And Duolun was actually exposed because he happened to meet Herag.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to notice that Wendy has become Doron's slave.

Duolun just failed, and there must be a lot of people who succeeded.

It's just that these things are happening in all corners of the Land of Dawn, and no one knows about it.

Herag thought for a moment, and felt that he might be able to start with the Abyssal Cultists.

It's hard for others to spot the Abyss Cultist, but he can.

For Herag, the abyssal plane aura on the Abyssal Cultists was too strong.

As long as you get closer, it's hard not to notice.

Herag was so confident that he would be able to recognize the Abyssal Cultist as soon as he dared to appear in front of him.

Since the contribution of the tasks related to the Abyssal Cultist is very high, if you can earn more contribution through the Abyss Cultist.

The only problem was that he had to get the evidence.

The aura of the Abyss Plane was felt only by him, not by others.

Even if you meet an Abyssal Cultist, you have to get enough evidence to prove that he is an Abyssal Cultist.

This step was the most difficult and crucial, as Herag needed not only to obtain evidence, but also to think about his own way of doing things.

Herag lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, hugging the sleeping Reese, thinking about the next steps.

……

Wutong Street is a famous street in the east of Silvermoon City, and there are many residential areas and bustling commercial areas nearby.

It's not a wealthy area, and the mix of people living there is a lot of work.

There are both wealthy people and people with average family conditions.

To put it simply, it is a relatively civilian area.

Herag walked down the street, wandering aimlessly.

Ever since he intended to earn contributions through the Abyssal Cultists, Herag began to search for clues about the Abyssal Cultists.

Looking at the tavern forums, there were few valuable clues, and no one had a way to search for the Abyssal Cultists.

Herag had wanted to see where the frequency of the Abyssal Cultists was high, but it turned out that there was no pattern at all.

Slums, civilian areas, and rich areas have all had Abyssal Cult incidents, and there was no pattern at all.

Come to think of it, both the poor and the rich have desires that they can't want.

As long as there is desire, once you come into contact with the evil god of the abyss plane, it is difficult to resist the temptation.

At this point, all people are the same, and it is possible for them to be bewitched by the evil gods of the Abyss Plane and thus become Abyssal Cultists.

Since there was no pattern to speak of, Herag didn't know where to start, so he simply began to wander.

Anyway, there was enough time, and he was ready to carpet search, starting from the east side of Silvermoon City and wandering all the way to the west.

There was no carriage ride on the way, and only when I went home every day would I take the carriage back.

Herag walked down the Sycamore Street, looking at the crowds of people coming and going.

He glanced at the crowd of people passing by him, and then withdrew his gaze.

There are no Abyssal Cultists in this group.

Herag only needed to feel it up close to know if the other party was an Abyssal Cultist.

In the past few days, not a single Abyss Cultist has been encountered.

At present, the number of Abyssal Cultists is still relatively small, at least there are very few urban areas in the southeast.

Since he couldn't go into other people's homes to see, he could only wander the streets or taverns, so there must have been fish that slipped through the net.

But there was no way, and it was impossible for Herag to find out all the abyssal cultists in Silvermoon City.

"Sycamore Tavern......" Herag glanced at the tavern next to him, thought about it, and walked in.

Since it was morning, there was not much occupancy in the tavern.

Drunks who like to drink have not woken up at this time, and there are still many people who need to work, so they will not come to drink at this point.

Herag sat down at a table by the window and ordered a butterbeer.

There's no dragon whiskey here, otherwise Herag would have ordered this.

I felt really good after drinking it last time, but unfortunately there are no taverns elsewhere.

Due to the small number of people at this point, there are only two waiters in the tavern.

The waiter who brought the drink to Herag had heavy dark circles under his eyes, was still yawning, and looked as if he had been on the night shift all night and had not rested.

After he brought Grebeer to Herag, he fell asleep on the counter.

Herag took a few sips of butterbeer and observed the people in the tavern, but found nothing unusual.

I looked at the people walking by outside the window, and I didn't find anyone who was abnormal.

As he finished his Butterbeer, Herag continued his journey to see the rest of the city.

If he didn't find anything in the next few days, he would have to challenge his plan, and he couldn't go on like this endlessly.

Just as Gerag was about to finish his butterbeer, a ragged beggar walked in.

The beggar poked his head in, and after a quick glance of the tavern, he saw Herag, who was sitting alone drinking.

Herag also noticed the beggar and didn't pay attention to it at first.

It's normal to meet beggars in this place, it's not a rich area, and no one drives these beggars away.

So it was not uncommon to see beggars on the streets, and Herag was no stranger.

When the beggar saw Herag, he saw that the waiter was sleeping at the counter, so he slipped in and walked over to Herag.

Herag paid attention to his movements, and quickly scanned and analyzed the beggar's situation.

Just an ordinary person.

Despite being just an ordinary person, Herag was ready for battle.

You can't let your guard down at any time, as long as this beggar has any abnormal behavior, he will die in an instant.

But on the surface, Herag still looked calm, and wanted to see what the beggar was going to do.

Ordinary taverns don't let beggars in, they just beat them out.

But there were very few waiters at this point, one waiter was sleeping at the counter, and the other waiter went to the back kitchen to prepare wine, so the beggar was given a chance to sneak in.

The beggar was a bearded man, who looked to be forty or fifty years old, with a very large belly, and at first glance he was very unhealthy, most likely of some kind of disease.

He glanced at Herag and didn't speak, but just reached into his clothes and touched it.

After a while, he pulled out a cloth ball.

Something seemed to be wrapped in the cloth, and the beggar carefully unfolded it, revealing the contents inside.

It is a wood carving, carved with a snake head and a human body.

The beggar placed the wood carving in front of Herag, smiled and nodded, and turned away.

"Hey! What are you doing! Get out! Another waiter with a tray of wine came out, and when he saw the beggar, he shouted angrily.

He hurriedly put down the wine tray, picked up a small stool on the side and rushed over.

When the beggar saw that the situation was not good, he pulled his legs and ran.

(End of chapter)