"You also know who the elders in the village will target when the sacrificial ceremony is held again! The clan behind them controls the most land in Yachiyo Village. The wells we dug aren't enough for those Water-swallowing Behemoths. "
"Okay, I'll think about it for a day."
After Big Shuan left, Fillet Steak didn't care about his image. He lay down on the floor and looked at the pillars supporting the house.
A few days ago, when Big Shuan asked him to appear in front of everyone as a witch, he was still a little confused. Now that he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he was afraid that they really thought he was this generation's witch. It was only because the Yachiyo Family didn't announce the next generation's god.
"Haha."
Fillet Steak's delicate face showed a hint of bitterness. He could use a full set of Falling Cherry Slash and control the spiritual sword Sakura Blowing Snow. If he were someone else, he would also think that Fillet Steak was this generation's witch.
People like Big Shuan couldn't ignore the gods. He and the other members of the patrol team probably thought that they saw through his "true identity," which was why they kept supporting him.
Because in their eyes, his words were the oracle, the representative of the gods in the village. Digging wells, keeping watch at night, and even commanding the team. Wasn't all this because he, as a "witch," could communicate with the gods?
Some things wouldn't be good if they were exposed.
At night.
Fillet Steak told Sakura his plan.
Yachiyo Sakura was restless when she heard her brother's plan. Her big eyes were full of worry. "Brother, will this work? I'm not a witch yet, and I don't know how to communicate with the Fox God. "
"Try to communicate with him first. After two days, I'll change into a witch costume and pray to the Fox God. If there are no accidents, we'll follow my previous plan."
"But … but if the Fox God punishes Big Brother, then …"
"It's better than letting those old bastards sacrifice Ling!"
Sakura, who was kneeling in front of Fillet Steak, lowered her head and bit her lower lip. Soon, a smear of blood appeared on it.
She clenched her fists on her thighs and her shoulders shook slightly.
"It's all because I'm useless. If I became a witch sooner, I could communicate with the Fox God …"
Fillet Steak hugged Sakura. "It's all those old bastards' fault. It has nothing to do with Sakura."
"Brother."
"Hmm?"
"Let's, let's go beg Father. He definitely won't let Ling become a sacrifice!"
The filet mignon was silent.
"Do you think it's possible?"
“.....”
The next day.
Yagyū Sakura stopped her training and changed into a substitute witch costume. She quietly prayed in the temple, hoping to communicate with the Fox God.
Fillet Steak explained the situation of the patrol team to his father. Because the recent appearance of low-level monsters, except for the three unlucky ones who died in the patrol team at the beginning, everyone had trained to have a tacit understanding. They could kill low-level monsters like the Wolf Demon without any injuries.
Because of this, the Eighth Layer God Master agreed to let the Filet Mignon move together with the patrol team.
That afternoon, Filet Mignon and Da Shuan patrolled together.
On the morning of the third day, another patrol team found a low-level monster and worked together with the Fillet Steak team to kill it. Because of the division of labor, Fillet Steak didn't even have the chance to test [Flowing Strike].
"There are more and more of these damned things. Could it be that a Great Yao died somewhere and was eaten by those wild beasts and cultivated into a Lesser Yao?"
"Who knows? You should ask the Great Fox God about this."
"These low-level monsters are too weak. Some large wild beasts are comparable to them. They're much stronger than the Corpse Demons. Tsk, tsk. "
Only Da Shuan looked solemn. He came to the Filet Mignon and whispered, "This is the third Wolf Demon we've killed. Other than the Wolf Demon, there's only a Wild Boar Demon. Furthermore, this wolf demon looks very familiar to me. "
The Filet Mignon's heart skipped a beat. "Tell me about it."
"Lord Ji, you should have an impression of it. When we first killed a Demon, a young man named 'Zuo' died in the patrol team. Before he died, he used a knife to blind the left eye of a wild wolf. Look at this Wolf Demon."
The Filet Mignon glanced at it. As expected, there was a diagonal cut on the left eye of the dead Wolf Demon. It looked like it was made by a human sword.
"That's all?"
"Didn't Lord Ji notice? Except for the first time, when the Wolf Demon brought a large group of wild wolves with him, the other Wolf Demons acted alone. "
The Filet Mignon muttered in his heart. He had only encountered it twice. One time, he brought it with him, and the other time, he didn't bring it with him. What could he say?
"So you suspect that these low-level monsters are manufactured in batches by humans?"
Da Shuan took a breath. "It's not necessarily man-made, but it's very likely that they're manufactured in batches."
The Filet Mignon squinted his eyes. Now the low-level monsters were raging around the village. The patrol team sometimes accidentally let the monsters escape. The low-level monsters they encountered, except for a wild boar, there were only wild wolves left.
Why was the village in a panic? Wasn't it because of these low-level monsters? The villagers thought that digging the well had angered the gods. This was the punishment of the gods, so they didn't dare to drink the well water.
Without a supply of fresh water, they could only ask for sacrifices from the shrine. And those big clans, for the sake of their fields and their own interests, sacrificed an unrelated little girl. They were all happy. No one wanted to have nothing to do with fresh water.
The only thing that was sacrificed was …
And the old woman … In order to cover up her mistakes, she added fuel to the fire.
If these low-level monsters were really manufactured in batches, there must be a "source". If they could eliminate the source …
"Come to the shrine tonight. We'll discuss it."
Da Shuan's eyes flashed. "Yes."
It was night again. In a side hall of the shrine.
The candlelight was dim. Two figures were reflected on the wall, dark and distorted.
"The strongest elites in the team? But if we fail … Even the Eighth Tier Divine Master might not agree. "
"If more than three monsters gather, we'll return immediately. We won't take the risk. We don't have to worry about Father. "
Da Shuan couldn't make up his mind. "The captain is loyal to the Divine Master. If we want to make a move, the Divine Master will know."
"Do you listen to him or me?" The younger voice sounded again, but it had an inexplicable power. "I'll take care of the captain."
Da Shuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'm relieved. When do we make a move?"
"The earliest is tomorrow afternoon. The latest is the day after tomorrow."
"Alright!"
Da Shuan stood up and bowed to the Filet Mignon. "In that case, I won't disturb Lord Ji."
"Wait!"
"Is there anything else, Lord Ji?"
"Have you caught the ones who filled the well a few days ago?"
"Yes. They're locked up in the village's warehouse."
"Heh, it's fine. Let our team members rest. Let them dig the well."
"This … isn't very good, is it? They'll probably resist. "
"Resist? Just beat them once. If one doesn't work, beat them twice. "
"I understand."
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