It's another night when the lights are on, the evening breeze is blowing through the streets, the sun has set, the street lights along the main road are gradually turning on, and the workers who have gone out to work have already returned home, or enjoy the warm dinner between families, or lie in bed alone and toss and turn.

The bustling city turned into a different kind of bustle, and there was a lot of noise and cheers in the tavern that was somewhat deserted during the day, and adventurers and mercenaries who had drunk too much and started fighting were thrown out of the tavern by the boss or thugs, and there was a burst of laughter in the tavern.

The black dragon yawned and leaned against the wall, the shadow in the corner of the wall just obscuring his figure, and several cloaked figures hurried past him, but did not notice his presence in the slightest.

After a few glances to the side, he staggered and followed.

The man who took the lead suddenly stopped, and the people behind him also stopped, at this time, a light came into view, two policemen in black uniforms passed by the entrance of the alley, and they also looked into the alley with the lamp, which made these people suddenly break out in a cold sweat.

However, the moon was obscured by clouds, and by the light of the oil lamps, the two policemen did not find the gray-clothed men hiding in the alley.

After the two policemen left, a few gray-clad people who clinged to the wall breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the sanitary environment in Wende City was good, at least there were no strange smells and strange things in the alleys.

One person went out to look at it a few times before he hooked his hand at the others, signaling them to follow.

No sooner had the last man stepped out of the alley than a pair of hands grabbed him by the neck and covered his mouth from behind him, dragging him into the alley.

Three seconds later, a man in gray stepped out of the alley and quickly followed the nervous procession.

After the group of gray men left, the two policemen circled back and looked at the alley with expressionless faces, and a man was lying inside, but only fainted, and was not killed.

The two of them walked over and set the man up, and the next thing they did was to take the man to the police station, but they were obviously not very happy with the job.

With His Excellency the Grand Duke and several knights in charge, tonight's action to eliminate the cultists must be nine out of ten, and they still have to do such trivial work, although their strength is indeed not strong enough, but it is good to be able to go to participate in this encirclement and suppression!

'Seth, how's it going?'

The voice of the maid sounded in his head, and Cervantes hunched over and replied, 'It's still circling, but it should be almost there.' ’

His perception was sharp enough to detect the sight around him, but not the people he followed.

The process was very boring, so boring that he even wanted to yawn, the person who led the team really couldn't take a detour, and he still didn't get rid of the stalker after going around for so long, but he was so dizzy that he didn't even know if the stalker was still there.

'Not the direction to the sewers, we guessed wrong. ’

Since it's not a sewer, don't make too much noise, it's not another place, and we have to pay for the repair if it is broken, or ...... Dig out of your wallet!'

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Cervanteston was scared into a cold sweat, it was so terrible that he couldn't imagine that kind of picture.

In order to build a rich, civilized and harmonious new Wende City, it is necessary to eliminate the cultists in the city, they are like a time bomb, they don't know when they will explode, and they don't know if they will explode, but they are a dangerous item after all, and they must be removed as soon as possible.

Just like Cervantes, he is a lone dragon on his side, and the others are led by at least one knight.

Because the time for development is too short, there are too many hidden dangers in Wende City, and at present, the Tragic Wind Leader is preparing for the founding of the country, if you don't want to make something happen at the founding ceremony, you must solve these cultists at this time.

The cultists worship evil gods or demons that feed on human fear, and they don't mind doing anything about the founding of the Duchy of Sorrow to gain more fear.

All things considered, in short, the cultists must be killed, and their very existence is an insult to humanity!

Cervantes was thinking about it when the man in charge stopped, but fortunately he also stood in time.

The man stood in front of a wooden door, stepped forward and knocked.

"Who is it?"

The door was opened a crack, and a low, hoarse voice came from behind it.

"The silver-white serpent walked around the sky. The man whispered.

“...... The Dusk Fool has nowhere to hide, come in. ”

The wooden door was opened, and in the dim light, the mermaid in gray entered, and Cervantes followed.

'Sela, do you hear that?' The shadow of the hood hung over the black dragon's face, and no one noticed the strange look on his face.

‘...... I'm going to put the intelligence department in order, definitely!'

Cervantes seemed to see the gnashing of teeth on the maid's face behind the words.

After the code, they were let in without any suspicion, and they were only allowed to let one person in the code, although many cults are grass platform groups, but in any case, this is too simple.

However, even so, the people in the intelligence department have not yet eliminated this cult stronghold, if it is not for their mental retardation, then it is probably because they have slackened.

And hearing those two codes, Cervantes almost figured out what kind of cult it was.

It's nothing more than a certain 'prophet' - most likely still a god stick - who 'predicted' the coming of the end of the world, and there is a big dog called 'Dusk' that will destroy the world, so he must believe in a god called 'Silver and White Serpent' to be able to avoid disasters or save the world or something, and he feels that he has guessed a ** by now.

'I haven't usually connected with your heart, so why don't I know that your inner activity is so active?'

Facing the maid's question, the black dragon shook his head slightly: "You ask me, how do I know?"

Although there were people behind him, Cervantes's action now looked like he was just looking left and right, a little curious, I believe that the blind old man behind him should not care.

He was now in a tunnel, with one person in front and one carrying an oil lamp, and he continued to descend the stairs, and Cervantes also saw the stone bricks on both sides of the tunnel.

'How many years do you think this place is old?' the black dragon asked in his mind.

'It's been at least three years!' even the maid sighed a little, 'they've been here during the Duke's lifetime, and they're really daring!'

The sound of chanting was heard in his ears, and Cervantes knew that he was not far from his destination.

This is the underground of the old city, and the black dragon estimates that it is about ...... above ground Forget it, he doesn't know how to count!

He had been walking for about four minutes, and the bright lights were already in front of him.

After walking a few steps, Cervantes came to a cave about the size of a church, and the cave was already surrounded by oil lamps, which made him raise an eyebrow.

'It's rich!'

The maid on the other side also said, "There are nobles supporting them, or maybe this is just a stronghold, not a headquarters. But I've already informed the priests, and I'll be there for you in about twenty minutes, so if you want to raid them, get rid of them as soon as possible!"

'No!' The people's property has nothing to do with me, but I suddenly got a little angry......

Cervantes glanced at the cultists who were kneeling on the ground, "The entire Sadwind Territory is mine, why don't you ask for it?"

He suddenly lifted his cloak and sneered twice: "A group of thieves and robbers, want to rob my 'property'?

The black dragon rubbed his wrist, and the fat man standing on the 'pulpit' also woke up and screamed, "Stop him...... Kill him! He's a lackey of the Dusk Fool - we've all been deceived before, he's not the messenger of the Silver Serpent, he's the lackey of the Dusk Fool, he's disguised to destroy this place, to destroy our Storm of Sorrow! We can't survive without the kingdom, he's a demon, he's a lackey, kill him!"

Feeling the hostile gaze around him, Cervantes was stunned for a moment, and then laughed indifferently in a low voice: "What a fool!"

It's just some ordinary people, how can they stop him?

Three seconds later, Cervantes crushed the fat man's throat and wiped the grease on his hands with the clothes of a cultist beside him, and those ordinary people who were shocked by the dragon's might froze in place.

Looking at this, Cervantes shook his head, "It's boring!"

It can be expected that these 'ordinary cultists' will be taken to the scene of education by the priests, although I don't know how deeply they have been brainwashed, but looking at the way they are now too frightened by the dragon to rush up and fight with him, they may not believe it themselves.

It seems that only the fat man himself is really stupid......

What is certain is that this dead fat man is a god stick, because he has no special abilities, and he is covered in fat and has no spell casting ability......

Cervantes touched the scar that had just appeared on his face, a little surprised, "Legendary Wanderer?"

(End of chapter)