Gordon's Lower Town seems to be silent and dark, with only a few lights peeking through the cracks in the doors of taverns and inns, and the spring nights are still cold even when the sun is shining brightly during the day.

The moon shines like ink on the land, painting a complex scene of feasting and singing and sighing.

Day after day, night after night, in this era when there was not much entertainment, the nobles liked to hold all kinds of banquets.

The house is located around the upper town, and the common people can see the light behind it through the top of the wall not far away, just as the lower town is forever dark, and the upper town is always bright.

In Uptown, pine trees and whale oil hold a sun that keeps the road shining brightly.

The lights made the night in the upper town disappear for a while, the hooves and wheels of the horses were still crushing the weathered stone bricks, and the horses pulling the carts were so strange that they were not too much to use as war horses, but they were now all pulling horses.

They are as noble as their owners.

Cervantes strolled on the roofs of the houses in the upper town, disappearing every time the gaze of the patrolling guards swept by, and the next moment he appeared on the roof of the next house.

His pace was slow because the matter was not in a hurry.

The upper town is about the same size as the lower town, but the building layout is not as crowded as the lower town.

Breathing in the fresh air, the black dragon stepped on the moonlight and jumped over one rooftop after another, his eyes constantly scanning, as if looking for something.

His search was so crude that he wouldn't have been able to find anything if he had only searched by smell.

The reason why he came here was that 'people from the Plague Church had mixed with the decision-making level of the Moore Merchant Federation'.

In this case, when the goddess of wealth and the nobles of the Moore Commercial Federation had not turned their faces before, there was always a false relationship between them, if the camouflage technology was not good enough, Latinia would have discovered it a long time ago, and it was impossible to wait until now.

Cervantes didn't think he could find a possible Plague Church lurker by looking for it, and now he was here to 'step on' and find another reason to take a look after a while—the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

If you can't do it, you can get in touch with the people of the Radiant Church, and if you haven't found it by then, his disguised identity won't be of much use.

Cervantes didn't feel much in front of him about this glamorous scene.

He is not a jealous messenger of justice, nor a thief who hates the rich, nor is he a countryman who has never seen the world, Wende City is more exciting and lively than here, not to mention the scenes in Serena's memory.

He was always calm when hunting, which had to do with what he had experienced as a child, and if it weren't for his mother, he wouldn't have grown up to be what he is now.

Trying his best to restrain his own aura, even after he killed a few legends, Gordon still has a legend in charge.

This is the essence of a great power, which the Kingdom of Kolo cannot have.

In order not to notice the legend, Cervantes walked lightly on the roof like a wanderer, without making a sound.

The strange smell of burning pine wood and whale oil lingered on the tip of his nose, but suddenly, the black dragon's eyes froze.

A subtle and silky smell rushed straight to his nose, making him frown.

"What smell?" muttered, and Cervantes sniffed lightly, trying to find the source of the smell.

It should be nearby......

At this moment, Cervantes seemed to turn into a shadow, quietly landed, and then shuttled through the shadows between the houses, and the people on the street outside only felt a breeze blowing, and did not pay much attention.

Following the smell, Cervantes eventually came to a large courtyard.

Standing in the corner, he could see the streets of the cars coming and going, the laughter never stopped, and from time to time someone stepped out of the carriage, and from time to time someone walked out with a woman wearing heavy makeup.

All of them were men, and they all looked richly dressed, some of them were handsome, some of them were not good-looking, but they all had in common that they were 'rich'.

This is a 'gold cave'!

The pungent smell of perfume and sweat made Cervantes frown and look unpleasant.

None of these smells could hide the smell he had just smelled, on the contrary, the smell was even stronger.

There seems to be such a smell on the men and women who come in and out......

Sensing this, Cervantes couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

If it's a disease like willow disease, it's impossible for everyone to be able to get it, so it's probably a plague!

Now that he has confirmed that this 'thing' is extremely contagious, it is unknown whether it is extremely lethal, and now these people seem to be in good physical condition, but what the truth is, who knows?

Is it a coincidence that there is no plague in the Moore Merchant Federation, but there is a plague in a 'gold cave' in Gordon, or is it a deliberate act of the people of the Plague Church?

Cervantes didn't know, and he didn't bother to think about it.

At least now that he has the news that the plague has also appeared in the Morr Merchant Federation, he can try to find the source of the plague and see if he can find the plague cultists.

He didn't rush to leave, anyway, these plagues couldn't infect him, he just wanted to know how many people could be infected by these constant sources of plague infection after a night!

A malicious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and the black dragon's slightly diminutive figure was now crouching in the shadows, and no one could detect his presence.

"Marquis of Durr, this is old and strong!"

There was a joking laugh in my ears, and this one was especially loud, as if I was afraid that no one else would hear it.

Cervantes turned his head and glanced a few times, and saw an old man with a woman 'hanging' next to him shaking his head and chuckling: "Old man, it's not as good as you young people!"

Count Clede raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "Lord Marquis, you are joking, who doesn't know that you have been ...... a lot in recent days. Uh-huh!"

Marquis Durr shook his head with a smile, patted the silky woman leaning against him beside him, and turned to his carriage.

Seeing this, the Earl of Clide also nodded, and turned away, not intending to disturb the interest of the marquis.

Marquis Durr had helped him before, although it wasn't a big deal, but he had helped him anyway, hadn't he?

Glancing nostalgically at the gate of the courtyard, and hearing the familiar phrase "come back next time," Count Cliffe sighed, and walked into the carriage with his waist folded.

The wheels turned, and the horses drove the carriage away, and Cervantes was back on the roof, quite far from the street he had just had.

"I didn't expect to be crooked, and I would gain so quickly......"

Looking at the carriage that was heading away, Cervantes couldn't help but laugh.

He smelled something even stronger in the groom, and even if the groom wasn't the mastermind, it must have had something to do with it.

Who else but the people of the Plague Church could be so crazy?

Ordinary grooms would not dare to murder their masters, let alone other nobles—so this must have something to do with the Plague Church!

"Count Clifford......" the black dragon narrowed his eyes.

He felt that he would probably be able to contact the people of the Church of Radiance tomorrow to see if the information they had was the same as his guess.

Finally found a clue, even if this identity was exposed, it would be fine, he didn't want to watch this clue disappear from his eyes...... ()

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