On the same day, the Observer's Magical Equipment Shop closed its doors forever, the servant supply office was emptied, and the owners of the Undercurrent Guild were gone, as if the mysterious organization had never existed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But Hughes could clearly feel their presence, the whole church suddenly fell into a terrible situation, no one dared to leave the floating temple easily, whether it was the referee or the chief priest, or the monk with no status, going out was equivalent to death, especially at night, those clergy who were still nostalgic for the night of the city, usually did not see the sun the next morning.

Hughes was furious, and he now realized that the curfew he had enacted was not well enforced, and that some nightclubs and casinos were still secretly open, albeit more covertly. No matter what time it is, people with power and money always have a heart that can't be suppressed for entertainment, and they have a good night, how can they study or practice at home?

Perhaps the war with the Undercurrent Guild completely put an end to all the dirty activities of the church personnel, and the whole city, only the Great Temple of the Golingupun was a safe place, and everyone began to complain, accusing the Inquisition of the excesses of the General Office, which led to a sharp deterioration of law and order in the imperial capital.

Over the years, many big people have had the same ideal, hoping to completely rectify the underground order of the city and be able to wipe out those dark forces in one fell swoop, but unfortunately they all ended in failure. No matter how strong the ability and how ruthless the means, the power that grows in the shadows seems to be endless, just as a house needs a basement and a vegetable cellar, and a city needs underground forces, which are on a par with the so-called "justice" that is exposed to the sun, and are placed at opposite ends of the scale.

Hughes didn't believe in this evil, he would never admit that in the Amellot Empire, there were still blind spots that the church couldn't reach, and of course, he was also very troubled by this. The Undercurrent Guild is just a civil organization, just an alliance of assassins, it can not need an office, it does not need to hang a signboard, it is hidden in the people for a moment, it is impossible to find and unrecognizable.

In other words, everyone on the street could be an assassin, a bustard, a prostitute, and a pimp in a nightclub, a dealer, a waiter, and a thug in a casino, or an assassin, and you couldn't make an accurate judgment before the assassination, and after the assassination, you usually didn't have the opportunity to make any more judgments.

Two hundred super soldiers patrol the streets day and night, and it has no effect, the huge city has countless alleys and corners, has countless places to commit crimes, it is impossible to patrol at all, such a large place, it is impossible to arrange the eye of detection everywhere, and assassins are naturally alert to magic fluctuations, magic detection and magic traps are often useless.

Hughes had to admire the undercurrent, this was not an ordinary guild, and when dealing with other dark organizations, the Inquisition would take advantage of the weakness of human nature to gradually disintegrate them. For example, there will always be people who will choose to betray under the temptation of money, and there will always be people who will choose to informe under the threat of death, but these methods are useless for the undercurrent, and the Inquisition finally caught two assassins of the Undercurrent Guild, who chose death at the first time, and committed suicide without hesitation, immediately interrupting all clues.

Even the Pope Halifax couldn't stand it anymore, so he called Hughes and reprimanded him because he also felt fear.

"Lord Hughes, I warned you not to provoke the darkest forces in this country if you are not sure, but you did not listen. You must know that the Undercurrent Guild was established at the same time as the Empire, it is deeply rooted and intertwined, and its resources and power are incalculable. Now it's a good thing, because you have declared war on it directly, we have not only lost the necessary sources, but we have also fallen into an unprecedented passivity, and I can hardly dare to ask someone to send me a woman now, because I don't know if that woman will cut my throat in the midst of pleasure!"

The Pope gave an ultimatum, for half a month, either to settle the undercurrent, or Hughes to resign voluntarily and take on other jobs, which can be regarded as a kind of goodwill and compromise of the church to the undercurrent.

"This guild, who is behind it, and why is it so arrogant?" Hughes was puzzled.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, maybe it's the Shadow God worshipped by the Assassins, how can they be so powerful without the support of the God?" said the Pope, "We can acquiesce to their existence, and no longer try to control them, but form a tacit cooperation, in case we offend the Shadow God, I am afraid that even I will be in danger." ”

Hughes walked out of the papal chamber dejectedly, not convinced, there was still half a month to go, he still decided to continue to play this cat and mouse game, how to be a cat that catches prey, he must think carefully and find the weakness of the hateful mouse.

Hughes had just sat down in his room and calmed his thoughts, when he heard a knock at the door, and an assistant priest came running to report: "Lord Iron Mask, it's not good, today that old man from Congreve pretended to be sick and ran out while the priest was treating him, and he has not been found yet." ”

"What a waste, you can't even look at a useless old man?" Hughes was furious, and then calmed down, "I guess he can't run out, he must be hiding in a corner somewhere, let people watch all the images of the Eye of Scouting, see if there are any clues, and must not let him leave the Floating Temple, if he goes to the city and meets the Toby Chamber of Commerce, it will be bad!"

"Yes, my lord, I'll arrange it right away. The assistant priest said.

"Damn, you can't tie you up with good food and drink and two beautiful young maids?Congreve, are you not troublesome enough to make trouble for me now?" Hughes found himself unable to sit still in the room, without news from Congreve, his heart could not fall at all, he had no thoughts, so he simply came to the magic scouting house in person and waited for news.

"My lord, I have made a discovery. "At noon, Congreeve pretended to be unconscious, and the guards and maids took him to the treatment room, and then he secretly climbed out of the window and hid in the rockery of the priesthood, where he probably did not leave." ”

"He wants to wait until it gets dark before he acts, the older he gets, the more naïve he becomes, go, follow me and get him back. Hughesten stood up and hurried angrily to the priesthood.

Soon, the people searched for Congreve, and the old man saw that he had no hope of returning home, and his face was desperate, and he couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"I want to go home, Hughes, let me go home!" begged the old man.

Hughes was even more furious, because Congreve had randomly given out his real name, which was his most important secret, so he rushed forward and slapped Congreve and knocked him unconscious.

Congreve was carried away, and Hughes looked at his palms and was stunned for a long time.