"That day, when you went to visit the Empire Royal Zoo, this hotel waiter came in to clean up." The two women stood in the ice cellar and looked at the corpse. Olica's amber eyes were cautious. "At the time, I felt that there was something wrong with this waiter, so I paid attention."
"Something wrong? What's wrong? " Suria lowered her head and examined the frozen corpse. This was a very normal hotel waiter. There were no wounds on his body, and his clothes were neat. However, there was extreme fear on his face before he died.
"His shoes." The dark elf pointed at the hotel waiter's shoes. "As a waiter, he wouldn't and couldn't wear a pair of white leather shoes. This is very rare for a waiter."
Suria looked down and saw that the hotel waiter was indeed wearing white leather shoes. The female knight narrowed her eyes. "Olica, you found a blind spot."
Generally speaking, people in this line of work would not wear white shoes. This kind of shoes were not resistant to dirt and would be easily stained. For example, in Laing's castle, all the maids wore black shoes. The only difference was that Olica wore high heels, while Emilia and Sylvia preferred to wear small leather shoes.
It would be fine if this was a less formal place, but this was the Empire Royal Hotel, the most formal place.
"After I noticed that something was wrong, I immediately followed him," the dark elf said seriously. The Dark Elf stood in place and said seriously, "I followed him to the Von Slek family's mansion and found that he had indeed come with a purpose."
"Purpose? What purpose?" Suria examined the corpse herself, but she could not find anything else. The female knight gradually understood. "He's just a scout? Wait, you're the one who massacred the Von Slekker family?! "
"Yes." The dark elf did not feel guilty at all. She spoke as if she had slaughtered a few chickens. "I did it."
"How can you do that?" Suria instinctively frowned. The female knight was unhappy with the dark elf's actions.
"Or do you want Devonshire to get into trouble? This is the simplest and most effective way, madam, and I have discovered much more than this. " Olica still felt no pressure, or rather, she didn't care at all. "If you want to listen, you can continue listening. If you don't want to, you can leave immediately."
Suria's beautiful sea-blue eyes reflected Olica's figure. The female knight gripped the hilt of the Sword of Lyonassi and closed her eyes. "Go on."
"I followed this sinful believer here and learned of their plan." The dark elf told the duchess everything he knew.
After Olica followed this sinful believer to Von Sreck's mansion, she eavesdropped on the plan of this group of sinful believers. It was a secret plan that the Revelers Association, the largest sinful cult hidden in the Empire, had spent years meticulously planning.
This plan had been prepared for a long time.
The Revelers Association had conspired to use a fake child to replace Laing and Emilia's son, Frey Derick Jr.!
"After eavesdropping, this group of sinful believers wanted to cast some kind of secret spell using the hair of Frey Derick they found on the carpet, but I stopped them." The dark elf played with a pair of butterfly daggers in her hand. This pair of daggers was made by the dwarf craftsman, Deron Fiennes, and was specially designed for dark elves. The daggers had the "Rune of Agility" and the "Rune of Harvest". The former could make Olica's movements faster, and the latter allowed Olica to absorb the dissipated life force of the enemy through the rune to recover some stamina when killing in close combat.
"You stopped them? Does this mean that the plan has been suspended? " Suria still had a lot of questions about the current situation. The female knight asked, "You killed them all. Did this affect their plan? Otherwise, why did you have to do it? "
"It didn't." The dark elf shook her head coldly, the butterfly daggers in her hand dancing in the air like butterflies. "According to what I know from searching souls, there are more than a dozen of these sinful believers hiding in the wealthy district of Brunswick. The Revelers Association has hundreds of spies, and these spies don't communicate with each other. They only have a superior and subordinate relationship. They are very cautious in their actions. Destroying a single stronghold won't affect their plan at all."
"After I destroyed this group, I controlled a dead person to move around for a few hours. Only then did I get rid of the suspicion." The dark elf concluded. "I think it's necessary to let you know."
"If that's the case, why did you tell me instead of Laing or Emilia?" Suria's expression became even more serious when she heard the news. "You should have told the three of us!"
"Master's target is too big." The dark elf calmly shook her head. "His every move will attract the attention of countless people. If he knows, the Revelers Association will definitely find out and expose him. If that happens, we may never be able to catch this sinful cult. So I decided not to tell Master for now."
"Then why didn't you tell Emilia?" Suria asked.
The dark elf didn't answer. She just quietly stared at Suria without saying a word.
The female knight's expression suddenly changed. She thought of a possibility, an extremely terrifying possibility. She actually had a vague idea, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.
"You … You're testing me! Dark elf! " Suria immediately pulled out the Sword of Lyonassi and pointed the flaming blade at Suria's face. A rare anger burned on Suria's face. "You think I'm that kind of person?!"
"I've never judged you, Madam Suria." The dark elf smiled. Her smile was very sweet but also very strange. "My responsibility is only to tell you everything and let you choose for yourself. Your choice has nothing to do with me, and I won't recommend any treatment to you. But I think I can understand it this way. Madam Suria, you don't understand our Duruqi at all. Besides, his existence is always an invisible threat to you and Master. Am I wrong?"
"Orica!" Suria finally shouted. The female knight shouted. "Don't force me! I don't want to embarrass Laing! "
"I repeat, I'm not forcing you." The dark elf shook her head. "I'm just letting you choose. I repeat, your choice has nothing to do with me."
With that, Orica raised her head. Suria's shadow was reflected in the dark elf's amber eyes. "You have your way of loving Master, and I have mine. Besides, you don't have the conditions to embarrass me. Your equipment might be invincible to others, but it's not to me. You know very well that I have similar spiritual runes on my body. They were all carved by Master himself. I'm only letting you choose because you're Madam."
The female knight was stunned. Suria's exquisite face finally showed a trace of helplessness. She put down her sword. "I'm not that kind of person, Orica. Don't use your dark elf tricks on us. I repeat, I'm not that kind of person. You know what that means to Emilia."
"I understand." Orica nodded. She also put away her weapon. "This is your choice. Then let's work together. Today, there's a big banquet in the palace. A few people from the Traveler's Association are preparing to gather here. The massacre of the Von Slek Family has already alerted them."
"Very good. Then what's your plan?" Suria looked at the corpses on the ground again.
"My plan is to do it again." Orica smiled.
Thirty minutes later, a group of guards and a few carriages came from afar. They followed the path of the rich district that had been cleared of snow and arrived at the entrance of the noble's manor. A guard took out a large bronze key and opened the manor's gate.
The sound of wheels turning broke the silence of the night. A noble wearing a noble's uniform and holding a suitcase quickly walked down from the carriage with the help of the guards.
"Sir Clark, welcome," another noble said to him. "Everyone is here."
"Got it." This noble was a very famous baron in the Empire's capital, Werner Von Rak. He was a very famous painter and politician. He wore a bearskin coat imported from Kislöw. The coat was covered in snow. He had a short crew cut, and his hair was already a little white.
He quickly walked into the manor, and the guards immediately became alert, standing in a circle around the entire manor.
Werner quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor. He opened the door to the room on the second floor and looked unnaturally at the oil painting on the wall.
The oil painting depicted a grand ball. Many men and women were dancing in the ball. The scene was extremely luxurious and crazy. However, if one looked closely, one would notice that although everyone was singing and dancing, their faces were filled with fear and anxiety. In the mirror of the ball, some indescribable figures were having fun with these men and women. Some were wearing masks, some were not. A strange atmosphere surrounded the oil painting.
Werner frowned and muttered a few words. Then, he walked to the back of his desk and sat down on the soft chair. He lit up the oil lamp and put the suitcase on the table. "Where are they? Didn't you say they're here? "
"My lord, they're still arguing about what to do." A noble who was obviously of lower status walked in from outside. He bowed and said, "Some think we've been exposed. Some think we haven't. We've temporarily stopped the plan to lie low for a while."
"Is there any news from Nur?" Werner frowned. He opened the suitcase. There was a thick stack of documents in the suitcase. They were stamped with the double-headed eagle of the Empire. At the same time, there was also the unique white wolf symbol of Midden.
"No." The man shook his head. "Lady Qingrou didn't give any orders."
"Very well. You may leave. Let me be alone." Baron Werner gestured for the man to leave. "Tell them to get ready quickly!"
"Yes!" The man bowed and left the room.
Baron Werner took out the documents and looked through them carefully. At the same time, he began to think.
The gathering place of the Satanists was very difficult to be discovered by ordinary people. From the outside, it was just an ordinary shop, hotel, or noble manor. After a thousand years of hiding, the Satanists had learned how to stay away from the surveillance of the demon hunters and combat priests. They also learned how to inadvertently corrupt the great nobles and priests. Entertainment was the spiritual need of all mortals, and the Traveler's Association knew how to make use of this. Many times, entertainment and the path of worship were just a matter of thought. Even today, some of the Satanists didn't know what they worshipped, and they didn't know that they were already believers of Chaos.
However, the massacre of the Von Slekker family had made Werner, who was hiding in Brunswick, feel the danger. He was ready. After tonight, he would immediately leave for Nur and return to the headquarters of the Traveler's Association.
The dim candlelight flickered in the dark room. Werner looked at the document in his hand.
The document was sent from Mildenheim. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it. It seemed to be a military supply report.
But when Werner smeared a pinkish purple potion on the document, a dark purple handprint appeared on the document.
The largest Tzeentech cult in the Empire, the Dark Purple Hand, was working with the Traveler's Association.
They had used the Arcane Larvae given by Tzeentech to create a few 'boys' that looked exactly like little Frey Derick. As long as they could find a chance to replace the real little Frey Derick, even Laing and the others wouldn't notice the problem in a short time.
This was the will of Tzeentech and the Satanists. In the face of this problem, the evil gods had reached a consensus. In order to deal with Laing and destroy him, the two sects decided to temporarily put aside their differences and reached a consensus.
This was the 'Masquerade Plan'.
Werner frowned. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to work with the Tzeentech cult. But the Von Slekker family incident made him realize that the Traveler's Association alone might not be able to complete the mission.
After reading the document for a while, Werner looked at the candlelight and felt a little pain in his eyes. At this time, there was a slight sound of something heavy falling downstairs.
The baron shuddered. He wondered why those people hadn't arrived yet. "Is anyone there? Gail? Are you there? "
"…" In the quiet winter night, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
"Gail?" Werner's face changed slightly. He stood up carefully and immediately tore the document to shreds and burned it. He blew out the candle and walked step by step to the door.
The Baron's shoes made a dull squeaking sound on the floorboards of the floor as he crept along the wall to the staircase, in the deep, dark corridor, full of profundity and fantasy.
Four fingers grabbed the staircase. Werner carefully poked his head out from the second floor. "?"
The scene in front of him made his heart skip a beat. The blood in his body flowed faster and his head almost exploded.
More than a dozen guards on the first floor, as well as a few of the followers, had all fallen into a pool of blood. All of them had been killed by a single blow. The only difference was that some guards had their throats pierced, while others had been chopped into pieces or had their hearts pierced.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ahhhhh! " Tears flowed out of the baron's eyes. He covered his mouth hard, trying not to make a sound. He lay on the ground on the spot, rolled and crawled on the ground with his hands and feet, and rushed back to his room. In horror, Werner hurriedly locked the door of the room, then picked up his suitcase, took out a short gun, turned on the safety, and hid in front of the table. His whole body trembled as he held the handle of the gun, as if it could give him a sense of security.
"Who?! Who is it? "
A black shadow appeared behind Werner and descended from the ceiling. Before Werner had time to react, a purple light flashed in the room. In the midst of a scream, the gun fell to the ground. "Bang!"
A purple butterfly dagger was pressed against the baron's throat from behind, and then a sweet but cold and murderous voice sounded.
"Good evening, Your Excellency."
"Can I trouble you to lend me your soul?"
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