The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

It was eerily quiet.

Cavins could see the old altar, the bloody scabs blackened by age and lack of cleaning, the candlesticks filled with putrid maggots, and the firelight dim and dizzying.

——Everything is exactly the same as the Evil God Altar in his memory.

The only difference is that there is no one on the altar.

Not to mention a priest, I didn't even see an ordinary believer.

This den of thieves was as clean as if it had been licked by the Mother Goddess of Life.

Cavins was holding his breath now. He was filled with righteous indignation and hot blood, so he rushed up to kill him with his hot breath.

His emotions were so high, just like a virgin man who had a flirtatious meeting with his female pen pal. He was about to fight in a hurry to meet, but he never thought that the other guy in the hotel would miss him!

He couldn't swallow this mouthful of hot blood, and he couldn't spit it out. He was trying to hold it all in.

"Maybe I received the news in advance,"

The paladin captain also saw this empty scene,

In order to ease Cavins' embarrassment, she half explained and half flattered,

"Those cowardly esoteric cultists were afraid of your majesty and fled in advance."

This explanation is actually quite reluctant.

Cavins' expression softened a little, and he secretly thought that he could not lose his composure and maintain the elegant and noble image of the saint.

"That must be the case."

He showed a perfect smile again, "It doesn't matter, we can go to the next stronghold. Father has collected the locations of six secret sect strongholds."

The attendants on the left and right also agreed one after another. It was not that they were willing to praise this boy's bad feet. In fact, the boy's priest father was their direct superior, and they really could not afford to offend him.

The location of the occult strongholds has always been the most valuable information for the Holy See, and it cannot be bought even with money. His father actually went to six places for Cavans' promotion. This background is indeed terrifying.

Behind this lies the centuries-old heritage of the Holy See family. They are members of the Holy Light Banner, which is incomparable to Ansu's stinking family from out of town.

And he himself will drive this child of the curse back to where he belongs.

Enjoying the envious gazes of the saints around him, Cavins raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Let's go to the next place."

Cavins walked out of the cave, got on his horse, straightened out his somewhat messy clothes, then followed the location in his memory, twitched his riding whip, led the paladin, and galloped further away.

If the esoteric cultists escape from one place, there will always be another.

Anyway, he will be promoted to a second-level believer soon - this is Cavins' confidence and confidence.

The rest of the saints had no temper, so they had no choice but to follow Cavins on their horses and let the latter lead the team. Until now, the saints still don't know the specific location of the esoteric stronghold, so they can only follow him.

This is to prevent other saints from poaching the hermits.

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The second stronghold is further away, located on a desolate plain, with cliffs on the left and valleys on the right. It is surrounded by even more deserted people, far away from the noisy border cities.

The blood-red moonlight smeared on the plain,

The valley wind whistled in the valley ravines, making a wailing sound like a cry.

The lead-colored dark clouds cast large swathes of shadows, and when mixed with the blood-colored moonlight, they turned into a dark red plain. The valley wind blew by, and every withered grass swayed with blood.

This atmosphere, this feeling——

The secret sect's stronghold is located here, which is perfect. There is no Tantric altar here, it just hides this great river and mountain.

Cavins smiled with satisfaction.

There must be no problem here.

He first saw the altar from a distance, but the further he walked, the worse he felt and his heart sank lower and lower.

The surroundings were really too quiet, and there was no sacrificial atmosphere at all.

The perfect smile that had been on his face along the way slowly became stiff.

Still no one was there.

Cavins froze on the empty altar, feeling so quiet that the air around him seemed to be dead.

The eyes of the other saints fell on Cavins, piercing like needles - although the eyes were still gentle, the emotions inside were very sharp:

We've been following you for most of the night, where are you?

In this witch hunt, they didn't ask for meat, they just asked for a soup.

But now there's not even soup.

"It seems that the esoteric cultists formed a group and escaped." The captain had a high emotional intelligence and immediately stepped down for Cavins. "They are really cunning esoteric cultists."

The enemies formed a group and ran away. Cavans' mouth twitched slightly. This reason sounded quite difficult. Who would have to fight in a group when a bad guy escapes?

Esoteric cults have never been united.

They are each enemies, and they all want to sacrifice each other.

But no matter what, he had to go down the steps.

"Yes, these two strongholds must be communicating with each other."

He turned around and explained to the other saints, "I don't know who leaked the news. It's really abominable. Maybe it was the Cursed Son of Ansu who did it."

He himself knew that what he said was ridiculous, but no matter what, he had to fasten the shit basin for Ansu first. Who told Ansu to be born as a child of the curse?

The saints stared at Cavins like a fool, and couldn't help but secretly curse in their hearts, who else could leak the news?

Isn't it you?

Who would do so much before a witch hunt?

Everyone used to operate in secret.

First, he made a big fanfare in the church, and then he knelt in front of the statue to pray early in the morning. He also said to the saint, "Tonight's honor is dedicated to you," which attracted a group of onlookers to visit three floors inside and three outside.

This witch-hunting operation even made it to the "Hainan Evening News", with the headline # Eliminate Violence and Make Good! Paladin Cavins' Secret Witch Hunt # .

Secret witch hunts make headlines.

Public discussion even suppressed the series of novels # The Cursed Child and the Sadomasochistic Legend of the Maid Lady # which had been very popular for a long time.

In fact, the reasons behind this are all understood by the saints. It is nothing more than to establish a persona for himself to win the hearts of the people, so that people can vote for him in future priesthood elections.

But after all, the captain had spoken like this, and the Saints couldn't go against Cavins, and they all agreed,

"Your Majesty Cavans, let's just go downstairs."

"Yes, there must be one in the next place!"

"It's impossible to form a group and escape!"

Cavins nodded solemnly, and he gave a serious assurance, "These two strongholds are too close, and it is inevitable that the wind will be heard. The next stronghold is far away in the sea, and there is absolutely no way to escape."

After making the promise, he got on his horse again and led the team to gallop away.

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after an hour.

It's three o'clock in the morning.

On the coast, under a hidden cliff.

The cold sea breeze blew everyone's cheeks.

It was so cold that the air seemed to freeze.

Cavans and the Paladin Captain looked at each other.

The altar here is cleaner.

Not only is there not even a single esoteric cultist.

And it's tidy, tidy and smell-free.

All the ritual utensils were neatly arranged and polished.

There was no oil stain on the candlestick, no blood stain on the altar, and there were even one or two wet stains left - because it was winter, water stains dried slowly.

Everyone recognized one fact - those Tantric cultists mopped the floor!

When they disappeared, they mopped the fucking floor!

Whose bad guys have to mop the floor when they organize a gang to escape!

None of them would have thought that Enya Morningstad was a very professional, serious and clever maid.

When her master told her to 'clean up the scene', she naturally had to clean it up in the shortest possible time. This was her area of ​​expertise.

‘Cleaning up’, of course, also includes mopping the floor.

The whistling sea breeze passed awkwardly before them.

"It seems they formed a group and mopped the ground to escape." The captain had a high emotional intelligence and immediately stepped down for Cavins, "What a cunning esoteric cultist."

".What kind of fucking big family is this that loves each other!"

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