Presumably, he has the blessing of some special power, or holds a magical item like the Cloak of Dark Blood.

Griffith could barely detect a vague figure moving slowly around him, but he couldn't catch his tracks.

An unexpected enemy indeed. However, it is unknown where the Assassins were trained to confront the hoplites in one-on-one combat.

Griffith held the cavalry shield "Vanguard" in his hand, and his aura was preoccupied.

So, let's get the first shot. In order not to disturb the enemy, Griffith suppressed the idea of using the Polar Nova to blow him out.

Killing intent flows in the air, so that the battle of the invisible opponent stretches every second infinitely.

Griffith's armor is unknowingly covered in a layer of light blue ice and freezing air, and once attacked, the magic will immediately form an ice armor that covers his body.

A sharp whistling tore through the air. Two black rays of light came from the shadows and stabbed towards Griffith's waist.

Griffith felt a blow to his back. The blade sliced through the ice armor, tearing through the leather and chain mail, leaving a trail of blood on his back. A heavy blow followed, smashing into his waist and kidneys, causing him to experience a brief period of vertigo.

Hidden in the darkness, Khamis unleashed a surprise attack and kidney strike that not only tore through his armor, but also inflicted a brief stun. If it weren't for the heavy armor, Griffith might have been knocked out in this initial attack.

"Got it!"

Hamis's figure flashed from the illusion, and the dagger stabbed into the opponent's waist again. But the dagger was first blocked by the jerky barrier of the double layer of heavy armor, and then it was pressed to the waist by a huge force.

"Decent attack power for Sequence 9!"

Griffith's right hand clasped Hamis's hand, and he turned around and smashed it at Hamis, who appeared in the shadows.

The Assassin who had just emerged from the shadows stumbled on the spot, blood and broken teeth splattered and fell backwards, almost falling to his knees.

Griffith flicked his shield and dragged Hamis over, then slashed his longsword and corrupted feather fencing with lightning bolts at the sneak attacker.

The sword slashed through Hamis's left shoulder, and freezing air poured in from the terrifying wound exposed.

The dagger pierced his right chest, and the shadow energy immediately tore through a large chunk of flesh and burrowed into his internal organs.

"Reckoning" first gave Khamis two swords, and then triggered the enchantment effect separately. Khamis couldn't dodge the sneak attack and was slashed on the spot with a heart-rending scream.

"Ah——!h

The other two attackers present were startled by the terrible screams. A female assassin struck Griffith in the shoulder under the cover of shade and foliage shadows.

"Bang!"

Although she was hit in the shoulder by the dagger, Griffith was unscathed, instead slamming a bottle of slowing potion into the ground, and then holding down her dagger with a hand.

"He's in double armor!" the female assassin exclaimed, then abandoned her dagger to escape. But her agile skills were as slow and sluggish as rust.

Before she could pull away, Griffith grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back, lifting it high and slamming it into the ground.

"Phew!" the female assassin's head was smashed against the rocks on the ground, and red and white blood splattered all over the sky.

Griffith flipped his wrist and stabbed the long sword in his hand into her mouth and stirred it vigorously.

One of the remaining assailants ran away, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the darkness.

Griffith examined the female assassin on the ground and found that she was no longer breathing. But Khamis, who can hide his figure, is still alive.

The saber and corrupted feather fencing had left horrific wounds on Hamis's body, but he was still gasping for breath. Griffith briefly bandaged the wound on Hamis's body to stop the bleeding, and then began to assess his condition.

What is the motive of these cultists who are so bold as to attack me in the daytime? Will they still attack Iloti and Amber, or attack ordinary citizens?

Now that this stage has been reached, it is necessary to interrogate as soon as possible and strike before they can do more. The resident mage should be able to apply for a confession agent.

However, the fleeing attackers will soon spread the word back to their lairs, and the rest of the cultists will move their hideouts.

I have to find the clue as soon as possible, how can I do it......

After a short silence, Griffith suddenly covered his head and laughed: "Hahaha, hahahaha." ”

I'm so comfortable living a stupid life, I'm about to forget who I am and where I came from. What a rare opportunity, it just so happens that I also have some skills......

Gris picked up the bleeding Khamis and ran quickly towards the vigilant post in the distance.

Two police officers were stationed at the intersection of a nearby street to maintain order among tourists. Griffith carried Hamis to the ground, startling both vigilantes.

"I am a midshipman of the Count of Lamour, and I have informed the Church of Grace to bring in the city guards. ”

......

The vigilantes responded, leaving only Hamis and Griffith, gasping for breath.

"Where are your accomplices, the number of people, the equipment, the configuration. ”

Before the wounded Khamis could catch his breath, Griffith pressed him down on a bench and tied his hands and feet.

"What are you going to do?" said Hamis, who was tied to the bench on his back, and looked at the apprentice knight in disbelief, as if he were dying, "help me, I'm going to die, I'm seriously injured." ”

"Where are your accomplices, the number of people, the equipment, the configuration. ”

"I am a believer in the Creator and will not say anything. ”

Khamis spat on blood and looked badly injured. Suddenly, his face tightened.

In front of him, some strange and expectant expressions suddenly appeared on the face of the mighty, resolute, and dignified midshipman, who were looking him up and down, as if he was about to violate at any moment.

"You, what are you going to do?" Hamis, covered in blood, sensed something was wrong and began to struggle.

The apprentice knight in front of him did not scold or beat him harshly, but looked at him with a disgusting expression as if he had seen a long-lost lover.

This strange unfolding and atmosphere was completely unexpected, and one could not imagine what a fierce foot armored cavalryman could think.

Griffith turned around and tinkered with something for a moment, making a gurgling sound of water. He quickly returned to Khamis, looked at the wounded cultist with a long-lost pleasure, and said slowly:

"Quiet, quiet, Hamis who believes in the Creator,

"It's the first time we've met, so let's introduce it first.

"My name is Griffith and I'm 18 years old. He was the second-level squad leader of the 502nd A Cavalry Wing of the Eastern Legion, single. When I was in the East, I had to fight almost every week, and I had no time to rest except for fighting, marching, and training. I don't smoke dizine, and I stop tasting the wine. But I have a little hobby, let's call it. Whenever I had a new captive, I would let my colleagues go for a while, and before they returned, I had 20 minutes to ask questions and get answers. Never leave important things to trouble others. Everyone will answer me seriously, and the gendarmes will not see anything wrong with me. ”

"You, what are you going to do, woo, woo......"

Griffith took out a soaked handkerchief and spread it on Hamis's face, and began to pour water on it.

Khamis whined, struggled desperately, and his limbs twitched. After an unknown amount of time, Griffith took the handkerchief away and looked at Hamis, who was struggling and suffering on the verge of suffocation.

"You know? After leaving the East, people like me naturally quit some little hobbies. Living with girls from decent families is also a helpless thing. It's a lot of fun, but it's also stressful and troublesome. Occasionally, once in a while, I think that if I could share some of my hobbies with someone, it would be very helpful to relieve stress. ”

Griffith spread a handkerchief over Hamis's face, poured a few glasses of water, then took off his trousers, found a thin thread out of nowhere and tied it tightly to Hamis, flicked it vigorously and rubbed it a few times, then took the handkerchief, took a candle, and dangled it in an ineffable position beyond Hamis's sight.

"Stop...... Woooooooo

Khamis screamed in horror, but his mouth was suddenly stuffed into one of his own socks. The flames began to burn and bite him.

"In order to deepen our understanding of each other, I would like to introduce you to some disciplinary activities that are not a big deal in the East, after all, we have only just met,

"After a long time, I may be a little rusty, please bear with me,

"I have many names for my little hobbies, such as the one called Silent Flowing Water, and some are called Ten Fingers Connected Heart, Ants on Trees or something, but my favorite is to tie it with a string first, and then rub it twice, and it will soon be congested, and then grill it over a low fire, and pour some ice water when it is golden and transparent, and the male creatures will be excited like a lion, and then make two popping sounds.

"Poof, like this. ”

Griffith pouted and puffed, and Hamis's face had turned as red as pig's liver, and his mouth was full of snot and tears, almost frantically whining.

Griffith pulls out the sock from Hamis's mouth:

"I call this a lion combo, a good name. Since you are a believer in the Creator, you must be a very strong and faithful warrior, let's fast forward to the lion combo, shall we?"

"Warehouse Seven on South 12th Street!" Harris yelled, "Don't let that candle come near me!"