Evil God? My servants are players!

"It's nothing, just the corpse of one of my friends."

Hyacinth looked away, not daring to look Sasha in the eye.

Seeing that Hyacinth was unwilling to explain, Sasha and her teammates exchanged glances.

After the other team members nodded slightly in agreement, Sasha said to Hyacinth:

"We've accepted your request."

Sasha then waved to the hyacinth:

"Don't just stand there, come, sit down, let's have a meal together."

Sasha squeezed out a spot and said.

"Um."

Hyacinth nodded and sat down shyly, but her large backpack made it impossible for her to sit down properly.

"Why are you carrying such a big backpack?" Sasha asked curiously.

"There's a lot of stuff to pack, but I'm already used to it."

Hyacinth tried to put the backpack in her arms, but the huge backpack completely blocked her view.

"Put it here."

Sasha shifted a position and said.

Hyacinth readily agreed and placed her backpack beside her.

After a satisfying meal, Sasha asked the hyacinth:

"Tell me in detail what the target is, so we can make a plan."

After a meal, Hyacinth had also organized her thoughts.

"When I was little, I had a playmate, she..."

Hyacinths tell their own stories in detail.

She deliberately concealed what happened after she entered the dungeon.

He only said that he had unexpectedly obtained a treasure and then embarked on the path of a professional.

"After that I went on many adventures, until recently, when I returned to Hamlet hoping to give her a proper funeral."

After the story was told, all was silent. Although the atmosphere became very heavy, no one except the pastor was in tears.

As adventurers, they had seen far too many stories.

Although the hyacinth's words were full of flaws, for example:

Why doesn't an adventurer understand the value of gold coins?

If Hyacinth values ​​her friends so much, why is she only coming back now?

But Sasha could still sense the genuine affection between Hyacinth and her friends.

"Take this bag of money back; we can't accept it." Sasha pushed the money back.

The team members did not express any dissatisfaction with Sasha's behavior.

The pastor even hugged the hyacinth tightly.

"Mouse, you're so pitiful."

"Alright, stop bothering them."

Sasara left the priestess and sat back down next to the hyacinth, saying:

"I understand your pain. I also have a 'she' whom I can't see."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Frost Adventurer Team fell silent, and even the priestess stopped crying.

Sasha then continued:

"Well then, as the strongest adventure team in the area, we still have some influence."

"I can help you find out more about that wealthy businessman..."

Sasha was interrupted by the thief before she could finish speaking.

"No need for that trouble, I happen to have information on that fat pig."

The thief pulled out a parchment from somewhere and began to read:

Name: Porpok

Resident ID Number: 1145141919810

"Recently, he discussed the acquisition of a mine with the daughter of a local earl."

"However, due to his mismanagement, the mine suffered heavy losses, and now he is having cash flow problems. He is worried about how to sell that house."

Sasha clapped her hands and said:

"Isn't that a solution? Tomorrow we'll pretend to buy his house, and then Hyacinth and the thief can use that as an excuse to go find the body, right?"

After hearing Sasha's plan, the thief added:

"He has already dismissed all the guards in the mansion, so you can stall for time. But the key issue is how to find the body."

The thief then turned his gaze to the hyacinth.

"I know where the body is! I can't be wrong!"

Hyacinth immediately understood the thief's meaning.

"Excellent! Our great Frost Adventurer Team is about to complete another great mission!"

Sasha suddenly stood up to cheer him on.

Upon hearing this, the other team members exchanged glances and then burst into laughter for no apparent reason.

"Hahaha" *3

Their laughter contained not only joy, but also the release of pent-up emotions.

"What's wrong? Was my joke really that funny?"

Sasha was a little confused for a moment.

The pastor wiped away her tears and explained why everyone was laughing:

"No, it's just that I haven't heard you being funny in a long time."

"Really? Hehehe." Sasha chuckled dryly, but her laughter was full of bitterness.

After the laughter subsided, Sasha prepared to leave:

"Alright, everyone go and get some rest. We still need to help Hyacinths tomorrow."

Just as the team members were about to leave, Hyacinth called them back.

"Wait a minute, you haven't asked for payment yet."

Hyacinth took out the bag of gold coins once again.

"It was nothing, and besides, we should probably change our mood a bit."

Sasha said.

"No, Lu... Someone once said that you shouldn't accept help from others for nothing."

Hyacinth almost let it slip.

Although Sasha, as the archer, clearly heard the word "Lu," she didn't think of Luna as a possible candidate.

On the contrary, the thief standing to the side looked thoughtful.

Seeing the hyacinth's stubborn expression, Sasha had no choice but to come to its side.

She reached into the bag and took two gold coins.

"Alright, that's about right."

"Really?" Hyacinth pressed.

"Of course, you can go to the Adventurers' Hall if you don't believe me," Sasha explained.

After hearing Sasha's explanation, Hyacinth finally put away her purse.

"Alright, let's go rest. You just got back, right? Would you like to come with us?"

Sasha asked.

"No, I have somewhere to go," Hyacinth said, shaking her head.

"Alright then, see you tomorrow." Sasha waved and went to rest on the second floor of the tavern with the other team members.

Hyacinth then pushed open the tavern door and headed towards her home.

After many twists and turns, the surrounding scenery became increasingly dilapidated.

The items being sold around them changed from food, weapons, and supplies to people and "meat".

Seeing the women posing seductively on the street reminded me of her.

Hyacinth once asked her, "Why can't we be like them?"

She replied, "We are not worthy to sell our bodies for food; they look down on us."

"But hyacinth, you must remember, we are not objects, we are people."

Gradually, the surrounding hawking noises disappeared, leaving only silence.

After turning another corner, the hyacinth finally found her home, her "little nest".

In a dead end, a pile of "garbage" was stacked in the corner. Hyacinth pulled a plank out of the garbage.

The bottom of the plank had severe wear marks, as if someone had used it to drag people around.

Hyacinth laid the plank on the ground and lay down on it.

I held the backpack close to my chest, just like before.

But this time, Hyacinth did not fall asleep quickly due to exhaustion.

Instead, he stared blankly at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

To be honest, Hyacinth didn't know why she had returned to this "home" again.