Leger's followers are really like angry bears, and they don't want to die when they start a fight. ”

Surrounded by the Tieflin Guards, Quest took the time to get a close look at the wild performance of the Reverend of Leger. After a desperate rush, the jungle barbarian had broken up their small circle formation.

Of course, the priest also suffered some injuries on his body, but under the effect of the magic technique of "healing minor injuries", the wounds on his body cut by the axe halberd quickly healed and scabbed. Moreover, he didn't seem to care about the injury.

This has to do with the teachings he believes in, but also with his perennial adventures, which he has to do with all kinds of beasts and monsters on a daily basis. Injuries don't hold him back, the pain only fuels his desire to kill.

With such a "fierce brother" in front, several other pastors in the team were also happy. They were behind the Quest and Tieflin Guards, covering their way to the area where Lisa and Ekvath were fighting.

"How did you get here?"

Sending out a fireball that repelled an Ohai Bydruid who had turned into a harrier eagle, the vice president of the Divine Shrine used the High Teleportation technique to teleport over and ask for it himself. He had already been informed of Turns' arrangement, so he was very puzzled that the team with the task of "weeding" had left his post without permission.

"Lord Lisa, a few false god priests have suddenly appeared over there, and the idea is a little stabbing, we ......"

Before the captain of the Tieflin Guard could answer, the warlock of royal blood raised a finger and fired a "debilitating ray" at the Pastor Leg, who was biting tightly behind the Weeding Squad. The spell undoubtedly hit its target, and the raging bear-like jungle savage stumbled involuntarily, nearly falling to the ground.

"I'll dispose of them, and you're still responsible for cleaning up all the carnivorous plants according to the established plan. ”

Lisa said coldly. Then he turned his head to look at Quis again. Feeling his gaze, the young blue dragon patted the bulging medicine bag he was carrying, signaling that he was ready.

......

The Great Morgue in the Nest District of the Imprint City.

The burning incinerator fills the workshop with an annoying smell that makes it easier for many people who work here to become tired. But working in the Great Morgue is not only better paid than in other parts of the nest area, but it is also safer.

"After today's anti-peak, you have to go to the 'Gray Nail Fungus of the Baro Flame Demon' to touch two cards, and drink a few more drinks along the way, otherwise you won't be able to sleep," after taking care of the aftermath of a smelly moss troll customer, "Curly", who is responsible for controlling the heat of the incinerator, touched the top of his light head, and secretly made arrangements for his nightlife.

But just as "Curly Hair" was thinking about whether the remaining salary was enough to go to a familiar street lady for another night after the nightlife was over, he suddenly saw a sneaky figure. "That guy, isn't it a rotation today?"

It turned out that he saw a colleague who shouldn't have been here today. "That guy is probably working for the 'Detectives', and these rat people like to eat things inside and outside the most," just after a little thought, "Curly Hair" sorted out a more reasonable answer. At the same time, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I should get rich today." ”

He slung the shovel over his shoulders and swaggered towards his fellow rat-man worker. What the other party did was completely an opportunity in the eyes of "Curly Hair".

Before coming to Imprint City, "Curly Hair" had been a street boss for a long time in a place called Soft Maple City. It was only because of the sudden emergence of a gang called "Broom Eyebrow" that he had to embark on a journey into exile. Later, by mistake, he came to Seal City.

Because he still has some skills in his hands, he is not afraid of the rat man thinking otherwise. "Curly" felt that as long as he caught that guy and intimidated him a little, the other party would have to obediently give him a "hush money". That way, his nightlife will be a little more exciting.

"Hi ......"

Walking behind the rat man, he just wanted to say hello to the other party and intimidate him first. However, before he finished speaking, he only heard a "poof", and a serrated dagger pierced the back of "Curly Hair" and pierced directly into his heart.

Before he could fall to the ground, an arm grabbed his limp corpse from him. "You're a little late," from behind the curly-haired corpse, revealing half of the face of the Campion Demon, the half-blood demon staring with yellow eyes at the nezumi who had just recovered and covered his mouth with his palm to stop himself from screaming, "The thing is in the third compartment between the tools in the doorway. ”

After saying this, this Campion demon dragged the "curly hair" and walked into the depths of the workshop. The nezumi faintly heard the incinerator turning the door and the shovel filling the combustion chamber with coal.

Taking a deep breath, the nezumi calmed down and walked briskly to the tool room in the doorway. Following the hint of the Campion demon just now, he quickly found a box containing what he needed.

A vial of pale blue blood, a long, serrated dagger...... and an inconspicuous caries.

Looking at the vial of blood, the rat-man's heart beat faster. There was a flash of greed in his eyes, but it was immediately washed away by the deep fear that welled up from the bottom of his heart. He patted his face, quickly put these things into the small pocket beside him, and walked briskly to the staff exit of the large morgue.

The chimney of the Great Morgue was constantly emitting smoke, creating a dull mist that kept the neighborhood in a night-like light. Taking advantage of this "night", the rat people quickly passed in front of the rows of funeral shops, turned around in the small alleys, and finally walked out of the range of the nest area.

From a distance, he saw that the messenger he had ordered earlier, Alto Chan never allowed his men to enter the hive to receive packages in order to reduce unnecessary losses, was standing across the street. After checking the ciphertext and paying three times the cost of a normal mailing package, the rat left the courier the address to which the package would be delivered.

Because he paid three times the fee, he enjoyed Alto Chen's "Silent Express" service. The messenger took the package and put it in his rucksack, and scurried out into the shadows around the street faster than the human eye could catch. From the time he got the address to the time he left, the messenger didn't say a word, not a word, and the nezumi didn't even hear him breathe.

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