The Caveman Scout lay on the tree branch and looked in the direction of the town for a while before coming down from the tree.
"I didn't find anything unusual, but I do feel a little uneasy. It's a little different from the last time I came here …"
Hearing him say this, Captain Gerson turned his head to look at the gradually darkening sky and said, "That's right.
"Since both you and Pastor Reynolds have said so, then it's best that we don't enter the town tonight. Let's wait until dawn tomorrow to investigate."
"I'm sorry, Pastor Reynolds, but we might have to camp tonight."
The captain's choice was a little cowardly, but it was understandable. Entering a small town with hidden dangers at night was undoubtedly a very stupid move.
Reynolds didn't mind. Before he moved to the Sinless City, he and the old bishop often slept in the open, living the life of an ascetic. Sleeping in the open wasn't stressful for him, and he even missed it a little.
This team of mercenaries was indeed professional and well prepared. Although it was only a day's journey, they still brought along their tents. The captain immediately found a suitable place to settle down in the woods by the road and hurriedly set up the tent. He then went to find some dry wood nearby and started a bonfire.
"When we came here last month, everything was fine … What do you think will happen in this town?"
The Elven Mage asked uneasily.
"Maybe he suddenly believed in some cult?"
For such a peaceful and remote town to suddenly have a situation like this, the biggest possibility was the spread of evil cults. They had encountered such dangers several times before, such as being besieged by an entire village of evil cults, or being chased by evil cult apostles.
But Reynolds said in a very certain tone.
"No, there's no evil cult aura there."
The mercenaries couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. This place was still a few kilometers away from the town. How could you be so sure that it had nothing to do with the cult?
However, no one questioned Reynolds's judgment. Captain Gerson followed up.
"We'll know when we go in and take a look tomorrow morning."
"With Pastor Reynolds around this time, even if we encounter the cultists, we should be able to escape unscathed."
Most of the mercenaries had been attacked by cults when they were carrying out various missions. Most of the time, they could only run. When they returned, they had to go to the church to look for clergymen to treat their wounds and check their bodies for curses.
Therefore, it would be much more reassuring to have a Cleric in the team, not to mention a skilled Cleric.
Reynolds didn't reply. Instead, he used the excuse of having to pee and went into the depths of the forest alone. He activated a divine spell of insight and his eyes lit up as he looked in the direction of York Town.
In his eyes, York Town was covered in a layer of grey. It was similar to the aura of undead creatures, but there were some differences. It was something he had never seen before.
If he wanted to know what was going on, he could only go in and take a look.
So he hid in the woods and cast a few divine spells at the camp from a distance: Mind Calming.
This was one of the simplest and most basic divine spells. It wasn't even classified into a specific category, but it was also the first divine spell that many priests learned. Its specific effect was to make people relax.
It was usually used to soothe people. Normally, when people entered the church, the Cleric would cast Mind Calming on them. This way, they would be able to calm their emotions and relax their minds. They could also take advantage of the situation and claim that it was some sort of blessing or protection to make the people feel good about the church.
However, Reynolds rarely did this. It wasn't because he was lazy, but because he was a little heavy-handed. A single Mind Calming could make people sleepy. If it was two, it was similar to a Mage's Hypnosis.
Therefore, when it was necessary to cast Mind Calming, it was usually the old Bishop who did it.
But now, after Reynolds cast a few Mind Calming at the camp, the mercenaries immediately fell asleep like dead pigs.
"I'm going to take a look in the town. You stay here and don't move."
Reynolds instructed Amia. He then lowered his head to look at the snoring mercenaries and added, "Keep an eye on them.
"At the same time, keep an eye on them. Don't let them run around or get eaten by wolves …"
With that, he turned and walked towards the town.
Of course, he would not wait until the day to move with the mercenaries. That would be troublesome. It was much easier to go alone.
After he walked away, Amia, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly moved. She found a few thick hemp ropes from the horse beside her and walked towards the sleeping mercenaries.
Reynolds was only halfway there when the sky turned completely dark. The surrounding temperature dropped abruptly, making it very cold.
Reynolds thought for a moment and opened his left hand. A pure-white Holy Flame instantly lit up in his palm, illuminating the path ahead and warming the surroundings a little.
As the main weapon of a cleric, the Holy Flame had more than one use. In fact, there were many divine spells related to the Holy Flame, and their ranks were different. For example, the Holy Flame that Reynolds was currently using was the most basic Tier 4 Holy Flame: Holy Flame.
In theory, the Tier 4 Holy Flame did not have any killing power. It could only be used to dispel evil spells and purify curses. At least, that was the case when used by a cleric.
There were also the Tier 5 Flame of Protection and Flame of Punishment, and the Tier 6 Flame of Purification and Flame of Judgment. Reynolds preferred to use the Tier 5 Holy Flame. It was easier to activate and more convenient to use than the Tier 6 Holy Flame. Its power was not much weaker than the Tier 6 Holy Flame.
However, if he only needed light and warmth, the Tier 4 Holy Flame would suffice. If he used the Tier 5 Holy Flame, the holy aura it emitted would be stronger, and it might alert the enemies and scare them away.
Reynolds walked for about ten minutes and arrived at York Town. It was very quiet along the way. Not even the chirping of insects could be heard.
A mud wall was built around York Town to fend off wild beasts. Two guards in leather armor stood at the entrance, holding a mud spear in their hands.
When they saw Reynolds coming, their eyes instantly focused on him. They stared at him without blinking, but they did not say a word. Only the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.
"Hello, I'm a passing cleric from Mia's Cult."
Reynolds took the initiative to greet them.
The two guards still did not say a word. They just looked at him silently.
"Is your mayor here?"
Reynolds asked.
The two guards pointed in a certain direction as an answer.
"Thank you."
Reynolds said politely. He walked past the two guards and walked into the town.
The guards did not stop him. Instead, they stood still. Their eyes were fixed on Reynolds, following his movements and turning their heads.
When Reynolds was behind them, their heads had already turned 180 degrees. The strange smile on their faces was still there.
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