Mislead!

The word popped out of his head at once, and Cervantes suddenly opened up.

No matter what I did before, I didn't leave any clues and evidence, but in this kind of place, I left a flaw? No, that's not a flaw, it's just misleading!

'It was just an ordinary businessman, but he had obsessive-compulsive disorder and lived an extremely regular life, and this morning he found out that he might have contracted a cold, and was going to go to the hospital when the snow stopped, but he couldn't wait for the snow to stop, and he died......

This is the news that the goddess of fortune has asked the maid to help relay it, and whenever something happens, Cervantes and the maid will keep in touch almost all day long, so even here, he can learn about it.

So, is Ziegler responsible for this?

Everything is back to square one, maybe the mastermind behind the scenes doesn't know that Latinia is a god, but they will 'deign' to help them in this kind of thing, so the previous misdirection can hide from ordinary priests, but not from Latinia.

He probably blamed Ziegler, because the red dragon knew that Latinia would help.

However, it is also possible that Ziegler is another misleading attempt to divert their attention and put the suspicion on someone else, so as to clear their own suspicion.

It's just that this kind of feeling is really good......

After experiencing disappointment, Cervantes realized that the mastermind behind the scenes was still alive!

He's dead! Cervantes couldn't hold back his smile on his face, and a hideous and terrifying smile appeared on the dragon's face again.

'It's great that the man behind the scenes isn't dead!'

At this moment, Cervantes was so excited that his body was trembling, and it seemed that every cell in his body was releasing a thick darkness-like malice into the surroundings.

"Hehe......" The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of his throat, and Cervantes raised his hand to cover his face, chuckling like a psychopath.

Since someone has done something here, trying to blind their perception, then, surely he will leave some traces!

'Sela, let a few mages sneak over, even if you use [Stealth Technique], it doesn't matter, as long as you don't be noticed by others!"

After adjusting his emotions and confirming that his malice could not infect the maid, Cervantes touched the 'thread of the heart'.

'Seth, you seem to be in a good mood...... Did you find any clues?' asked the maid suspiciously.

'Yes...... Cervantes' eyes narrowed, and he suppressed the corners of his mouth a little and couldn't help but rise, "you send a few mages over, and when you get my signal, turn off the blockade of the mystery, and when the time comes—that guy will be dead!"

It is impossible for the mastermind behind the scenes to escape from Wende City, regardless of whether the plague carrier was set up with trigger conditions or the plague in his body was detonated by the mastermind behind the scenes, and before that, the 'clues' that Ziegler said were disposed of, and if the mastermind behind the scenes was not Ziegler, he would still remain in Wende City.

Although the Lost Lock of Wende City has not yet been opened, as long as someone uses a teleportation spell in the city, it will definitely be detected.

The 'Spell Fluctuation Monitor' had been activated since the day the Locks were activated, so Cervantes could be sure that the man behind it had not left Windcity.

If Ziegler was really behind the scenes, then didn't he leave the city either?

Judging from the current trend, the suspicion of the red dragon has become much smaller, and the real mastermind behind it may be someone else, but with a bad feeling for Ziegler, Cervantes still puts Ziegler in the position of 'suspect' in his heart.

Cervantes waited not long, he sat on the bed and closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the air behind the open door twisted, and several hooded mages appeared in front of him.

"Investigate around here and tell me if you find any traces of spells!" said the black dragon in a cold voice.

The mages hesitated for a moment, for they had never seen Cervantes look like this, and their lord had rarely given them orders.

The mages dispersed and walked towards every corner of the inn, although they were also a little afraid, after all, there had been a plague here, and although it had been disinfected, no one knew if there was any plague left.

But in the face of power and the black dragon's undoubted orders, they still chose to carry it out.

Cervantes continued to wait, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and it was clear that he had won the battle.

It didn't take long for hurried footsteps to come from the stairs, "Lord Lord!"

A mage ran up from downstairs and reported, "I found some traces in the hall downstairs!"

"My lord, I've found some traces in the room directly above this room upstairs!" and just then, another report reached Cervantes.

At this moment, Cervantes' eyes were filled with smiles.

If he had been deceived by those illusions before, he would never have let people come to investigate the possible traces of spell casting here.

"Who is it?" Cervantes muttered to himself, "knowing me so well, and Ziegler's ...... Knowing Ziegler, and knowing Ziegler's way of doing things, after being found 'here', he will use illusions to cut off all doubts and speculations here......! Oh, who is it?"

The mages stood aside, listening to Cervantes' whispered to themselves, and goosebumps arose.

A creepy feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, as if my heart was shrouded in indescribable darkness, as if someone was whispering in an unknown language the 'verses' that they could not understand, but which would be feared by it.

"You guys go back first......

Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, elbows on knees, Cervantes crossed his fingers to support his chin, and looked at several mages with a smile, "What about me, there are still some things to do......"

Several mages hurriedly saluted, and then left the inn in a hurry—as they came, as they were, without being seen.

They had never known that the lord, who always had a bright smile on his face, would display such a terrifying posture and expression.

As long as you see those dark golden eyes, you will feel that you are being eroded by darkness!

"Okay, then, it's time to get that guy out. ”

Cervantes stretched and got up from the bed, the smile on his face slowly brightening.

Pleasure was about to pop out of his throat, and using his extraordinary stealth technique, he left the hotel and walked towards the hospital.

'Sela, let's go!'

The maid who was far away in the hospital sighed, although she didn't know what the hell Cervantes was going to do, but since he had already said so......

"Doctor, I want to go to the toilet......" said a sick bed with a weakened infected man whose face was already covered in pus.

There is no such thing as a urinary catheter in Assatom World, so if the patient wants to excrete, he or she needs to be accompanied to the toilet by a nurse.

Upon hearing the infected's request, the nurse in the protective suit untied his belt and took him outside the toilet.

The infected took a deep breath, walked into the toilet with weak steps, and closed the door.

Soon after, the sound of excretion came from behind the door, which also made the nurses guarding the door secretly relieved, after all, they did not allow the patient to scratch the pus on the body, which would cause a second infection.

The nurse stood outside the door and waited for a while, but found that the sound of excretion had not stopped, and when he knocked on the door, there was no movement behind the door.

When the caregiver immediately twists the door lock, after opening the door, behind the door, there is no one!

A stream of water flows out of a water balloon suspended in the air and into the toilet.

He looked at ...... dumbfounded

"Hey, man, where do you want to go?" suddenly heard a chuckle in the ears of the infected, or 'the man behind the scenes'.