(Today is the birthday of the Great Lord of the Abyss, everyone wishes him a happy birthday!) ）

Klein Continent, Eltien States, Hans City. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The road is a little wet after the rain.

Compared with the neat bluestone pavement of the aristocratic district, the roads in the slums can be compared to the dirt roads in the countryside. Every time you step down, there is a deep pit, and the strong suction will even absorb the unreliable sole in it and cannot pull it out. Garbage such as manure and cloth washed out from both sides of the road will float on the muddy and filthy water, leaving people with nowhere to put their feet.

There is always a foul smell in the air.

This is a taste peculiar to the ghetto.

Walking around the city, as long as you smell this smell, you know that you are close to the slums.

Countless shacks and dilapidated wooden huts sprang up like misshapen mushrooms, crowded from house to house. Only the ruthless characters with some skills are entitled to live in barely intact houses, while many more poor ghosts, drunkards, vagabonds, prostitutes, and thieves can only huddle in wooden houses full of holes.

As for the shacks that are simply enclosed by two or three planks, even if they are a "nest", they are only inhabited by beggars who eat and wait for death. Many of them were so old that they were too hungry to get out of the simple shack, so they lay motionless on the damp planks, letting the rain from the roof drip down on them. Only the faint voices that sounded every once in a while could tell that they were still alive.

This is a small shack at the end of the alley, and there is such a "dead body" lying inside. The thin and shriveled body, the withered and shrunken skull-like head, the whole body has been thin like a stickman. If it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest and the faint white gas coming out of his mouth and nose, I'm afraid most people who saw him would have thought of him as a dead corpse.

In the miserable rainy night, even those hooligans and villains were unwilling to come out on such a night to be cold, so the narrow and dirty alleyway was rarely quiet. But in this cold rain, where everything is quiet, there is still a black shadow shuttling in the boundless darkness.

He stopped and went, his light footsteps completely muffled by the sound of ticking rain. With every corner shadow at his disposal, he never revealed himself where the light could reach. By such means, he walked through almost all the buildings in this alley, and was not noticed by anyone.

Finally, he came to the shack where the "dead body" was, paused for a moment, and then dodged in.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he didn't light the flint, nor did he speak, just silently looked at the "dead body" lying on the tattered wooden plank.

Finally, he spoke.

"You can't go any further. Under your influence, there are already traces of outsiders invading the strongholds of several nearby cities. The elders are arguing over your business, and will most likely hand you over to appease the pressure of the guild. The last attack you encountered may have been the personal action of some of the elders in the guild, but it is already a dangerous sign. You can't go any further! ”

There was no echo in the pitch-black shack.

"Whatever you think, we have done our best. After this meeting, you'd better not contact us again. However, as an old brother in the Church, I have one last piece of information to convey to you. The initiator of your mission has sent a message through a special channel, asking you to hand over at Echo Mountain. As for the authenticity of the information, we can verify that the information is indeed reliable! ”

"You need to be careful, though. After all, this task was publicly entrusted in the Thieves' Guild, so there are many people who know about it. Not only are you chasing a bunch of lunatics behind your ass, but I'm afraid the same is true behind that client. It's not easy for you to trade smoothly. ”

"Sean, listen to my persuasion once, as long as you hand over that thing, the benefits in exchange are definitely beyond your imagination. Even the Church of Dawn has heard that as long as you hand over the treasure, they can arrange for an archbishop-level magician to personally perform the "Divine Restoration" on your child, and then little Nimi will definitely be able to recover his health. Why do you have to hold on to that branch of life? ”

The "dead corpse" that was lying on the wooden board waiting to die suddenly rolled its eyes, and stared at the black shadow standing in the corner of the room with a fierce look.

"Divine Restoration may be able to restore little Nimi's health, but it won't help him regain his talent. Before his spine was damaged, little Nimi was known as the most gifted magic swordsman, but now he can only lie helplessly in bed and sink. As far as I know, only the vital shoots full of life source power can completely restore him to the state he was in before his injury. If he were your child, how would you choose? ”

The figure in the darkness fell silent.

Eventually, the two didn't talk about anything more. When the sound of the rain outside the shed gradually changed from sparse to dense, the black shadow once again escaped into the darkness and disappeared into the night. And the "dead body" lying on the wooden board was gone.

At the same moment, a series of fierce battles broke out around Hans City. Every fierce battle was terrifying and there were many casualties, but by the time the city enforcers arrived at the scene, they were often empty and no longer trace.

The rain was still pouring down.

In a luxurious room in the aristocratic quarter, a Mind Flayer with a terrifying octopus head sits in the center. In front of it, a bald man dressed in aristocratic attire was kneeling, his face sluggish, allowing the tentacles of the other party to strangle his skull.

For a moment, the grunt of the Mind Flayer sucking was clearly audible.

In the corner of the room, seven or eight humans in different costumes, both men and women, all hung their hands with dull faces, silently waiting for the orders of the "master" of the Mind Flayer. Even if the Mind Flayer wants to taste them, they will "willingly" offer them with religiousness.

When the original owner of this luxurious villa was sucked dry and fell to the ground, Wickman was satisfied. At this time, there were already 3 corpses lying on the ground.

With a soft squeak on the door, two humans, drenched and robber-like, walked into the room, ignoring the strange scene in the room, and walked directly to the Mind Flayer and stood with their hands down.

This is also the mind slave of the mind flayer Wickman, but the two thieves are still valued compared to the brains in this room.

As an underworld race that is not popular with humans, the Mind Flayers rarely go out of the dark regions.

Although most of the humans on the surface are weak and only worthy of food, there are always some powerful individuals or organizations in the middle that cannot be provoked by the Mind Flayer.

Therefore, the first thing Wickman did after infiltrating Hans City was to control the two thieves of no lower rank to find out the news for himself, while he himself hid in this hidden and safe place to enjoy the feast of human brains.

Unlike controlling these brainfoods, Wickman's control of the two thieves' hands is more akin to the "Bewitch Humans" spell, and therefore does not affect the recipient's intelligence. Although it will inevitably seem a little sluggish, at least it won't be like those brain foods, and the saliva is wet on the front chest and you don't know it.

There was no sound of conversation in the room, and the octopus-like tentacles of Wickman's jaw curled up, and a simple "mental perception" obtained the information he wanted from the brains of the two thieves.

The human brain, as long as it does not cast a mental barrier, is a treasure trove for the Mind Flayer.

Regarding the treasure thief, it is impossible for these two seventh- and eighth-level thieves to find out how advanced the intelligence is, but they have heard an important clue from the side.

In the evening of this evening, the Knife Club under the Thieves Guild had an elder-level figure above level 16 who came. However, the other party came and went in a hurry, and his whereabouts were secretive, and the two thieves did not have specific information about him. Hans City is a small place, and if a level 16 guy usually comes, it will be big news. But in the past two days, it has become obscure and inconspicuous at all.

On the other hand, the two thieves have a lot of intelligence information about the new faces that have suddenly appeared in Hans City in the past few days.

There are suspected traces of necromancers near the Amman wooden house in the east of the city......

A contingent of the Church of Justice entered Hans in the afternoon and stayed at the Hotel de Monlitz, accompanied by an archbishop, a Templar, and a number of followers......

The wooden house of the old man Houghton in the slum north of the city is occupied by a group of strangers, and the entrance is secretive, suspected to be a mercenary running from the direction of Taranta to fight the autumn wind, and there may be a legend hidden inside......

The mansion of the xxx aristocratic lord in the central area of the city is suspected of being occupied, and the servants of the family have not shown up all day, and the current situation is unknown......

In the evening, a black-robed man entered Hans City, his whereabouts unknown, suspected to be a spellcaster......

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Broken and messy information is like a gray warehouse that has not been cleaned for a long time, if it weren't for the Mind Flayer race, which is naturally good at mind perception and mind exploration, it may be difficult for others to sort out useful information from it.

In every city, it is indeed easiest to find these rats who like to hide in the sewers to get information. In such fragmentary information, even their own whereabouts were detected by them.

Damn, the main owner hasn't been found yet, and so many competitors have already popped up. Looks like I'm looking for a chance to clean them all up!

With the most vicious respect, Wickman evaluated every character who appeared in the intelligence, and there was no one that he could provoke at will. This can't help but make it even more boring!

But just as it was thinking about whether it should hide itself in a different place, there was an earth-shattering noise outside the room, and it was the two wide and gorgeous doors of the villa that had been slammed open.

At the same time, the psionic traps placed by Wickman around the villa also sent a triggered alarm.

Enemy attack?!

Even without going out, just through three or four walls and countless portals, Wickman could sense the "stench" that filled the air, which was the smell of a sorcerer.

"Damn the demons of the earth, go back to your dark earth, or you will wait to be judged by the God of Justice!"

"Demons, get out of here and die!

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Listening to the roaring and shouting of the church "madman" outside the house, Wickman's mood suddenly turned sour.

Damn it, it's the ranks of the just church!