The Devil Inside

The local bishop, John the Younger, looked at the leaden clouds in the distant sky pressing down on the sea and smelled the abundant water vapor.

There is nothing in this poor little town.

There is only damp and cold air and backward scenery. What is particularly annoying is the weather. Every early winter,

There was a continuous rainy season, which was damp and cold.

The situation has been reported.

The original always brings news that the things on the "Sea Claw Fishing 0718" are more important than Little John imagined.

Reply to the letter

The headquarters always asks Little John to be ready to set off at any time. They have already dispatched an action team from the headquarters closest to this place to carry out the mission.

It is said that he was a "two-star combat specialist"

The headquarters is very prestigious.

In the vast Zelmon continent, a two-star combat specialist is already a "regional overlord" level fighter, and his level may be thirty or even higher.

"Your Excellency, a cavalry unit is approaching."

The priest under his command came to report.

Little John did not dare to delay and immediately led his men out to meet them.

The church in Sturgeon Town is built in the suburbs, with beautiful scenery and few people.

Little John walked out of the door. A drizzle was falling, a light mist was rising, the sky and the earth were vast, and the scenery was like a dream.

The sound of frantic horse hooves rumbled loudly.

Stepping through the mist and rain, a group of twenty riders came galloping over with a murderous aura.

The horses they rode were extremely strong, completely different from the local ponies of Zethlia, with strong muscles and powerful legs, and twenty of them could run as fast as two hundred.

The knights on horseback were fully armed, and the weapons in their hands were exaggerated and brutal, either long-handled heavy hammers or double-sided axes.

Wearing an iron hood on his head, he looks like a god of death.

"Blood Wolf Group?"

"That's the Blood Wolf Group!"

There was a commotion among the priests.

The cavalrymen who came galloping had distinct characteristics and were even more notorious. Three years ago, a bandit group appeared around Sturgeon Town and robbed passing caravans.

To call it a band of robbers is not quite accurate.

Because their equipment was so good, they rode on tall horses, wore full sets of armor, and held very powerful weapons.

The first one was wearing a wolf-shaped helmet.

Because his eyes under his chin emit a bloody light and appear red in color, he is called the "Blood Wolf".

The team he leads is the Blood Wolf Group.

"What do these bandits want to do? Aren't they afraid of the punishment of the Original God?!"

The priests were trembling with fear,

The Blood Wolf Gang is notorious and kills people without mercy. There are even rumors that they torture and kill merchants for fun.

The lord of Yu Town once issued a commission to the Adventurer's Association, hiring well-known adventurers to suppress bandits at a high price.

A week later, the adventurers who had accepted the commission were hanged at the gate of Fish Town. Onlookers said that the death was extremely cruel. It was the kind of tragic scene that would send one to hell, without any humanity at all.

the other side.

Little John was also surprised.

He has done nothing wrong to the Blood Wolf Group, so why are they here?

Or rather—

Lord Blood Wolf, is he the “two-star combat specialist” of the headquarters?

It shouldn’t be!

The headquarters is at least a formal organization, established to fight against evil cults. It is not possible that a hundred years later, it has transformed into a place where even murderers and robbers can be included in it!

While he was hesitating, the Blood Wolf Group was already before him.

No one dismounted.

The leader, wearing a wolf-shaped helmet, rode forward and circled around Little John.

Tiny raindrops hit his pocket mirror, and what fell along the smooth edge were bright red drops of blood. He spoke, his voice like a sharp blade: "Are you Little John?"

"I'm."

As the local bishop, John the Younger maintained respectability.

He looked up and asked, "Are you a two-star expert from the headquarters?"

"That's me."

Blood Wolf threw the appointment letter rolled into a barrel at Little John's face. "This is my ID. I have been ordered to bring back 'a certain holy object' at any cost. So where is 'that thing'?"

Little John calmed himself.

He didn't understand why the notorious Blood Wolf was a member of the headquarters, but it didn't matter anymore: "The thing was intercepted by Lorenzo at the Iron Wave Forward Base. I have been the bishop of Sturgeon Town for thirty years.

Everything that happened in the town could not escape my eyes. I know the relationship between Lorenzo and Marinus, and I also know the location of the secret port where they are hiding now. "

Chapter 179 #178 The Dead

Little John rode his horse and led the armed priests in the church to clear the way. The black knights of the Blood Wolf Group followed behind them, feeling very nervous.

Everyone felt unwell.

The deputy glanced back quietly.

The divine horse under the black knight snorted, and what came out was not white mist, but a group of bloody wolves with black smoke and sparks. Not only were their members ferocious, but even their horses were extraordinary.

The deputy rode closer, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Your Excellency, do we really want to cooperate with them?"

Little John remained silent.

The deputy added, "At least, ask them not to be so ostentatious! You know the reputation of the Blood Wolf Group. It's probably not a good thing if the public sees us with them."

Little John was helpless.

In Yu Town and the surrounding areas, the Blood Wolf Group is a terrifying existence that can stop strong men from crying at night.

He also understood the logic of what his deputy said.

The larger the organization, the more complex its composition. It cannot be said that there are no truly devout believers in the original church, but those people are very vocal and most of them are greedy and greedy, so it is inevitable that they have a dark side.

but.

Please pretend!

How hard could it be to pretend? When people saw that the regional bishop of the original church was leading the Blood Wolf Group, what would the townspeople of Sturgeon Town think?

But if we want to persuade them, at least let the Blood Wolf Group take off their armor and not be so conspicuous.————

Little John didn't dare.

"How about you go and persuade them?"

He said to his deputy.

“No, no, no…”

The deputy waved his hands wildly and rejected the proposal outright.

The group rushed to the secret port in silence.

Halfway through the journey, Little John suddenly stopped his horse.

The deputy looked pale.

In the team, an armed priest had a look of fear in his eyes, his throat rolled and he began to retch.

In the heavy rain, the road ahead was littered with corpses.

There were men, women, and even children.

Dozens of broken corpses were scattered around, some with their heads and bodies separated, and some were smashed into a ball of meat paste. The way they died was extremely miserable.

The overturned truck was on fire and rain could not put out the flames. The perpetrator poured oil on it before setting the fire.

"Lead the way. We are short on time."

A voice sounded behind him.

Little John turned around and saw the bloody wolf with a wolf-shaped hood coming behind him, staring straight at him with its scarlet eyes.

He calmed himself and said, "Sir Blood Wolf, it seems that this place...

"We did it."

"Bao Shu, what?"

Blood Wolf laughed and repeated, "We did it. We ran into this caravan when we came here. It didn't take much time, so we just took care of it."

It turned out to be the case.

Little John and his deputies were terrified. An armed priest in the team could no longer bear it and asked loudly, "Why are you doing this? They have no grudge against you, do they? Killing people, is it fun?"

Blood Wolf turned around and looked at the person who spoke.

So young.

He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, still childish. His clear eyes carried clear courage, and the anger on his face was not fake at all, which could easily move people.

only-

The level is not high and the equipment is too bad.

He was wearing old, torn leather armor, which must have been bought on the second-hand market; the nail-headed ball in his hand was very new, but the workmanship was very crude, and its price would not exceed two silver coins.

Blood Wolf rode on his horse, holding the reins with both hands: "Because they are merchants."

The young man laughed: "I don't understand."

“Businessmen are the ugliest profession in the world. The means by which they make their fortunes have nothing to do with any virtue. The more cunning the businessman is, the more successful he is; the more morally corrupt the businessman is, the richer he is. Of course, they will call their despicable behavior - "shrewdness."

The blood wolf seemed to be in the mood.

He drew his sword, walked over to the overturned wagon, and picked up a burning tapestry.

A very fine tapestry with a tightly woven texture and lifelike embroidery.

Blood Wolf said, "This tapestry has the style of Barrowland Sea and has been popular in Arendelle for about three years. The price of this tapestry is around five silver coins. It is not a luxury, but it is not cheap either. Young man, do you know how many silver coins the craftsman who weaves this tapestry in the Barrowland Sea region can get?"

Out of line.

The young priest pursed his lips and remained silent.

Blood Wolf smiled and said, "The answer is thirty copper coins."

"—that's impossible."

The young pastor was a little surprised.

According to the latest price, 5 copper coins can be exchanged for one silver coin. The merchant sells something for silver coins.

The acquisition cost is less than one fortieth of that.

Blood Wolf shook his wrist and took down the tapestry. "I have no need to lie. You can verify it yourself. It's not just tapestries, it's almost all commodities. The merchant who sold the tapestry is the garbage lying on the ground now.

What on earth did he do to earn such huge profits?

"He provided the weaving technique for the tapestry? No, no, this is a skill passed down from generation to generation by craftsmen in the Barodihai area;

“He provided the raw materials? From wool to dye, all were done by the craftsmen.

"He provided a market? Yes, he did, I cannot deny that. But the key question is, did the craftsmen's lives become better because of this? I can tell you clearly that it did not. Before the merchants came, the purchase price of a tapestry was one silver coin; after they came, a tapestry was only worth thirty copper coins."

The pastor remained silent, with a look of disdain on his face.

Blood Wolf snorted coldly: "Profit-seeking is the nature and religion of merchants. For the sake of profit, this group of people can do anything. They formed a business alliance, cut off the sales channels of local craftsmen, and forced the craftsmen to accept the cheap prices they offered."