Despite her reluctance, a day later, at the urging of the gnomes, Naria followed Siegel to Shaq Manor. Along the way, the two mages did not say anything and remained silent.

They wandered far outside the manor, never touching the magic-detecting barrier. Naria sprinkled a lot of cast material powder into the air, sending them flying in the direction of the lawn.

"What's the use of that?" Siegel broke the disgusting silence, "Something like casting material powder doesn't trigger spell traps, but does it help you scout the structure of the circle?"

"I don't want to explain these spells to you, aren't you very good at casting spells, you should be able to understand them yourself. The tone of rejection in Naria's words was very obvious, and Siegel stopped talking, touching the nail in the province.

At this time, a convoy of three four-wheeled carriages passed through the gates of the manor and carried dozens of boxes and barrels of various sizes inside. After a while, the servants in the manor filled several large boxes with garbage and pushed them onto the cart. Siegel thought for a moment, said a word to Naria, and then separated, following the three carriages himself.

The wagon traveled west to a river valley, where it dumped the garbage and cleaned the boxes with the river water. When everyone was busy, a strong man with short thick black hair all over his body did not make a effort, sitting in the carriage and reading a note in his hand.

Siegel uses magic to strengthen his eyesight, and he is finally able to read the note clearly. Above was a list of the goods that Shaq Manor was going to ship next, a large amount of food and clothing, which had to be delivered before dark the next day.

Estimate how often they dump garbage and make deliveries. Siegel probably knew that the number of people in the manor was around eighty. When a fleet of trucks is moving things. About eight or nine servants came out to help. Tripling the number of servants is basically the upper limit. So the rest of the people......

While he was calculating, a sharp arrow came from the bushes, startling him. He saw a broken branch hanging from the trunk of a tree not far away, swaying helplessly in the wind. It was the branch that blocked him and changed the direction of the arrow.

He reacted immediately, rolling backwards out of place. Another arrow pierced through the holly leaf with a whooshing sound. Shoot into the place where he was standing just now. Siegel pulled out the Stardust and the Heavy Sword at the same time, blocking him in front of him. He saw eight people standing on the road, the same people who had just delivered goods and dumped garbage. But at this time, they had a long sword and a dagger in their hands, and one of them had a short bow in their hands, and all of them had a look of "you are dead".

"The white-haired robber, who must be an elven spy, wants to rob us. The black-haired man said, "Don't let this scum spoil the peace of Kebe!"

Siegel quickly glanced left and right to make sure there were no other witnesses nearby. Because of the stench of garbage, it is rarely visited, and it is a good place for a quick solution.

He immediately began to chant the incantation. Fingers flicked, elemental energy jumped excitedly. The seven men rushed at him brandishing weapons. He also screamed wah-wow. An arrow is fired towards Siegel's body, but the untrained shooter is again off target.

A starlit mist flowed from Siegel's cuffs, reflecting like golden sand in the sunlight. The seemingly viscous mist slid down the hillside at a breakneck speed, quickly obscuring the view of all attackers.

"Where have the people gone?" they shouted, trying to find Siegel's location. In the mist, there seemed to be shadowy images everywhere, and the sound of his heartbeat and breathing could be heard clearly. But after a while, all the attackers were standing on the hillside, their arms hanging down, as if they were asleep.

Siegel continued to focus on the Psychic Mist spell. This spell is a bit overkill against ordinary people, and it is impossible to resist this spell without special training or strong faith. Once he was sure he was safe, he stepped into the fog area and pressed his palm against the attacker's forehead.

The main purpose of using Psychic Mist is to further reduce the target's resistance to mind-controlling spells, so that their Knox co-conscriptive spells can work faster. It didn't take long for him to become a good friend of these people who could talk about everything, and as for the previous "stalking, voyeurism, and engagement", it was just a dream.

Siegel lifted the fog and began to talk to them. When he shifted the subject to Shaq Manor, the eyes of these people clearly projected envy and longing.

"Only by becoming a core member of the Solidarity Society can you enter the manor and receive the blessing of the god of murder. Oh, I wish I had that chance. The armor of the righteous warrior is so imposing, and the weapons are shining, I must wear it once in my life to be considered to have truly lived. ”

"How do I become a core member?"

"You must first have the ability to defend your companions and drive out the threat of evil. Although we are not very talented, as long as we work hard, we will be able to succeed!"

These people are always full of fighting spirit and think that there is nothing they can't do. It's a good spirit, but it's not very efficient. No one can succeed in anything, and there will inevitably be good and bad at it. I've always tried to create opportunities to do what I'm good at, and I've never heard of a way to choose to do more with half the effort.

After inquiry, these people were only responsible for transporting goods, disposing of garbage and other peripheral debris, and did not know anything about the affairs in the manor. Through their words, Siegel can only make various speculations, and cannot obtain more detailed information.

"Who's still a core member of the town, I'd like to visit. Siegel's kind smile was infectious, and several of them told Siegel all about the members of the Solidarity Society.

Not counting the number of people in the castle, there were originally more than 500 people in the town, but now there are only about 300 left. After becoming core members, many people left their homes to go to the surrounding towns to spread the word in order to fulfill their glorious mission. One by one, many poor people came to Kebu and became new members of the Solidarity Society. Most of them entered Shaq Manor for training, so the power of the God of Murder also grew.

There are only six core members left in the town, and four of them are knights who live in the castle. Unless Siegel reveals his title of nobility, it is impossible for an adventurer to enter the castle without being summoned.

Noting down the names and residences of the other two people, Siegel said goodbye to his new friends. He returned to the vicinity of Shaq Manor and found Naria, who had finished his quest.

"What are you doing here?" the mage was busy with what she was doing, and she didn't even look back. She's trying to explore the Alarm Circle, and seems to have found a way not to attract guards.

Siegel didn't have any explanation, but he could only rest assured if he returned her safely to the inn. As twilight fell, Narya, who had been busy all day, dragged her tired body and desperately needed a good meal to relieve her mood.

The mage is in good shape, so he plans to go to the core members of the Solidarity Association to "dig" some information. Although Dwarf Jagg prepared a sumptuous dinner, steaming hot and fragrant, Siegel had no appetite at all, and simply packed a handkerchief with croissants and two grilled sausages and left. Before he could get out of the range of the wind lamp in front of the inn, he saw the little boy Regers coming over with a backpack in tow.

The mage sighed in his heart, how could there be no problem with the fact that Regis appeared too often and too coincidentally?

"Big ...... Man, meet again, I'm here to get money for cheese from Dwarf Jag. Regis bowed deeply and said, "I haven't thanked you for saving my life." ”

"There's something you can do for me. Siegel said, "I'm full and want to go out for a walk, and you just want to take me for a walk when there's any pastime in this town." ”

"No problem, you wait a minute. The little boy ran into the inn and quickly ran out. In his back basket was a bag with copper plates colliding against each other and making a rattling sound.

Siegel didn't expect Arnomen to follow suit. He didn't say anything, just looked at the mage with a serious gaze. Siegel shook his head, then nodded, and waved his hand at the priest, signaling him to go back with confidence.

"Where can I drink and sleep quietly?" Siegel patted the back of Regers' neck and flicked his collar with his thumb. The mark of the servant of the God of Murder turned into two black dots of tears, and it seemed that he must have done something to move up the ranks. Poor boy, does he know what kind of path he is taking?

"Can you drink and sleep in Jag's castle?" the boy asked, tilting his head as if he didn't understand anything.

"There are only short gnomes here, and it's not interesting to look at. Siegel gently nudged Regis forward and said, "How can you be in the mood to drink without a beautiful woman?"

"Oh, that's the kind of place I'm going to. Regis said, "Aren't you afraid that Naria or Sister Ammon will be angry?"

Tempting and obtaining information, the work of a spy. Siegel was familiar with this way of speaking, as Janet would often set language traps to tempt Siegel into making mistakes—especially when it was only the two of them. Siegel stroked the boy's hair, his eyes were pityful, and his tone was frivolous: "I don't need their consent to do anything, how can the strong be managed by the weak, isn't it?"

"That's right, my lord, I can see the heroic appearance of burning the bad guys with fire rays, it's really handsome. The boy cheered for himself, as if he were really happy for Siegel. "If only I could be like you, then I can protect my sister from harm, can you teach me?"

If you refuse to make a request after touting, you will feel a little guilty psychologically, and it will be difficult to say "no" to the next question. Janet once told Siegel these tricks as stories, mainly to prevent him from being deceived and exploited by other nobles.

"I'll wait until you find me a good place. Siegel dodged the question: "You have to put me in a good mood first, don't you?" (To be continued.) )

PS: How many days are left on the holiday? Hahaha, don't forget to rest.