The elf and the white light angel nodded at the same time, righteous and stern, and said with great righteousness:

"Yes, it's all for the innocent dead Lionheart citizens!"

Sachar gave a thumbs up and echoed:

"I see, I believe it."

Soon after, Saga came to the custom street where he first strayed into, and all kinds of familiar lights were everywhere, dyeing the night with ambiguous and charming colors, and countless custom shops were displayed on both sides, and customs girls from different races and with their own characteristics greeted the passing guests.

"The customs and culture of King Lane are very developed."

In such an environment, Sachar said.

The middle-aged adventurer smiled and said in a low voice:

"Boy, you're still too young, what can the custom street here be? If you've ever been to the Banshee Kingdom, you'll be shocked by their culture, and it's a 'country of customs'. ”

After a pause, the middle-aged adventurer showed a solemn expression, waved his hand, and said:

"Let's start our mission now, and explore every custom shop!"

The elves and the white light angels reflected the dense customs shop in their eyes, their breathing was much heavier, and their legs were weak, but they still solemnly shouted, "What a difficult task." ”

"But for the sake of the people of King Lane City, in order to complete the mission, we will not give up!"

Patting Sagar on the shoulder, the middle-aged adventurer said earnestly:

"Hyperion, young boy."

"As an adventurer, sometimes you have to make some necessary sacrifices in order to complete the mission."

"Go ahead, let me see what you're up to."

Then, at the same time, several people shouted as if they were dying generously:

"To Heaven and the Abyss!"

Immediately afterwards, the group dispersed, and walked to different custom shops one after another.

Sachar:.

Looking at their excited backs, he shook his head imperceptibly, and then looked at the ambiguous light of the many custom shops, and also felt a little dizzy.

Took a deep breath.

The young dragon whispered inwardly:

"Zaga, Zaga, don't let lust break through your will."

Controlling one's composure was not a difficult task for Sagar, a psychic dragon.

Besides, Sagar, who has the blood of the red dragon, prefers pure virgins, and places like Custom Street don't have much influence on him.

Looking at the many custom shops and the bustling pedestrians on the bright streets, the dragon boy's pair of golden dragon pupils seemed to have flames burning inside, becoming as deep as a bottomless whirlpool.

Psionic energy filled his eyes.

Saga looked at the people around her.

In his psionic vision, the people around him were like walking torches, emitting bright and dark spiritual light according to the intensity of the spiritual soul.

Zagar, who is now experiencing the adventurer game, decides to complete at least one adventurer quest before leaving.

"According to what is known."

"The deceased basically dies from the dissipation of the soul, and silently, in their sleep."

"If the root cause of death is really in Custom Street, and the mastermind behind the scenes will continue to commit crimes, there is a high probability that the pedestrians in Custom Street have very weak spiritual power."

Sachar pondered calmly as he strolled through the flow of people, his gaze constantly glancing.

Several of his fellow adventurers were also quick.

At the speed of inspecting a custom shop in less than three minutes, it haunts each custom shop.

Time passed silently.

The night gradually became brighter, and when the sky lit up with a touch of fish belly white, the almost overwhelming lights on this side of the custom street dimmed, and the customs shops began to close for a rest.

This night, several members of the Customs Niang Tasting Heavenly Group did not find any clues.

Gathered in the tavern inn not far away, the middle-aged adventurer with dark eyes, listlessness, and trembling legs said in a weak voice: "Although I didn't find the target, I'm sure that the mastermind behind it must be in Customs Street, but he didn't take action last night." ”

"We continue to investigate in the customs street, and when the people behind the scenes want to commit crimes again, we will definitely be able to catch them."

Zachar's gaze swept over the men.

"According to your way of investigating, let alone continuing to investigate, I'm afraid you will be exhausted in a few days."

The corners of the middle-aged adventurer's mouth twitched, and he smiled, and snorted at the white light angel.

"Little angel, it's up to you."

The White Light Angel nodded, and while playing Hache, he blessed the withered and sluggish middle-aged adventurers and elves with Angel Blessing Buff Spells, making them become fierce and energetic again in the blink of an eye.

"I can still fight, never die!"

The regained elf stepped on the bench and poured a large sip of wine, his movements did not have the slightest grace that belonged to the elf, and shouted.

The middle-aged adventurer applauded on the side.

"Use angelic blessings in this kind of place."

"No wonder the aperture is about to go completely black."

Glancing at the angel in a vain flying posture, Sachar was amazed.

It was the first time he had seen such a new thing in the material world that he had prostituted an angel who was about to fall, even if there was no similar record in the Dragon Inheritance.

Soon.

It's night again.

Tasting the second day of the group to explore the customs street.

As before, Sagar wandered the streets, observing the psychic power of pedestrians and judging if anything unusual was out there, while a few other adventurers haunted the customs shop and went deep into the enemy camp to investigate.

But.

It's different from last time.

Zachar found a clue tonight.

Looking at a young man with vain footsteps in front of him, Sachar's eyes were slightly condensed.

Although the other party was only a little weak on the surface, the spiritual power that appeared in Zachar's psionic perception vision was like a candle in the wind, and it would be extinguished at any time.

Walking forward, Sachar confronted the young man and asked in a deep voice:

"Which custom shops did you just come from?"

The young man was a little wary and went to Sacha.

"Who are you?"

The clear-eyed and harmless dragon man suddenly emerged with an irrebellious temperament like a king, and said calmly: "Answer my question." ”

The young man was a spirit, much more sober.

He thought for a moment, then cringed and said, "I went to three custom shops tonight. Catwoman's Inn, Spider Love, and Succubus Paradise. ”

Spider love?

I can't see it, the young man has really strong tastes.

Saga, who also has a certain understanding of the custom street, knows what kind of custom shop Spider Love is, and the spider girls in it are all beautiful women on the upper body and giant spiders on the lower body, which is difficult for ordinary humans to accept.

After letting the young man leave.

After a few adventurers had finished their quest from the customs shop and had a brief gathering, Sachar informed them of his discovery.

"Catwoman Inn, Spider Love, Succubus Paradise. Okay, let's dig a little deeper. ”

"Let the mastermind behind this come to the surface tonight!"

In their eyes, Saga was just a fledgling adventurer, but these unscrupulous fellows believed in their fellow members, and immediately divided into three ways and went to the three custom shops.

Zaga, who is experiencing the adventurer's game, continues to observe.

The middle-aged adventurer went to Spider Love.

The elf made his way towards the Catwoman Inn.

At the same time, the white light angel goes to the succubus heaven.

In the blink of an eye, the white light angel half-flew and half-walked, surrounded by a group of succubi.

"Little angel, here you go again."

"Which succubus girl do you want to accompany you this time?"

"Find a few more people who are okay now, I'm going to hit you evil succubi hard this time."

The Demon Customs Shop, which bears the name of Heaven, gives people a great sense of contrast, and it is a place frequented by the White Light Angels, and it can be regarded as a regular customer here.

According to the angel's own words, this is a way for him to fulfill his angelic duties and "strike" demons severely.

However, on weekdays, the White Light Angel only comes for fun as a guest.

This time, with the purpose of exploring, he was fully perceptive, and while flirting with the succubus, he also sensed the situation inside the succubus paradise.

As an angel, though there is almost no difference from a fallen angel.

But he still has a keen sense.

With this careful perception, he noticed that something was wrong.

Although the succubus beauties greeted him with a smile, it was not difficult to see that they were a little nervous, and their tails behind them were unconsciously tightened.

Most crucially, the angel sensed a deep evil aura that was absent.

This evil aura is not something that ordinary succubi in the custom shop can possess.

"The succubi in King Ryan City have always obeyed the law and worked well in the custom shop, and their strength is not strong, and they will most likely not dare to do anything that kills people."

"But if another demon sneaks in, it's a different story."

The heart sank slightly, the white light angel had determined that this succubus paradise was very problematic, and it was most likely the mastermind behind what their heavenly group was looking for.

"I remembered something else."

"Later, this angel will come and clean up you evil succubi."

The white light angel gathered his mind, picked up a succubus's chin with a frivolous gesture, and said.

"Oh, here first, what's more important than an angel fighting a demon?"

"A greater evil, of course."

Saying that, the white light angel prepared to leave the succubus heaven, just in case, without exploring alone, and was ready to inform his companions.

Suddenly.

There were whispers of discontent that were hoarse as stones rubbing against them, reaching the ears of angels.

"How can there be angels haunting a place of customs, damn it."

"Forget it, the preparation is almost complete, let's find out if you find out."

Huo Ran.

The ground under his feet lit up with purple-black evil textures, and at the same time, a deep and huge evil aura erupted.

Collapse!

After a brief lull, the succubus paradise shattered, countless building fragments flew everywhere, and angels flew upside down.

The ground crumbled and collapsed, forming abyssal fissures with a purple-black sheen, and the overwhelming demons crowded each other and roared out of them.

A huge psychedelic circle unfolded at the same time, enveloping the entire custom street, making it seem that nothing had changed from the outside world, but the interior had been turned upside down.

"Hungry and crazy demons, harvest souls in the material realm for your mighty locust lords!"

Surrounded by a horde of inferior demons.

A tall, lanky dementor in a robe, with only one pair of eyes on his pale face, shouted.

This dementor who came to the material realm infiltrated the city of King Lane and forced the succubi living here to collect souls for themselves, driven by soul energy, and quietly opened a passage to the bottomless abyss, allowing the demon army to descend on the material realm.

The kingdom of Lionheart is strong.

With the ability of this ninth-order soul demon, it was naturally impossible to open too large an abyss channel, and the psychedelic magic circle could not last long.

However, as long as it can set off a small catastrophe, before the human powerhouse notices the abnormality, harvest as many souls as possible, sacrifice them to the lords they serve, and win the favor of the other party, its purpose has already been achieved.

At the same time.

"Ah, it's a demon."

"How can there be demons in the royal city?"

"Run!"

In the chaotic flow of people, the harmless dragon man turned his head and looked at the black and oppressed group of inferior demons, as well as the figure of the dementor surrounded by the group of inferior demons, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"It turned out to be a demon Sure enough, I can encounter trouble everywhere I go, and I may have a passive aura of trouble."

The dragon man grinned.

"Still, that's what I want."

"A journey without any trouble is too boring."

(End of chapter)