Change the door, this is a kind of rhetoric in the mercenary world.

The general meaning is similar to changing jobs.

According to the words of these people before, as well as the memories read by the old lich, Sean knew that Myne had completely co-opted these forces that had been deceived by him, and it was obvious that Myne had made a completely different move at this time from the game: he wanted to completely dominate the slave catcher forces in the deep belly of the entire Savage Lands. It's just that unlike ordinary people who want to dominate, Maine is extremely bold to borrow this dungeon as bait and wipe out all the slave traps of all other forces.

And after losing a large number of masters and strong men, the remaining people had to obey Maine's orders.

After all, for these people who are struggling at the bottom, which boss is not with? As long as they have meat to eat, soup to drink, and money to spend, they don't care who their allegiance is, this is a group of complete bandits and robbers.

But it is precisely because of Maine's methods that it provides Sean with an excellent opportunity at this time.

It's a way to disguise yourself as a survivor of one of these slave traps, and then infiltrate Main's base. In this way, Sean will also have the opportunity to get close to Maine, as for whether to fight with Maine in the end, or find a way to steal the Pearl of the Deep, it is naturally up to Sean to decide.

Anyway, as long as you succeed in blending in, then it is equivalent to Sean grasping the initiative.

But before that, Sean certainly needs to get a disguised identity.

And there is a small trouble to solve.

The Hidden Watcher.

The gesture Sean made might just be a meaningless gesture to the surface people. It may even be thought that it is just Sean's hands that are sore, so he just waved it a few times. However, for the two people from the underworld, Rottikabas and Harding, the meaning of this gesture is very obvious.

There is a tail, aftercare.

Rottikabas and Harding glanced at each other. There were only nineteen enemies in front of them, but after the old lich clearly said that there were twenty people, he instantly understood what Sean meant. Of course, at this moment, a rather subtle feeling also emerged in the hearts of the two.

It is undeniable that since following Sean for a while, the two of them from the underworld have indeed discovered many differences between Sean and ordinary surface people. In this world, there will indeed be many surface people who are willing to interact with underground people. But that's all based on the premise of certain interests and mutual use, but Sean doesn't mean that at all about their appearance.

Even the precautions have never been taken.

This time since the fighting. It even made them all have the idea of being comrades-in-arms.

For the people of the underworld, the weight of the word comrade-in-arms is far heavier than the so-called comrades-in-arms, robes, and companions in the surface world. Because in the underworld, there has never been such a thing as peace. War is the eternal theme. Even the hostile scenes of father and son, which are unimaginable to the people on the surface, are extremely common in the underground world, so for the people of the underground world, only those companions who are born and die together are trustworthy.

And Sean, the gesture he made just now was, for them, a gesture that only his companion would make.

He. Trust them.

Harding's pupils flushed slightly, and he glanced at Rottikabas. Lips open and closed: I'll come.

Rottikabas nodded and didn't say anything, but at this time, his hand holding the gun was extremely steady, without even a trace of trembling, and his breath was even weaker than before. Even Harding, if he hadn't been face-to-face at this time, would have completely felt the breath of Rhoticabas. With Harding's knowledge of Rottikabas, this is the attitude that Rottikabas has become extremely serious.

Here, after Sean made that gesture, he and the group of people who were supposed to have had it but later changed careers for some reason had left the Central Hall. At the same time, he didn't forget to close the iron door of the central hall with his hand, which naturally caused another burst of laughter from the others, but only Sean and Rottikabas and others knew what the significance of Sean closing the door at this time was.

And almost at the moment when the iron door of the central hall closed, Harding had already flashed out like a ghost, heading straight for a shadowy corner.

There is only one place in the entire central hall that can hide the sight of Harding and the others who have been hidden in the central hall in advance, and then continue to play a monitoring role unknowingly.

Harding rushed straight at this time, and he was ready to bully the other party by surprise.

In fact, this person was indeed as Harding had predicted, and he had no time to dodge at all. Not to mention that his strength is not as good as Harding and others, even if he can compete with Harding and others, it is impossible for him not to be caught if he has a heart or no intention and Harding is going all out at this time.

"Don't kill him!" Cecilia spoke almost as soon as Harding moved.

This urgent cry made Harding's offensive that he was planning to cut off the opponent's head with one palm also changed, and instead struck the opponent's neck, but because it was a hasty retraction, it still inevitably caused a lot of injuries to the opponent, but it would not kill him with one blow. Of course, if you don't get timely treatment, judging from the injury on your neck, I am afraid you will not live long.

However, for Cecilia and others, this is not a problem.

With Heatley here, as long as he doesn't get killed by a single hit, he will definitely not die.

Just looking at Cecilia's move to ask Heatley to help save people, Harding and Rottikabas were a little puzzled.

"He can't die." Cecilia looked at the middle-aged man who had been seriously injured by Harding, but had been revived by Heatley, and was looking at them calmly at this time, and then said in a deep voice, "He is a watchman, if he dies, then all those who were watched by him just now will die." ”

"I can't see it, this young lady is quite informed." The middle-aged man looked at Cecilia and the others with a mocking expression, "It seems that the young man who suddenly appeared just now is really not our person." But do you think they won't die if you imprison me? ”

"Of course not." Cecilia looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes, and the look was almost like looking at a dead man, which made the middle-aged man feel a palpitation inexplicably. "So we'll let you go."

"Haha, you want to buy me? Sue you, I ......"

"Buy? No, we don't. Cecilia interrupted the middle-aged man without hesitation, and then he stopped looking at the middle-aged man, but turned his head to look at the old lich, "Your Excellency. I know that necromancy not only has the magic of reading other people's memories, but also the magic of modifying memories, right? ”

Hear Cecilia's words. The middle-aged man's expression was unusually frightened, and he finally knew what these people were planning to do when they caught him: "You guys...... You are a flagrant violation of the Continental Treaty! …… Are you just watching like that? If anyone else knows, you're going to die. ”

"I'm an underworldr, let the rest of you surface people know. Aren't you going to besiege me, too? Harding said coldly. So what a continental treaty, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Seeing that the middle-aged man turned his head to look at him, Rhoticabas showed an elegant smile, and then said, "I'm sorry, I'm also an underground person. ”

The middle-aged man's face showed a look of despair, and then he turned his head to look at Sheena and Lancet: "You too?" ”

"I'm not." Lancet shook his head, an act that made the middle-aged man's face glow with joy, but it quickly turned desperate again. "But I'm from the merfolk of the deep. You almost caught me and sold me before, the so-called treaty about your humanity. I don't know and don't want to know. ”

Sheena's answer was even more straightforward: "Now I probably can't be considered a pure-bred human anymore." Not...... So the human treaty probably has nothing to do with me. ”

Hearing these people's words, the old lich let out a strange laugh: "Despair is growing, oh, what a wonderful taste! However, little one, you should know that this kind of memory-modifying magic is very risky, and if it fails, he will become an idiot. ”

"Of course, it's very risky for a normal necromancer to do this, but if even you fail, then I'll think it's a joke." Cecilia smiled sweetly, "You are the Venerable Lich. ”

"You're crazy!" When he heard the term lich, the middle-aged man finally jumped up in horror, but was quickly pressed back by Harding, "You are the priest of the Church of Life!" Not only are they blatantly violating the Continental Treaty, but they're also with a lich, you ...... You ......"

Heatley's expression at this time was also quite dazed, even with a little struggle.

The goddess of life that the Church of Life believes in is not a radical goddess, unlike the god of dawn and the god of justice and other paranoids, if I have to say, it is more like a neutral tendency. This is the same as the natural camp of the lich, and it is precisely because of this that Heatley naturally does not particularly care about the cooperation between Sean and the others and the old lich, as long as this lich does not set off a war of the undead, then the Church of Life will not care.

However, tampering with memories is explicitly forbidden in the Miracle Continent.

This treaty was not just for humans, but for all intelligent races, and was signed by all races, nations, and churches. Because memory belongs to the soul area, any act of tampering with memory and magic will be classified as extremely evil, and once it is discovered and reported, it will be hunted down by the entire continent.

And Heatley, as the chief saint of the Church of Life, if she commits such a law-breaking thing, it will naturally be extremely unfavorable to her. It is very likely that she will plant guilt in her heart because of this, which will hinder her future acquisition of divine power, and may even lose her divine power because of this.

Cecilia suddenly reached out and patted Heatley's shoulder, and then said softly: "This is for Sean, you once signed a contract with Sean on behalf of the Church of Life, and there is a clause in it that in the case of knowing that Sean is in danger, Sean's safety must be the first priority." …… If he were allowed to go back alive, Sean would probably die, and I, I, would never allow anything that might threaten Sean to happen. ”

Hearing Cecilia's words, the confusion on Citelli's face faded a little, but there was still a hint of struggle on her face.

"The Goddess of Life has not issued any prohibition on this, and as long as you remain devout to the Goddess, then it will not affect you in any way." Cecilia saw that the fire seemed to be almost burning, so she added, "This is what Sean said, even if you don't believe me, you have to believe him, right?" When it comes to contact with the gods, you should know that he's much better than I am. ”

Heatley thought for a moment, then took a deep breath before nodding, "I see." ”

Hearing Heatley's words, the middle-aged man was in complete despair at this time.

The old lich let out an even louder laugh, he glanced at Cecilia, and said, "I like you a lot, and you do things in a way that looks like mine, how about it?" Would you like to consider learning necromancy with me? I'm very optimistic about you. ”

"If I'm interested in the future, I'll definitely ask you for advice." Cecilia's answer, naturally, was impeccable.

"By the way, there's one more thing." The old lich stretched out a skull finger and suddenly spoke, "The process of modifying memories is a very painful act for the modifier himself, and he may die because he can't bear this pain." ”

"Don't worry." Cecilia let out a sneer, and then suddenly took out a piece and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and killing himself, "As long as you don't make him an idiot, then he will definitely not die." (To be continued......)

PS: I'm shocked that someone knows where Lake is from.