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Aaron's body trembled and he subconsciously looked outside the house, just in time to see Bars open the door and walk in.

Damn it!

Listening to someone in a corner will shorten your life!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became weird, and everyone didn't know what kind of attitude they should use to face Bals.

Even Sartre calmly took half a step back and gave the stunned Aaron a hand.

Fortunately, this weird atmosphere did not last long. Alice took the initiative to step forward and said coldly: "Lord Bals, when did you come here."

Although it was a question, she didn't have the slightest doubt in her tone, and even had a bit of hostility.

If a gold-level transcendent doesn't want to be discovered by a bronze-level transcendent, it's simply not that easy.

Most likely, he had been standing outside the house listening for a long time.

It's more likely that he watched Aaron and his party encounter the creeping hands, and watched the squire die under Ed's sword.

"I just came here not long ago." Lord Bars said in a calm tone, as if he didn't know Aaron was discussing him just now.

Everyone's heart couldn't help but sink. This "just arrived" is really subtle.

It can be understood as just coming, but it can also be understood as not long ago.

"Then can you give us an explanation? Or... no need to explain?" Alice had already grasped the sword, stared closely at Bals's face, and spoke word by word.

She now even suspected that the Lord of Baers City would also become a member of the cultists. Maybe Tion was murdered because he discovered this.

Although in this world, the dead may not be able to remain silent, but the dead who have had their souls and vitality drained out may indeed have lost any chance to speak.

Even though Baars is powerful, the Iris family does not lack the courage to draw the sword.

"This is not what you think." Bars smiled and did not care about Alice's deliberate hostility. "I do know that the hand chopping ceremony will be completed tonight."

"Then what?"

"I need to find the cultist, but it can't be mine." Bals pointed at the body on the bed, and then at Sartre, "Because there is no prophet in the entire Leiden City, so I can't guarantee my plan. Someone will find out.”

Sartre nodded thoughtfully, his eyes wandering uncertainly.

The absence of a prophet means the lack of necessary identification means. It can be said that in the entire City Lord's Mansion and even the entire Leiden City, cultists can come and leave as they please, and they can naturally obtain information by charming humans.

After all, cultists are almost indistinguishable from ordinary people until they show off their extraordinary powers.

After Tion's death, the destructive power of this Silver-level cultist who can control people's hearts in Leiden City can be imagined.

"So, you found us?" Alice vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't react for a while.

Aaron was slightly startled when he heard Bars' explanation. He pretended to lower his head and glanced at his toes to hide the strange look in his eyes.

"yes."

"Don't you trust your people?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, but when I ask my people to monitor this place, he will definitely be discovered, and he will definitely know that I am watching him, so he will never take action."

Aaron coughed and asked, "But why did he do it?"

He winked harmlessly and hit the nail on the head.

Knowing clearly that the city lord of Leiden City is a gold-level transcendent, how can a cultist who probably only has a silver-level combat power dare to be so arrogant?

Not only did he sneak into the city lord's palace and kill a bronze-level transcendent without alerting anyone, but he didn't even run away, but he also found an opportunity to come back and hold a hand-chopping ceremony?

Is this the murderer's law of revisiting his old haunts?

Do you really not take Bals seriously?

Bals obviously didn't expect that Aaron would ask such a question. He just looked at Aaron deeply and said, "Cultists don't need a reason to kill people. They have been ruined by their so-called masters. They are just They are just a group of monsters who can still breathe and wear human skin."

This explanation seems a bit too pale...

Aaron thought to himself, but he had to pretend to be thoughtful.

Obviously, there is absolutely no good fruit to be gained from asking any more questions, so it is better to stop here.

Alice glanced at Aaron, still staring at Bars and said seriously: "Lord Bars, what's the result? We came here, almost encountered a cultist, and also killed a creeping hand, but the result Woolen cloth?"

Her tone was much gentler than before, "Did your plan succeed?"

Bars nodded slightly, "We're mostly successful."

"Most of it?"

"We successfully located the cultist, and we also made a careful plan..."

Alice couldn't help but exchange glances with the others.

It seemed that the cultists might not have been observing them in the battle just now, but had actually left.

However, his departure may be more appropriately described as escape.

If that's the case, it's no wonder he didn't show up.

After all, he did not hesitate to risk his own life and ran to the city lord's palace with great difficulty to perform the hand chopping ceremony, but this monster was killed not long after it was summoned.

It is estimated that anyone else would have to jump out and try to save him.

But... City Lord, just say no.

Aaron rolled his eyes and cursed silently in his mind. He was not in the mood to listen to these useless remarks.

"However, he escaped. At the critical moment, several other believers put on his clothes. We failed to identify him. In the end, several people escaped."

It's getting more and more wrong.

Aaron thought silently, but didn't say a word.

The image of the Lord of Bars City in his mind has plummeted, and he has even raised his vigilance.

He made careful plans in advance, even deceiving his own people, but he still let the cultists escape?

That's it? That's it?

"Run away?" Alice never thought that Bars would answer like this, and a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Baal looked at Alice calmly and confirmed, "Run away."

"Then shouldn't you go..."

"Those cult believers hid in the sewers. With my people alone, I am afraid there is no way to explore the entire sewers of Leiden City."

The sewers in Leiden City are complicated. If it were just Baars and his men, they might not be able to catch this cult believer.

Sartre coughed lightly and said, "If you can provide the spices, I can see if I can perform the ceremony."

The prophet is not a combat profession. The real factor to measure his level lies in the ritual.

As long as the spices are well prepared, Sartre is indeed confident that he can find the silver-level cultist across the levels.

Moreover, he also guessed why Bals would find them at this time.

He is the only prophet in Leiden City, and he is also a prophet who came out of the Tower of Stars!