Rolan personally led 300 Gray Temple elites to the Thunderstorm Mountains on three eagles. After seeing the tragic scene, even the experienced investigators vomited on the spot.
"Burn all the corpses and bury them. Bring the living ones back and lock them up in the secret prison. Leave the interrogation to the intelligence department. Report to me directly. The rest have no right to know," Rolan said with a sullen face as he retracted his gaze from the evil altar.
"Yes!"
Everyone agreed in unison. They immediately showed their professionalism. A big pit was quickly dug, and all the corpses were thrown into the pit. The fire magic casters threw a few fireballs, and the corpses immediately turned into ashes. They were then buried by the sand, and the ground returned to normal very quickly.
"Let's go back." Rolan led the team and left after making sure there were no omissions. Nobody asked anything during the whole process.
Recently, the Gray Temple had taken over some strange cases and captured a bunch of strange people. However, they usually didn't have to do anything after they were dispatched. They only had to clean up the mess like a team of professional cleaners.
However, these cases were kept confidential at the highest level in the Gray Temple. Even the members of the Gray Temple were forbidden from discussing it. If any news were to leak out, it wouldn't be as simple as disciplinary punishment.
"My Lord, these are the confessions of those fellows we caught during the day." Bolton walked into Rolan's office, closed the door, and placed a stack of confessions sealed in kraft paper on the table. He looked at Rolan hesitantly, and said, "What they said …"
"A part of it is true." Rolan picked up the kraft paper bag and opened it. He flipped through the confessions.
Bolton's expression changed slightly. Rolan didn't say much, but there was a lot of information in it.
Those fellows who were caught during the day were all crazy. They believed in a certain evil god, and prayed that one day the evil god would reappear in the world and turn the Norland Continent into a land of calamity. They would then become the evil god's slaves and obtain great power and eternal life.
One or two such people might be able to be treated as coincidental mental disorders, but when such people gathered in a group, and when they firmly believed in their faith, and were even willing to sacrifice themselves for the release of the Evil God, things would become a little scary.
If such an evil god really existed, it would definitely be a great threat to the Norland Continent. Or rather, it would be a disaster once it appeared.
Bolton was not a coward. As the chief officer of the Gray Temple's intelligence department, he knew better than anyone what it meant for Rolan to pay so much attention to a matter and even list it as top secret.
"Go and interrogate all the guys we brought back at night. Not only do you want to know their actions and motives, but also their dreams. The real information might be in their dreams." Rolan picked out a confession and pushed it to Bolton.
Bolton picked up the confession. The main content was a ridiculous dream. A huge, indescribable object was trapped underground by countless chains. There was a cave thousands of meters tall underground and countless dark tunnels. That voice was calling out to him …
He didn't know how valuable this ridiculous dream was, but he already knew what Roland's intentions were. The Evil God behind these crazy people's dreams was the true goal of their investigation.
"Go ahead. We still have a lot of work to do, but we don't have much time left." Roland continued to look down at the confessions and said calmly.
"Yes." Bolton turned and left the office. He didn't know how to explain it to his subordinates who were already nervous after being tortured by those guys, but the following interrogation might be even more torturous.
…
The swaying red wine glass, the intoxicating red wine, and the intoxicating beauty couldn't get Meg drunk in the end.
After placing Irina, who was in his arms, on the bed gently, and removing her jacket, Meg returned to his room smilingly. He locked the door, closed his eyes, and opened the mutton soup experience bag.
"This idiot! I'm so angry! "In the room next door, Irina opened her eyes and clenched her fists angrily.
Mutton soup could be found almost all over the country, but it had its own characteristics due to the different regions.
The mutton soup recipe that the system provided to Meg was said to be a masterpiece that gathered the strengths of various families.
Meg actually quite liked mutton soup, but this seemingly simple mutton soup also tested the chef's skills. The mutton had a strong rank odor, and if it wasn't handled well, the soup would have a rank odor, making people stay away from it.
"The owners of the mutton restaurants that I complained about … Could they be among the cursed chefs?" Meg raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that things had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
He wasn't a mean person, but he had higher standards than the average person. He also couldn't stand the attitude of the so-called internet famous restaurants and old restaurants that didn't cook well with their hearts. He always believed that people shouldn't just say beautiful words. Since he had already spoken, he should speak the truth.
Of course, such words might not sound as pleasant to the ears.
Anyway, he never cared if others thought it was pleasant to the ears, just like how he couldn't control the mouths of those haters, so why couldn't he speak the truth?
"Host, please don't comfort yourself. The dish's completion rate has been set. Please enter the test field for the God of Cookery as soon as possible!" The system's voice sounded.
"Erm … System, can I apologize here? I feel that my words in the past were indeed a little too much. Why don't you start a live broadcast, and I'll apologize to those chefs that I've hurt?" Meg said with a smile.
"Those chefs all expressed that they couldn't forgive you," the system replied.
"Hehe." Meg rolled his eyes. As expected, he secretly raised his middle finger, and said with some disdain, "Isn't it just a perfect mutton soup? You guys are so unambitious that you can't even protect the things left behind by your ancestors. I'll show you what a real mutton soup is! "
Then, Meg kicked open the door of the test field for the God of Cookery.
It was … very happy inside.
…
"This spell formation …" Novan stood beside the altar, looking at the spell formation with his brows tightly knitted. At the same time, he had to eliminate the whispers that kept ringing in his ears.
"Can it be solved?" Crassus asked nervously.
Novan shook his head with a serious expression, and said, "It's very difficult. I don't know much about ancient spell formations. There's too little information left in the world, and the few ruins that are left are also very badly damaged. I'm afraid no one in this world has ever seen a complete ancient spell formation, let alone studied it."
Crassus sighed, and said, "If even you can't do it, then I'm afraid no one else can."
"Nothing is absolute. Perhaps there are people who have studied ancient spell formations. We can gather some spell formation masters to study this seal spell formation and see if we can find a breakthrough." Novan shook his head, and took out a photostone to record a corner of this seal spell formation.
…
"System, where's my sheep?! Where's such a big sheep?! "
The next morning, Meg opened the fridge and roared with his eyes wide open.
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