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"Spice is not a problem," Bars laughed and waved his hand, "Colin has already gone to several large trading houses in the city, and I also asked people to follow him there. They should be back soon. The prophet without spices is like asking for help. Soldiers who go to the battlefield without weapons are simply going to die."

Before Sartre could respond, Bars looked at Alice again, "So, Miss Alice, what are you going to do?"

"I want to cut off the head of the cultist with my own hands." Alice said coldly.

"I will enter the sewers with Master Sartre, so you can lie on a soft bed and have a good sleep. I guarantee that you will see his head when you wake up."

Alice didn't appreciate it, "Only heads taken by one's own hands are meaningful."

Hearing this, Aaron's mouth couldn't help but twitch again. Such a fiancée seemed too hardcore.

She is a wealthy daughter of a great noble in a kingdom. She looks like a young and energetic beautiful girl, but is she actually an Amazon jungle female warrior?

"Then..." Bals looked past Ed and looked at Aaron, "Sir Aaron, your plan is..."

"Ah?" Aaron was stunned for a moment and quickly calculated, "Then I will go with you..."

"What we are facing this time are Silver-level cultists, who are very dangerous." Alice interrupted him without caring about noble etiquette, and also gave him a clear look with her eyes.

Aaron coughed and glanced at Sartre covertly, "I'm just going to go take a look. After all, Lord Bars is here and Master Sartre is protecting me. I think there should be no problem, right? What do you think?" What about, Master Sartre?”

Although he didn't know what the Lord of Bals wanted to do, Aaron clearly knew his current situation.

On the one hand, most of the extraordinary beings in the city lord's palace will be sent to the sewers to contain the "Creep Hand" cultists. On the other hand, he is being targeted by the "Human-Faced Rat" cult.

He still had fresh memories of what he encountered during the initial initiation ceremony, and the Man-Faced Rat put down harsh words to find him.

He is just a weak, helpless and pitiful Black Iron Stage, what can be done!

It's fun to steal a home, but if your home is stolen, wouldn't you be in trouble?

The most dangerous place is the safest place. You might as well follow Sartre into the sewer.

Sartre nodded understandingly and comforted Alice: "Miss Alice, I will ensure the safety of Mr. Aaron."

The biggest difference between him and Alice is here, he will only respect Aaron's ideas instead of rejecting them.

Well, although he didn't understand why Aaron wanted to go to the sewers to join in the fun, he just agreed anyway.

"Master Sartre, you should know how strong the Silver Level is. He went there to die."

"It's better to die than to die in your hands..." Aaron whispered.

"What did you say?" Alice looked at him doubtfully.

Aaron quickly shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just still thinking about that guard..."

He reacted very quickly and swallowed the next words, forcing himself not to look at Bars.

When Lord Bars arrived, he didn't even mention the body lying on the ground!

He must have been secretly observing from the side just now. Only in this way would he naturally ignore the corpse.

Of course, it is also possible that he is cold-blooded and doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people at all.

But Aaron would rather dwell on the worst.

In other words, the so-called arrest of the cultists by the Lord of Bals is probably very flawed, and it is even possible that he was not involved at all or did not have this plan.

Are you kidding? You clearly know that the other party is a Silver-level cult believer with many ways to escape. However, as a Gold-level transcendent, not only did you let him escape, but you didn't rush to chase him. Instead, you wasted time talking to them here. time?

No matter what the plans of Lord Bars were, Aaron had classified him as untrustworthy.

Several people in the room noticed Aaron's gaffe, but his condescending attitude blinded their vision to some extent, and no one thought about it in detail.

The Lord of Baars took over the topic naturally, "Ordinary people are really powerless in the face of extraordinary events. This is also the reason why we want to drive out the cultists. They will not restrain themselves..."

He pondered for a moment and said in a serious tone: "As for the guard, I will compensate his family. This is what he deserves. I am sorry for his death."

Aaron was silent and didn't know what to say, so he could only try to hide his inner disgust.

He is clearly a rough man as strong as an iron tower, but his speaking style is a bit too official, right?

"Lord Bals, are you sure you can catch that cultist tonight?" Alice didn't care about the matter and brought the topic back.

Bars nodded solemnly and said to Alice: "Of course, Miss Alice, this is our best chance to catch this cultist. In fact, we have already wasted a lot of time here."

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and Captain Colin, who was sweating profusely, ran in with a few attendants. He was also carrying a rather large wooden box in his hand.

This wooden box looked quite heavy, and the faint sound of glass bottles colliding could be heard.

"Master Sartre, I finally found you. Do you think these spices are okay?" Captain Colin handed over the spice box respectfully, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I could have come back early. , but the city lord later said that he would prepare more spices for you, which wasted a lot of time, but okay, okay..."

Sartre nodded, casually placed the wooden box on the table, and opened the wooden box after a little fumbling.

This wooden box looks a little rough in workmanship, but its internal structure is extremely delicate. When unfolded, it is divided into three levels like a ladder.

The first layer contains several solids of different colors, the second layer contains more than a dozen separated powders, the last layer contains colorful gelatinous substances, and there are several unknown types at the bottom of the box. of liquid.

At first glance, this wooden box looks like a painter's palette.

As the wooden box was opened, many strange smells were mixed together, making Aaron who poked his head over couldn't help but frown.

The smell was so bad.

But Sartre took a deep breath and said casually: "The powder of Awakening Root is not pure enough, the juice of Dragon Scale Grass seems to be contaminated, the smell of Snake Eye Wood is wrong, and as for the others..."

He glanced at Colin with a half-smile, and then said to Lord Bars: "It's impossible for a warrior to go to the battlefield with a rusty weapon, right?"

Colin was speechless, and his thin hair was completely wet with cold sweat.

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