I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

There wasn't much food available near the dock.

So if Diaz wants to find something to eat, he should go a little further ahead to the inn.

The journey wasn't long, and Diaz arrived soon after.

He pushed open the door and went inside, where he saw three signs.

To the right is a normal hotel, straight ahead is the cafeteria, and to the left is a bar.

Diaz didn't head straight for the canteen, but instead went to the bar on the left, intending to find his captain.

Logically speaking, he should have been drinking inside during this time.

Although this place claims to be a hotel, it is essentially more like an information exchange center and entertainment club.

In simpler terms, it's called the Adventurers' Guild.

However, the so-called Adventurers' Guild is actually different from the Professionals' Guild.

Or perhaps this guild actually exists, with corresponding buildings in different locations.

The former is more like an intermediary platform.

Once you apply to the higher authorities and receive approval, you will automatically have this title.

Therefore, in most cases, the places with a high density of local people are often the so-called adventurers' guilds, rather than a separate building.

Of course, as an adventurers' guild, its commissions are also divided into different levels.

For example... commissions related to the sex industry are naturally included here.

This is also why his good regimental commander often hangs out in this area.

There weren't many people in the bar at this time of day; it was rather sparse.

Even the lead singer and dancers didn't come.

So Diaz spotted the captain sitting at the bar not far away.

But when he saw his target, he paused, and his expression became serious.

The beautiful women who used to surround the captain when he first came here were now replaced by a nun.

He remembered that the slave trade of caravans was inextricably linked to the Papacy!

He weighed the pros and cons.

In the end, he still felt that the two men probably didn't know the current situation, so he could take this opportunity to see if he could find out some information.

and……

Diaz reached into his pocket and gripped the dead branch that Siri had given him.

If you break this thing, Siri will sense the situation here and come to your aid.

He had great faith in the druid's abilities, which was the source of his confidence to take the risk.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, then walked over as usual and spoke to the old captain.

"Captain, we've found a doctor who says he can cure the illnesses our brothers suffered, but the price might be a bit high. What do you think?"

But after he finished speaking, his gaze unconsciously fell on the nun.

The nun's clothing appears to have been specially tailored.

It was more form-fitting than any nun's habit he had ever seen before.

It tightly wrapped around her pert, peach-like buttocks and her slender waist a little higher.

It perfectly accentuated her exquisite curves, and a little higher up, a cutout revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Although partially covered by a shawl, quite a bit was still visible.

Diaz then noticed that on most of that snow-white skin, there were faint marks that could be seen.

Something's wrong with this nun!

One of the Vatican's tenets is self-denial!

The rules are especially strict for nuns, so in most cases, nuns are not allowed to show any skin other than their face.

You must wear gloves on your hands and high socks on your legs.

Although he couldn't see the specific style of her clothing from the front, he was 100% certain from the extent of the exposure of her back that this nun was definitely not normal!

What happened next confirmed his guess.

As soon as he finished speaking...

The captain slowly turned his head to look at Diaz, but only his head turned, while his body remained facing forward. His neck had turned 180 degrees in such a strange way!

"Uh...yes, no, excuse me..."

After saying that, the captain fell straight backward and landed on the ground with a thud.

He was clearly dead.

Without hesitation, Diaz broke off the dead branch and questioned:

"What did you do?"

However, both his attempt to speak and the snapping of the withered branch were instantly stopped.

The nun had turned around at some point.

Half of her face was covered by a veil, revealing only a pair of narrow, fox-like eyes that always held a smile.

He raised a finger from his gloved hand and gently placed it in front of his lips.

His other hand gently rested on Diaz's wrist, which was gripping the withered branch.

Diaz instantly felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

And inexplicably, he couldn't muster any strength in his entire body and was completely unable to move.

"Oh, no need to get excited, Mr. Diaz~"

The nun lowered her fingers and said with a smile.

Her voice was sweet and gentle, every word and phrase flowing together like honey, making one's heart itch as if being scratched by a cat.

But Diaz was no ordinary man; he felt a chill run through his body and his back trembled uncontrollably.

Perhaps because the nun lowered her fingers, Diaz was finally able to speak.

"Our fleet has no grudge against you, so why did you resort to such cruel methods?"

"No grudges, no enmity~ Hehe." The nun chuckled.

He took Diaz's hand out of his pocket.

They carefully pried open the fingers one by one, took out the dead wood, and gently placed it aside.

"But those children on the boat don't seem to have any grudge against you, do they?"

"You came here for this?!"

Diaz's eyes widened instantly. Judging from what the nun said, she seemed to be a different group of people from the elderly man in the sports car he had seen.

After the nun removed the withered branches, she waved her hand, releasing Siri from the restraints.

The nun crossed her legs, rested her chin on one hand, and played with a dry twig in the other. She glanced at Diaz out of the corner of her eye before speaking.

"Not only do I know about this, I also know Mr. Sri. You don't seem to have been very involved in this matter, do you?"

"If I got involved, my fate would probably be the same as his, right?"

After Diaz regained his mobility, he clutched his chest and, after breathing heavily for a moment, asked in fits and starts.

"Hmm~ Who knows?"

The nun shrugged, then pulled a small knife from the side of her thigh and tossed it gently.

The small knife hovered above Diaz's head, slowly rotating.

"The owner of this branch is actually at the epic level."

"It doesn't matter what level of expert you are, as long as the item isn't triggered." Diaz glanced at the knife and said casually, forcing himself to speak.

"Do you perhaps think I can't see that the trigger condition for this branch isn't crushing it, but rather using sound?"

The nun smiled charmingly, then tossed the branch back to Diaz.

"It doesn't matter, I've locked this inn for now. Even if you've triggered this branch, it'll still take at least five or six minutes for it to spread out..."

Snapped!

The nun paused, then clapped her hands sharply, looked directly at Diaz, and said, word by word.

"So now you ask me a question, and if you tell even one lie, that sword will fall on your head!"

No one will come to save you in the next five minutes, so please answer the questions honestly, Mr. Diaz!

"Can you tell me where you come from?"

"Courtroom, Ya."