Reynolds did not know what happened in the Kingdom of the Dead. He cleaned up the scene, took the Lich's phylactery fragment, and hurriedly left York Town.
All the townspeople were killed by the Lich, and the whole town was empty. They were silently accusing the Lich of his crimes.
When Reynolds returned to the camp, he found that the mercenaries were all tied up and stuffed into a large pit. Amia was standing guard at the edge of the pit, imitating Reynolds's usual actions. She kept scratching her head with her big hands, as if she was troubled by something.
She then began to fill the pit with soil, intending to bury the mercenaries in it.
Even so, the mercenaries were still sleeping soundly, snoring non-stop.
Reynolds remembered his order before he left: Keep an eye on the mercenaries, don't let them run around, and don't let them get eaten by wolves. He did not expect Amia to carry out his order in such a way.
He quickly went to stop this atrocity, carried the mercenaries out, and untied the ropes on their bodies.
"Sigh, why are you so stupid? You've been by my side every day, why didn't you learn any of my wisdom and strategizing? "
"If you continue like this, even a kitten will be smarter than you!"
Reynolds reprimanded in a bad mood.
Amia squatted down with her back facing him. She stretched out a thick finger and drew circles on the ground, looking very wronged.
"Okay, okay, don't feel wronged. Come help me clean up and fill this pit."
"When we get home, I'll teach you how to weave straw electric mice and garlic turtles. Kittens can't learn this, but you can still be smarter than them."
Reynolds comforted her with a few more words.
Only then did Amelia stand up again, and together with Reynolds, they filled up the hole.
The next morning, the mercenaries woke up full of energy and stretched their bodies comfortably.
"I haven't slept so well in a long time!"
Captain Gerson said contentedly. As a mercenary who lived on the edge of blood, insomnia, and neurasthenia were very common occupational diseases. He had almost forgotten how many years it had been since he last slept so well.
The others agreed. They felt that even in their own home, they had not slept so well.
However, they immediately realized that something was wrong.
Right now, they were clearly sleeping in the wild. There was still York Town, which could be dangerous, not far away. There was no reason for him to sleep so soundly.
The mercenaries immediately tensed up and hurriedly checked their own conditions.
Although he was unscathed, there were some strange bruises and strangulation marks on his body. There were also some dirt on his head and body.
They were a little confused about the situation and looked at Reynolds, who looked a little dispirited.
"Pastor Reynolds, you didn't seem to have slept well last night. Do you know what happened? "
Renault rubbed his eyes and replied,
"Cough cough, I saw that you guys were sleeping so soundly, rolling all over the floor. I was the only one keeping watch …"
"Nothing happened last night. Even York Town was quiet."
The mercenaries immediately looked ashamed. Captain Gessen was even more embarrassed as he said, "That's right.
"Thank you for your hard work. Actually, you could have woken us up."
Reynolds smiled indifferently and replied, "That's right.
"As a kind priest, how can I disturb other people's dreams?"
These words immediately moved the hearts of the mercenaries. This Pastor Renault was really a kind and good person! He was gentle, considerate, and considerate of others.
What an ideal teammate!
Just through a small matter, Reynolds had won a good impression in the hearts of the mercenaries.
"Alright, let's go take a look at the town. Pastor Reynolds, can you still endure?"
Captain Gessen asked.
"Of course, I'm already used to hard work."
Although Reynolds wanted to tell them that there was nothing to see and that the matter had been resolved, he felt that if he told them the truth, many things would be difficult to explain. Thus, he decided to put on an act and pretend that he didn't know anything. He followed the mercenaries to York Town.
The group wandered around the empty town for a while before splitting up to search. Finally, they met up at the small square where Reynolds met the Lich.
"There's no one here. Weren't there people yesterday? How did they all disappear in a night? "
"There are no workers in the mine, nor are there any traces of migration. All their belongings are still in the house. They seemed to have disappeared into thin air."
"What happened here? Could it be the work of an evil god? "
The mercenaries summarized their findings and instantly felt a chill run down their spines.
Reynolds also cooperated with them and said in surprise, "That's right.
"Wow! Evil god! How terrifying! How terrifying! Let's hurry back and report this to the major churches! "
Captain Gessen nodded.
"We can't stay here for long. Let's go!"
Thus, just like this, everyone ran madly all the way and rushed back to Sinless City before the sky turned dark.
Captain Gessen wanted to bring the group to report this matter to the three orthodox churches, but Reynolds used the excuse that he was too tired and returned to the church first.
The moment he entered, he smelled a rich aroma. The old bishop had prepared a table full of delicious food. Other than his favorite roasted potatoes, there was also fish, meat, and bread. He was waiting for his return. Even the kittens were meowing and gathering around to welcome him.
Reynolds instantly felt a warm feeling, dispelling the fatigue in his body.
"You're back just in time. You came back earlier than I expected. Come and eat."
The old bishop, who was wearing thick insulating gloves, placed a bowl of fish soup on the table.
Reynolds quickly sat down at the table, picked up a roasted potato out of habit, and started munching on it.
"Did it go well?"
The old bishop asked as he wrapped a towel around the kittens.
"Quite well …"
"I met a lich on the way. There was a small accident, but I've already dealt with it …"
Reynolds was busy eating and answered casually.
"Mm, mm, that's good. That's good …"
"Wait! What did you just say? A lich?! "
Perhaps because Reynolds's tone was too casual, the old bishop realized that he had not met any random cat or dog, but a lich, who was known for being sinister, cunning, dangerous, and difficult to deal with!
"Yes, a lich. That guy was terrible! Everyone in the town was killed by him! "
"And he was very difficult to deal with. Even though he couldn't beat me, he refused to admit defeat. He even ran away. I was so angry!"
"After that, I tried to hunt him down, but I don't know if I succeeded. I'll have to trouble you to divine it later."
Reynolds said as he wolfed down his food.
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