Chapter 370 Breaking into the Dark Nest Alone, Demiurges Plan
Hua Hua Hua...
Jon flipped through the information in his hand quickly.
At the end, he was silent for a while, then scratched his eyebrows and said, "All the missing people are young girls and handsome-looking teenagers. If you say there is no trace of special industry in it, I won't believe it."
Ainz felt a little uncomfortable.
To be honest, with his justice value of -00, he should not be shocked when he hears this, and he should even feel a little ridiculous.
But for some reason, he just felt uncomfortable and felt angry that he wanted to vent.
He thought that it should be the remaining human parts of this body that were causing trouble...
After gathering his thoughts, Ainz asked Jon: "What do you mean?"
"Snakes have their own paths, rats have their own paths. Before I became an adventurer, I spent a lot of time in places like the black market." Jon smiled, "Go directly to a place where fish and dragons are mixed, and with a few gold coins,
With a glass of ale, you can get any information you want."
He patted his chest and volunteered: "There are many people and many eyes, so leave this task to me. You can just wait here."
Hearing this, Ainz hesitated.
Because he didn't know whether he should let Jojo act at this moment.
But he had no reason to refuse. He could only say: "Be careful in everything."
Jon gave Ainz a thumbs up, "Don't worry, Captain, I won't embarrass the brigade."
After saying that, he pulled up his hood and left the private room like a gust of wind.
Ainz, Nabe and the others remained silent.
After a while, Ainz waved his hand and opened a pure black portal, and told Solution: "Narberal and I will go back to the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick first. You will keep an eye on this place and don't slack off."
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"Yes, Lord Ainz." Solution knelt on one knee and said with an extremely respectful expression.
Ainz nodded and walked into the portal first.
But in the blink of an eye, he returned to the 10th floor of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
There, many guardians had already knelt down to greet him, calling him supreme.
"Okay, no need to be polite." Perhaps because he was tired, Ainz did not deliberately show the majesty of the owner of the great tomb.
He stretched out his white bone claws, took out a scroll engraved with many mysterious patterns in his pocket, and gently tore it open. The scroll spontaneously ignited without wind, and turned into a huge magic mirror in the center of the throne room.
In the mirror, Jon's figure is deep and clear.
"Demiurge, Albedo, and the other guardians... you must watch carefully and carefully analyze Jojo's every move so that you can formulate the next plan." Ainz said in a deep voice.
Many guardians bowed their heads and responded.
However, in the royal capital, Jon quickly found an informal bar based on his experience as a streetwalker.
Just as he said, with a few gold coins and a glass of ale, he found out about a well-hidden prostitution house.
After paying another hefty 'agency fee', Jon, covered in a robe, was taken to the end of a street somewhere.
Ainz, who had watched Jon's actions throughout the entire process, was struck by the thought that the location of the brothel was less than five miles away from the hotel where they met the Golden Princess!
"The kingdom is so rotten." Ainz said in a deep voice.
Gold Medalist Demiurge smiled and then said: "Everything must come to an end, and countries are no exception."
The topic changed, "Only Ainz-sama and Nazarick will survive forever!"
These words won the unanimous approval of many guardians.
For a moment, the throne room was filled with the sound of "yes, yes, yes, yes".
Ainz was noncommittal and simply said: "Keep reading."
In the scene, Jon walks into a prostitute.
Immediately, a madam with heavy makeup came up to him and said with a smile: "This guest looks very unfamiliar. He just came to the capital from out of town, right?"
Jon instinctively took a step back, sniffed slightly, and said without changing his expression: "If you are not a local, you won't do business?"
"Yes, of course." The madam's expression remained unchanged as she handed over a heavy roster.
"The girls above will choose for you... Of course, if you are not satisfied, you can also choose some handsome boys."
Jon took a quick look and found at least two farm girls missing from the information...
His expression remained unchanged and he smiled: "How can these vulgar powder get into my eyes?"
He grabbed a handful of gold coins from his pocket and threw them on the ground casually, "Although I'm not a local, I've been to a lot of places, don't try to trick me here with this kind of stuff."
Seeing the money, the Madam's attitude changed completely, and she wished she could stick to Jon.
However, she was used to looking at people's glances, so she knew that the guests across from her didn't like her very much, so she didn't ask for trouble. She turned around and took out a relatively thin roster from the back room, "I'm really a picky guest, but
Our family has a very deep heritage, but the price..."
Confirming again that this was the place he was looking for, Jon blinked and waved his hand very proudly, "Money is not an issue.
But, can you guarantee that your girl is the best? I would say, just don’t go to so much trouble and just take me to your head office."
Hearing this, the madam hesitated.
But then I thought about it and laughed, "Guest, you are really knowledgeable, but if you go to the main store, you will need some special service fees."
"Isn't it just money? Sir, I have a lot of money." Jon didn't waste any time. He took out a large bag of gold from his clothes like magic and threw it on the ground like garbage.
The old bustard smiled brightly, asked his men to put away the gold, and led Jon through the underground secret door and short-distance teleportation array, and finally arrived at an extremely wide hall.
After scanning the surroundings, Jon nodded, "It is indeed a good place."
The old bustard smiled and said: "Of course it is a good place. Although it is located in a remote place, many dignitaries and even princes and nobles come here often."
Jon has no interest in knowing such secrets.
He casually dismissed the madam and glanced vaguely at a certain corner.
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——The performance officially begins!
He clenched his fists loudly, took a deep breath, and said coldly: "God said that filth must be purified."
In an instant, the sound spread throughout the entire underground.
Before she could go far, the madam only felt hot inside her body.
Just wanted to say something.
Suddenly, a wisp of fire burst out from her mouth and nose.
In just three or four seconds, the madam, whose hands were stained with countless blood, turned into a pile of ashes.
"What!"
"What's wrong?"
"It's so hot, help!"
For a time, exclamations and screams could not be heard.
Jon's expression was stern, and he added: "God said that it is forbidden to leave this place."
Buzz.
The dazzling white light suddenly sealed the entire underground space.
The hired thugs finally came to their senses and locked onto Jon in the hall.
"It's him, the magic caster!"
"This is faith-based magic. That guy should be a priest."
"No matter who he is, he must die!"
"Kill!"
Although it was one to many, Jon seemed to be able to do it with ease. He applied various buffing magics to himself, and then raised his fists.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
He is like a god of war, rampaging unscrupulously in the underground dark lair.
At the same time, Demiurge in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick silently wrote down key words such as 'justice', 'decision', 'impulse', and 'doing things without considering the consequences' in his mind.
For this kind of person, there is undoubtedly a lot of room for maneuver.
It's just that we can't draw conclusions easily, we have to observe further...
Thinking this way, the picture in the mirror changed again.
After dealing with all the miscellaneous fish thugs, a very important figure finally appeared deep in the dark nest.
The man is thin and has short golden brown hair. The most peculiar thing is that he not only wears eye shadow, but also wears lipstick.
Pretending to come to the hall, Kirkdale raised his orchid fingers and whispered in a sharp voice: "Although my strength has declined recently due to the decree of Her Royal Highness the Princess, my territory is not a place where cats and dogs can do whatever they want."
As he said that, he looked behind him, "What do you think? Sandhillonte."
Following his words, a tall man with a scar on the corner of his mouth came out.
He smiled, and then said with interest: "What a coincidence. I wanted to relax, but I ended up running into such a stupid young man."
The two chatted freely, not taking Jon seriously at all.
Demiurge, who was doing the ob, introduced the other guardians at the right time: "These two are both members of the 'Eight Fingers'.
The so-called "eight fingers" are named after the "God of Thieves", a subordinate god of the earth god, who only has eight fingers.
This organization is a criminal gang divided into eight departments: slave trading, assassination, smuggling, theft, drug dealing, bodyguards, finance, and gambling. It is a huge organization that dominates the underworld of the kingdom and has the power to threaten a country."
The guardians understood.
Ainz said: "In this way, the real culprit behind the human trafficking case in the Royal Capital is... ahem, I mean, he is indeed Demiurge. His ability to collect intelligence is really amazing."
Demiurge stroked his chest and saluted, "Thank you, Ainz-sama. It was your plan in advance that allowed me to respond."
Ainz:???
What the hell? When did I lay out the layout?
But this is not the only problem that I can't figure out. Facing Demiurge, if you say more, you will be wrong. If you say less, you will be wrong. If you don't say anything, it will be good.
Alas, it's better to just keep quiet.
Ainz nodded pretending to be serious.
Demiurge was extremely excited, feeling that he had finally managed to keep up with the Supreme Being's thoughts...
Back in the dark nest of the royal capital, Kirkdall and Succulent looked at Jon unscrupulously.
After watching for a while, Kirkdale was surprised and said, "I didn't expect him to be a rare handsome man. Haha, just in time, if you break my man, you can pay off the debt yourself."
Kirk Doyle, gender male, hobby male.
Jon spread his hands and said, "Knock me down if you can, otherwise none of you will be able to escape."
Wow, what a loud tone!
Succulent drew out the dagger from his waist. He stared at Jon and said with a smile: "You are really unlucky to have met me. If I am not mistaken, you should have the badge of a gold-level adventurer on your body.
Sorry, I am a fine steel grade..."
Still talking.
Suddenly, a sword blade emerged from behind Jon.
Jon couldn't hide or dodge, and his whole body suddenly glowed brightly.
Sandhill Longte's eyes suddenly became blurred and he instinctively took a few steps back.
Jon moved his elbow.
With a bang, Sandhill Longte was severely knocked away, and he rolled on the ground seven or eight times before gradually stopping.
"Adamantine grade, that's it?" Jon sneered, showing off his contemptuous expression to the fullest.
Not far away, Kirkdale was simply dumbfounded.
God of Thieves, what did he see?
That Sand Hill Longte, the famous ‘Phantom Demon’, was actually elbowed over by a young man?
How can this be!
You know, Sandhill Longte belongs to the ‘Six Arms’.
‘Six Arms’ is the special security department of ‘Eight Fingers’, and everyone in it has steel-level strength.
Although Succulent is not good at frontal combat, not everyone can see through his illusions.
At least, Kirkdale himself didn't know when Sandhillonte got around that guy's back...
But he saw Sha Qiulonte spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of horror, "With this kind of power...who are you?"
"Who am I? Listen to me, I am Jojo, a member of the 'Phantom Troupe', a gold-level adventurer from E-Rantel, and a messenger of the gods walking in the world!"
Jon said as he showed off the cross bracelet on his wrist.
Shaking in the wind, the cross suddenly grew in size and became as tall as a person. It was obviously some kind of magic prop that contained magical power.
With a bang, Jon inserted the cross upside down on the ground.
With a thought in his mind, he raised his hands and said, "Come, let's count your sins in detail."
The scenes that follow are too bloody and don't have many twists and turns.
Succulent and Kirkdall were easily defeated by Jon and could not get up again.
As for the gangsters and the dukes and nobles who came here to have fun, he didn't spare any of them and burned them to ashes with a single shot of the 'Divine Word'.
Not only that, Jon also gathered the boys and girls who had fallen into this magical cave, and said loudly in a tone that was almost the same as usual: "Bathe in the divine light, and you will be reborn."
Under the light of the apocalypse, many hidden dangers and diseases of the body quickly disappeared, and those painful memories were also shattered by the power of the true God...
Such kind deeds made Ainz and other powerful aliens look different.
On the other hand, Demiurge pushed up his glasses, and a brilliant idea suddenly came to his mind. He respectfully said to the superior, "Lord Ainz, with this incident, perhaps our plan can be advanced."
Ainz was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you talking about Plan A or Plan B?"
Demiurge smiled slightly, "It was Plan A before, but now, Plan B is more suitable.
Of course, two plans can also be carried out at the same time. There is no conflict between 'pursuing the princess' and 'offending the nobles', as long as Jojo has no place in the human world.
Until then, Lord Ainz, you will deign to fake your own death and destroy his last hope and bond.
All light will turn into darkness.
And the door of Nazarick will also be opened for him."
