When we returned to the Rhino Bar, Catalina still looked dazed and panicked, as if she had suffered some major psychological blow.
She discovered that her father had hidden a lot of things, and that she was not a human being. She was just panicked rather than collapsed, but it had proven that she was weak on the outside, but actually very strong on the inside.
But when she first entered the bar, she was so frightened that she instinctively looked at her father for help.
Seeing Catalina like this, the bar owner, Father Barton, was very heartbroken and worried. He immediately glared at me. As for other people, they didn't care about why a barmaid and a bad gambler suddenly disappeared, and what happened to them.
They have their own things to busy themselves with.
In the middle of the bar hall, two plainly dressed businessmen were tied to chairs. Their belongings were placed on the table beside them. The most conspicuous thing was the black silver ring skull pendant.
The symbol of the Society of the Dead.
It seems that we have thought too much. This time, the cultists of the Wanshihui Society are not locals, but free traveling businessmen as a cover. Judging from their unimpressive faces, most of them have not lived in the town at all.
Camp outside the city.
This is also an expected result. I have visited several nearby towns and found no necromancers. However, the fact that they live outside the city vaguely hints at another fact-these two people are not strong enough.
If they are strong enough to make a living on their own in the wild, there are many of them, and they may even have separate camps, then things will be complicated.
"Trouble, it seems that they are not lurking scattered cultists, but members of the organized All Death Society. These are probably just spies investigating, so the Dracolich has probably alerted them. They may take action at any time."
I guessed these things in just a moment, which only shows that I am very experienced in encountering troubles and solving them. I don't think they can guess that the other party's reinforcements may be on the way. I am thinking about how to
Tip these rookies without leaving any trace, so that these rookies can quickly force out this message so that they can respond...
"I...I've recruited them all, don't kill me. There are fifty of us in total, and Lord Black Eyed Priest is taking the lead. He is a holy master of the undead."
Well, this idiot was probably an ordinary person not long ago. It is obvious that delaying and waiting for rescue is the best choice at this time, but he betrayed his teammates all at once, making it difficult for others to save you... I took another look at that full face
So this is it, everyone suddenly realized...
"Who is more stupid than this?"
"Don't compare them with you, it's not fair at all. How many people in this world have more experience in causing trouble and being hunted than you?"
Looking at these young people hurriedly questioning each other, I shook my head helplessly and turned my attention to Old Barton. At this time, the man in black behind me was already shaking with excitement. If I didn't stop him, there might be a fight.
You can watch the good show of recognizing a relative...
"By the way. Why did I stop him? This guy just forced me to wash the dishes yesterday. I was the master who taught him martial arts, so I can't be considered a mentor. To treat my mentor like this is simply inhumane!"
"...Didn't you say that you use washing dishes to pay off the wine money and debts? As for the attitude towards the tutor, although I have a lot to say, I really can't say it. The only thing I agree with is why we stopped it,
Come and watch the show, um, I don’t think it’s the vicious behavior of the angry guy who actually fed expired milk to the cat.”
The dead cat exploded something in an instant, but we looked at each other. Then we unanimously reached out and pointed at the bald guy Barton.
"Look, that dead bald guy is Barton Anton."
Barton was also stunned. But before he could react, a gust of fragrant wind blew by. The soft and fleshy feeling next to his body made him freeze.
And the next moment, the beautiful pear tree bloomed, and tears fell like rain.
"Oh, my poor child, you have become so old and you have to suffer. Dad...Mom is here. Just follow your mother from now on. Mom will not let others bully you."
A blond girl who looked no more than 20 years old hugged a middle-aged bald man and shouted, "My son, you are suffering." This scene was so beautiful that even if I had expected it, I almost burst into tears.
We were prepared for this, but other people in the bar were even more outrageous. They sprayed water while drinking. One unlucky dwarf accidentally tore off a piece of the wooden beer cup, chewed it up, and swallowed it.
Discover.
"Bah, old Entek is scared to death. Boy Barton, is this your mother? Your mother looks much younger than you, um, much prettier too! Are you really her seed? Almighty Ash, come on, you guys
The difference is huge.”
"Idiot, didn't you see that the pointed ears are an elf? By the way, how did an elf give birth to a pure human? It's incredible! What race is his father from?"
"Ha, I don't know what race his father is from, but he must be very ugly, uglier than old Entek. How could such a beautiful mother have such an ugly son?"
"puff."
Well, as expected of the outspoken dwarves, the explanations of the dwarf shield guardian and his companions caused a second wave of sprays.
For a moment, all attention was forgotten about the prisoner being interrogated in front of him. The fierce bar owner actually had such a beautiful woman. What gossip could attract more attention than this.
The most tragic thing at this time is probably Old Barton himself. He was frightened at first, and then it was not that he was seduced by the beauty, but that he couldn't break away at all.
Yes, as a fairly outstanding warrior, he found that his arm seemed to be entangled by a giant python. His bones were cracking and his whole body was in pain. Let alone breaking away, if it continued for a while, he would probably suffocate.
And died.
He no longer had the strength to speak. When he was desperate, he turned his attention to the unreliable "master". When he saw the other person nodding to indicate that he understood, he was finally relieved.
"Barton was so happy. He asked us not to disturb the reunion of their mother and son. We should all stay away and give them and their son enough space."
"puff."
What Old Barton vomited this time was probably blood. Well, he actually coughed up blood. It was a bit exaggerated to spit out blood like this...
"Ah, help people quickly!"
So, with the old bald man spouting blood as the core, the whole bar fell into chaos.
Well, I waited until the scene calmed down a bit. It was also after I had seen the excitement that I finally stopped the "overflowing maternal love" Dracolich, lest he use more and more force in his anxiety and really crush his only descendant to death.
"This time, you should learn to respect your teachers. Oh, male students are good, strong and patient, and they will never die. The previous education failed because I was too soft-hearted towards the girls! Hmm."
"...I don't know whether your educational methods will be successful or not. I only know that you are going to be unlucky recently. Look behind you."
Well, when I turned around, Katarina, who had a face full of resentment, was staring at me, her fingers still on my waist and about to exert force, her resentful eyes, as if I was some kind of bad guy, and I had done something outrageous.
Evil things.
"How dare you say you are a good person?"
I ignored the dead cat's words. I am kind-hearted but easily misunderstood...
More than half an hour later, after we wasted precious response time (Barton: Is it my fault? Should I watch me die?), we finally got back to business.
And since they haven’t been found for more than half an hour, it’s estimated that those from the Wanshu Guild will not come directly to the door. But if a group of us caught someone and brought him back, it would be impossible to hide it. There will definitely be trouble in the future, and further from this
The information obtained by the spies made us regret having brought the other party back.
Our previous guesses were not wrong. The Society of Death has only two purposes for its activities in the main plane. One is to obtain powerful undead creatures, and the other is to open the door to the death plane to allow more undead natural disasters to come.
This time they learned from the ancient ruins that there was a powerful ancient dragon corpse here, but it was not their main purpose.
In their sequence, this trivial matter of "picking up bones" does not require a high-ranking priest to bring more than fifty believers. Their real target is a ruins in the Harun Mountains not far from this town.
.It is said that the surrounding space is very unstable and is very suitable as a door to a new plane.
When listening to these words, no one else had any reaction, but Old Barton, who had just recovered his complexion, turned ugly. I remembered that Old Barton had mentioned to me that Catalina was picked up in an ancient ruins.
"It can't be such a coincidence..."
But judging from Barton's increasingly bad expression and the fact that he glanced at Catalina, his unconcealed concern was probably the reality behind his words, and then the desired owner of the ruins became clear.
"The ruins of the sage civilization? Where did many of the strange things in the Holy War come from? There may be some strategic weapons. Even if there is no contract with the God of Wisdom, the Wanxing Society cannot obtain it.
remains."
For those adventurers, even if they don't know what the ruins of an ancient sage civilization might mean, if a door to the plane of death opens near their door, they are all aware of the consequences.
"Definitely stop them!"
But I turned my attention to other places. If there weren't people around me watching, I would have used the secret soul-searching technique to completely drain the secrets from the minds of these two followers of the Society of Death.
I was not suitable to come forward, so I asked Old Barton to come forward.
"The opening of the plane gate requires a lot of sacrifices. Don't tell me you are ready?"
Everyone's expressions changed. The holy war has been going on for so many years, and the soul sacrifices that the undead and demons crave most have become notorious. Are these guys moving around the town just to find the dragon bones?
"I...we brought a lot of slaves."
"Caught?"
Old Barton glared at him fiercely. The fat cultist met his eyes, but did not dare to look directly at him. As soon as he lowered his head, he grabbed his collar and dragged him up, roaring like thunder in his ears.
ring.
"You have attacked other villages? Captured prisoners as sacrifices?"
The fat man who was lifted up was out of breath. He couldn't help kicking his feet off the ground, but in the end he nodded quickly.
"I...we didn't want to come here originally. Lord Kurome said he was worried about not having enough sacrifices and wanted us to..."
Seeing everyone's eyes turned to the other cultist, the thin man nodded quickly, confirming the information.
Now, the fun is really great, but I still need more information.
"The one-sided plane link is meaningless. The opposite plane of the undead is that, and the undead lord is responsible for this matter. Do you know?"
As expected, he looked at both of them shaking their heads, but suddenly the thin man seemed to remember something.
"I heard Lord Kurome mentioned that as long as the mission is completed, His Majesty Heng's most capable general, General Wu'er, will give us new immortality."
"Your Majesty Heng? Is there an undead emperor named Heng? Why do I have a premonition of bad luck again?" (To be continued)