Amber City, Garrison Force.
A Heavy Warrior in full armor hurriedly walked into the room and said to the two people who were arguing, "Not good."
"Sir Callas!"
"More than ten people went missing last night. It seems like it was done by the Fallen!"
The argument in the room stopped abruptly.
Sir Callas, who represented the noble forces, was a man in his forties with a thick beard. He had participated in the war in the north. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and said angrily, "What?"
"More people went missing?"
"You bunch of trash! It's been five days, and you still haven't found the nest of those rats! "
"What does the council pay you for?"
Opposite him was a knight with a solemn face. After hearing these words, he immediately stopped him and said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to talk about this!"
"The Noble Council must delegate its authority!"
"The seriousness of this matter has exceeded the scope of the secular world. It must be handed over to the church in the city to deal with!"
"I'll contact the Hand of Justice now and ask them to send out paladins to conduct a large-scale investigation."
Are we really going to send out the paladins?
Sir Callas' face showed a hint of hesitation. Paladins were stubborn people who could not tolerate sand in their eyes. Once they were sent out, it would mean a large-scale "Detect Evil" incident would happen. Not many nobles in Amber City were clean. Many gray areas were controlled by the nobles. Once the paladins were sent out, it would mean that Amber City would be cleansed!
Not only would the evil Fallen be found, but the paladins would also be found.
Many of the gray areas controlled by the nobles in the city would also be cleansed by the paladins.
By then, the strength of the nobles would be greatly reduced. At the same time, the influence of the church in the city would be greatly increased. Most of the time, unless there was no other way, the nobles would try their best to suppress the church's influence. Pantheon and fanatics were two extremes. If the paladins were sent out, the gray areas of Amber City would be swept clean. At that time, he would offend many nobles.
Smuggling, prostitution, slavery, black market!
Which one of the gangs that controlled these gray interests wasn't supported by an aristocrat?
"No!"
Sir Callas gritted his teeth and retorted, "The 9th Division has been transferred back."
"We still have plenty of energy."
"I'll go look for His Excellency the City Lord now and fight for the highest level of search authority. I'll definitely find those hateful rats today!"
The highest level of search authority.
This meant that they could also enter the homes of the nobles to search. After not finding any clues for so long, he was already suspecting that one of the nobles had fallen into the Dark Realm.
"Alright then."
The solemn Temple Knight nodded and said in a serious voice, "Go and apply now."
"If you don't get it before dark."
"Then I will work with the Church in the city to deal with it. With so many people disappearing, I suspect that they are preparing for some evil sacrificial ceremony!"
…
Outside Amber City.
It had been three hours since Søren left. The caravan left as soon as they said they would, without any delay.
He rode behind the caravan on a traveling horse, and Vivian sat in front of him. The little girl was almost weightless, and the traveling horse could easily bear the weight of the two of them. In the beginning, there were large tracts of farmland outside Amber City. There were dozens of villages and towns around Amber City, and all the resources needed by the city were transported from here. Donkey carts, ox carts, and bucket carts could be seen on the road. Farmers and small merchants were sending the goods they needed the next day to the city in advance.
However, as they got further away from Amber City, the number of farmlands began to thin out, and large patches of wild forests began to appear in their sights.
Occasionally, there were also small villages with few people.
The further away they were from the city, the more danger they would encounter. These small villages relied on their own militia to protect them, and very few guards from Amber City would come to clean up the nearby monsters.
Unless they took the initiative to ask for help or persuaded their lord to help them.
When they first left Amber City, the road was more than ten meters wide, but now it had shrunk to five or six meters.
The road had also become bumpy. Because it had rained some time ago, the road was very muddy. Sometimes, when large carts were passing through, they needed people to push them over.
The caravan guards were already in full operation.
Some of the guards were scattered around on horseback, some began to check the situation of the road ahead, and some began to investigate the nearby environment.
After they were thirty kilometers away from Amber City, they were considered to have entered the range of wild creatures.
Søren was very quiet along the way.
Vivian was also very obedient today. She did not make any noise along the way, and only curiously looked around with her big eyes. If there was anything she did not understand, she would ask Søren.
The caravan did not pay much attention to this follower of theirs. The merchants were all busy with their own matters.
The mysterious owner of the caravan did not show up either. The people in charge of the caravan were her three stewards. This was a large-scale caravan.
Just the guards alone numbered more than thirty.
If the workers, servants, and slaves were included, there were more than a hundred people in the caravan.
This was a relatively common formation in the North. The ordinary merchants who were affiliated with the owner of the caravan had to organize their own carriages, manpower, and goods. They would then seek protection from the owner of the caravan during the journey, and after completing the journey, they would have to give one-third of their profits to the owner of the caravan.
— The mysterious descendant of the Northern Witches!
The sound of horses galloping could be heard.
The leader of the caravan's guards rode his horse to Søren's side. The view of the surroundings was much worse than before. The dense grass and trees hindered their vision, and there were barely any people around.
"A wanderer?"
The leader of the guards looked at Søren and said in a deep voice, "There's a situation up ahead."
"Come with me and take a look."
Vivian nervously reached out and grabbed Søren's sleeve, but he comforted her by patting her shoulder and said, "I have to take care of my sister."
"Look."
"She's still young. She can't ride a horse by herself."
As soon as Soran finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage in the middle of the caravan was suddenly lifted, and a beautiful woman with a veil poked her head out. She glanced at Vivian, who was not far away, and a smile appeared on her face. She said gently, "This little girl can come to me."
"It's very comfortable and safe inside the carriage."
Søren hesitated for a moment, then looked down at Vivian.
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay. I like that big sister. "
"She's not a bad person."
Vivian's Wisdom was as high as 18 points, which meant that her intuition was very good.
Søren thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's good."
"You go to the carriage first, I'll go with them and take a look."
Wanderer.
This was the official title of a Thief. They were the golden fingers of a profession, and they were involved in almost all fields.
In the wilderness, a Wanderer's detection ability was second only to a Ranger's' Wilderness Survival 'talent.
The two quickly spurred their horses and rushed to the place where the situation was.
The caravan's speed slowed down a little, and they only sped up after the guards confirmed that it was safe.
"Leader!"
"You're finally here."
Søren turned around a mountain road, and the forest in front became more luxuriant. Not far away, there were three caravan guards, all of whom were experienced and steady close-combat professions.
One of the guards, who had obvious northern characteristics, squatted down, pointed at the footprints on the ground, and said to the two of them, "Look!"
"These are the footprints of goblins."
"Judging from the number, there are dozens of them, and there may be a natural Warlock among them!"
"These annoying things can't be killed no matter what."
"It's solved this year."
"Next year, they'll give birth to a big nest again!"
Goblins' growth cycle was very short, and their survival ability was very tenacious. They could survive even if they ate grass.
They were like weeds in the wild, after a batch was cleared, another batch would immediately emerge.
"It's really goblins."
Søren glanced at the footprints left behind near the road. Some of them had been washed away by the rain, but he could still calculate the approximate number.
However.
The goblins wouldn't dare to attack the caravan.
According to Søren's understanding of the goblins, these cowardly creatures would only dare to attack when their numbers were five to ten times more than the enemy's.
Any five-man adventurer team would be able to deal with them.
As if he saw the doubt on Søren's face, another caravan guard pushed aside the grass beside him and said in a low voice, "That's not the key."
"Look here."
It was an area that was obviously different. The soil was very fresh, as if it had been dug up. The area was about five feet wide.
There were bloodstains within five meters of it. Even if it had been washed away by the rain, it could still be seen.
"Clearly, these goblins encountered something."
The leader of the caravan guards grabbed a handful of soil and sniffed it, then said in a low voice, "This thing is not small, and it's very dangerous!"
"The goblins can't hurt it at all!"
Søren's expression also became serious. He pushed the others aside and walked over. He pulled out his curved sword and stirred the soft soil, then frowned and said, "Burrowers?!"
"If it's really these things, then we're in trouble."
"They live in groups!"
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