Night, Horn Town.

Dean was in his study, quietly looking at the three notes in his hand—these were messages from the falcon that Laudeton had arraigned.

Although the distance between Horn Town and the Emerald City is not very far, and the horseback ride is only about three hours, if you want to get some news as soon as possible, falcons and teleportation crystals are still essential.

However, with Dean's current financial resources, he can't afford to use the teleportation crystal frequently - a teleportation crystal that can be used for a short distance of less than ten seconds will cost 200 kimptons, which is enough to discourage most people.

Therefore, except for very special circumstances, ordinary people will not use communication crystals at all.

As for the long distance, like the value of the transmission crystal from Southport County to the Royal Capital of Gosai last time?

Its value is at least twenty times more than that of short distances.

Of course, there are other ways to reduce consumption and achieve extraordinary results.

However, that is what wizards are good at, and it is rarely found in the three major kingdoms.

As a result, falcons became the primary means of communication.

"Tom!"

Dean finished reading the three notes, and handed them to his personal attendant with the corners of his mouth upturned.

Tom took the three notes and looked at them one by one, the first two were not problematic, they were all about accepting the peripheral organization of the 'Salvation Society', and how many enemies were hanged.

And the third one made Tom frown.

Because, on the third one, it is written that Ariande found someone following.

"Is anyone else interested in the Salvation Society?"

Tom asked subconsciously as he returned the note to Dean.

"Nope. Of course not - the current 'Salvation Society'. In the eyes of most people. That is to say, it is not a small organization, it has neither a high level of force nor considerable financial resources, and the only thing that can be used is to monopolize the territory of the civilian area of the Emerald Capital; However, for the forces that focus on civilian areas, the 'Salvation Society' is a behemoth that cannot be provoked at all, and for organizations that focus on other aspects, the 'Salvation Society' is a chicken rib! So. Those people are not here for the Salvation Society at all! ”

Dean said slowly.

"That's ...... For the sake of 'blood marks'?! ”

Tom groaned slightly, and figured out the key.

"Well, it's for the 'blood seal' - a 'silver from the common people'!"

There was a hint of playfulness in Dean's words.

"In that case, why don't you catch it alive, my lord?"

Tom asked, puzzled.

Tom never doubted whether Dean could capture a silver alive.

"For the dead are more advantageous to us - our actions in the afternoon are not top secret, and it is easy to inquire about the time we have taken, and whether we have taken others, all of which can be inquired about; If I capture the 'Blood Mark' alive. Bringing back Clarion Town, what do you think we'll face next? ”

Dean asked rhetorically.

"The other side's counterattack?"

Tom asked cautiously.

"It's not just about a counter-offensive. It's a general attack - a silver-level powerhouse, in any force, can be regarded as a middle and high-level, and there will definitely be a lot of things to know, and this unknown organization will definitely do its best to rescue the 'blood seal' in order to keep this secret from me, or kill the 'blood seal' to extinguish it! And what may happen in the meantime, is something I don't want to see, at least, I don't want to see senseless losses now! ”

Dean shook his head and said very seriously.

"So, you're ready to ......"

Tom looked at the note.

"Well, the news they heard is enough to infer that I ended the battle in a short period of time and didn't have time to torture the 'Blood Seal', but they will definitely not lose a silver-level powerhouse in vain - they will find someone to spy on us and take revenge on us, but they will not carry out a general attack that will break the net! And this ...... They gave me time to find their lair! ”

Dean nodded, word for word.

"This is temporarily handed over to you and Hu, charge all the magic arrays left by your teacher, and be ready to open them at any time!"

Dean commanded, and then, picking up the sword box that stood aside.

Dean never underestimated the possible opponents, since there can be a 'blood mark', then there may be a second, or...... A stronger opponent than that.

"Please rest assured!"

Tom bowed.

By the time Tom straightened up again, Dean had already disappeared in front of him.

……

Dean rushed to the Emerald City at full speed.

Facing the heavily guarded gates, Dean easily entered the city, and then went straight to the address hidden on the note—a code word from Dean and Lauder, that even Tom hadn't noticed.

"Your Excellency!"

A slight shout came from the gutter behind the house on one side.

Beneath the thick, pungent foul-smelling mud, Lauder, who saw Dean, crept out cautiously.

Dean didn't do anything unusual because of this, on the contrary, he nodded approvingly.

For a person who has no strength and is still pursuing stability, it is definitely not far from death!

Only people like Lauder can really live, and they are still alive and well!

"My lord, that guy is following too closely, my strength is too low to get rid of the other party, so I can only come here - those guys are definitely trying to kill me, if it weren't for Ariande distracting most people, even if there is this secret hiding spot, I will have to be killed!"

Seeing Dean's appreciative smile, Lauder immediately straightened his back.

"Have you found a place for them?"

Dean asked.

"Of course! Although the guys did a lot of cover-ups, I can be sure that the guys came from the home of a wealthy merchant in Uptown! ”

Lauder's back straightened and he said with a touch of pride.

"Oh?"

Dean gave Lauder a surprised look.

When it comes to searching for an unknown opponent, Dean doesn't give more hope to Lauder. As long as Lauder is safe and sound. But I didn't expect it. Lauder was able to find out the whereabouts of these people.

"There's a guy in there that I recognize—even though he's wearing a mask, he's missing half of his little finger on his left hand, and that shape and tone should be the guy I remember!"

Lauder said with certainty.

"Lead the way!"

Dean said bluntly.

For Lauder, Dean naturally does not suspect anything, the other party has already proven his loyalty.

Taking Lauder through the layers of guards, Dean came to the rich merchant that Lauder was referring to, and here he was. Dean also saw Arriande, who was standing in the shadows.

"Your Excellency!"

From the shadows, Arriande stepped out.

"Hide with Lauder first!"

Dean commanded.

Then the whole person walked towards the house in front of him.

It was a typical three-storey building with a garden, unassuming, but stylish, and was loved by wealthy merchants who were not aristocrats.

Of course, the unknown enemy in front of him chose this place more because of the good arrangement of manpower.

Looking at the huge garden, Dean instantly thought of an equally large underground space.

And in fact, as Dean had guessed.

Appearance, on the ground. It looks like an ordinary wealthy businessman's house, but it's a hole in the underground.

In the stairwell under the stairs leading to the second floor. Dean found the staircase that led to the underground.

Guarded by a knight-level guard.

Without hesitation, Dean covered the other party's mouth, twisted the other party's neck, and at the same time, added a punch to the chest, until the light ball representing the XP value appeared, and then twisted open the door of this stairwell, and easily brought the janitor's body into it.

The staircase in front of me was not straight up and down, but spiraled downward, and every five or six steps, a magic lamp emitted light, illuminating the road in front of you.

Dean descended the steps.

After walking a hundred steps, a half-open door appeared in front of Dean.

Behind the door, there was an equally bright corridor, and a faint voice came from the other side of the corridor.

"We shouldn't do that, Zelgang isn't easy to mess with!"

"However, we have lost an important manpower, and if we don't do anything, Your Highness will think that we are useless!"

"I don't think that what we do will change His Highness's opinion of us...... This is a mistake on top of a mistake! ”

"What do you know......"

……

The voice was high and low, and it was clear that the people inside were arguing.

And the title 'Your Highness' in the other party's mouth caught Dean's attention.

There are definitely not many people who can be called 'Your Highness', and they have a noble status.

Almost instantly, Dean narrowed down, and a guess appeared in his mind: Susanna, the saint of the Ring of Morbius!

Only the other party can be called His Highness, and he will be so cautious, and have the ability to cultivate a silver-level powerhouse.

More importantly, only the other side will be interested in an organization like the Salvation Society.

After all, the Ring of Morbius is a sect and needs more followers.

Although the Ring of Morbius is mostly doing some destructive and bloody things, it is also concerned about being able to develop the cult.

It's just that the reputation of that stinky street makes it difficult for them to find normal congregants to join.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the facelift recruits are joining.

And an organization like the 'Salvation Society', which has no force or financial resources, only manpower and territory, naturally attracts the Ring of Möbius.

The doubts in my mind were quickly resolved.

Dean slowly opened the sword box, drew the [Dragon's Head Sword], and strode towards the corridor.

"Who?"

"Who?"

The undisguised footsteps were discovered at the first time.

Then, when Dean walked into the wide underground hall, he was already surrounded by a crowd of people.

"Zelgaon!"

However, when these people saw Dean's face, they exclaimed in surprise.

"Say hello to Suzanne for me!"

Dean said after glancing at the large Mobius Ring sigil on the wall in the distance.

At the same time, Dean reached out and slammed the door behind him shut.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed underground, but the next moment the cold air poured out, as if it was about to freeze the air, and the sound was silent.

ps first more ~

It's cloudy, and it's raining, but now it's not raining, it's getting hotter and hotter...... (To be continued......) R1292