This isn't a souls-like game at all.

Ye Yiyi withdrew his gaze and smiled at the old magician who looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

"That shipment wasn't very fast. It took several days to reach the border."

"Master, you actually have been keeping track of his whereabouts?"

Halwell was surprised.

"Didn't I tell you at the beginning that I wanted him to escape?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly evil smile.

"Look, after going around in circles for a long time, it finally came back to us in vain. Isn't this an interesting thing?"

"That's true for us, but it's not so interesting for him."

Halville couldn't help but smile.

"But I'm starting to look forward to his expression when he sees you."

"Then we'll see."

At night, after having a fairly sumptuous dinner, Ye Yiyi and Harwell left the tavern and went to meet their "old friend".

Anselberg is a port city, and its unique commercial nature means that the city does not implement a curfew system.

In addition, at the river port, there is a huge fireball hanging nearly 100 meters high in the sky, emitting bright light like the scorching sun in the sky, which can illuminate most of the city.

According to Harwell, that was the "lighthouse" of Ansoshoeber's port, a ball of scorching fire, created by a firefly bishop who was in charge there.

"A lighthouse? So the fireball is going to burn all night long?"

Ye Yiyi was wrapped in a ball of black mist, her figure hidden in the shadows of the houses and fireballs, and she was talking to Halville through the cosmic light.

But his tone was a little surprised. "Is this bishop so powerful? Can his concentration support him to cast a spell for such a long time?"

"Of course it can't last the whole night. It usually disappears by midnight."

Halwell followed silently beside him, looking left and right.

He was still wearing the leather armor he wore during the day, with a broadsword slung across his back, and a short staff hanging around his waist.

He was obviously quite excited, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to see his old friend.

"But Midnight is also very powerful. To be able to maintain such a large fireball, the concentration consumption must be quite high."

Ye Yiyi sighed as he spoke.

Compared to the Unknown Hero, the Borderer has a much higher natural concentration limit.

From a gaming perspective, their character templates are different from Ye Yiyi's. Although they have advantages, they also have limitations.

For example, the blessed drops of the Cursed Bottle have no effect on them, and even if their attributes are improved, they will not receive any special blessing, etc., so it can be said that there are pros and cons.

Thinking so, the two of them quietly climbed up an abandoned tower. Ye Yiyi took out a telescope and looked into the distance. Soon he saw the figure with eye-catching colors on the edge.

"He's here, and he seems to be riding a horse."

he whispered.

Halville also looked at the dim fields and mountains in the distance, but he could not see anything clearly and shook his head helplessly.

"It's too dark. I can't see."

"Then wait until he's closer. Oh, and don't rush into action yet. Let's see if he has a base or accomplices in Ansausubury."

"I know."

Soon, the insect man rode his horse to the edge of the city, then dismounted and walked, leading his horse into the city.

"How did this guy manage to disguise himself?"

Ye Yiyi stared at the thin figure in ordinary clothes, the slightly blurry human face, and the hairless head that glowed slightly under the light of the "lighthouse", and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

If the effect of the coloring had not still been on him, he would have thought he was seeing things.

Where are the insect people then?

He is clearly just an ordinary person!

Could it be that all insect people have such camouflage abilities?

"There's no magical fluctuations on him, so at least I can confirm it's not magic... Could it be the effect of the hymn?"

He looked up at the sky and waved.

"Go follow him."

He summoned a mercury lamp, turned over and rode on the dung beetle's back, transformed into a dung beetle knight and rushed into the night.

The insect man disguised as a normal human traveled all the way through the city and finally came to an ordinary tavern that could be found everywhere and checked in.

"You're actually staying in a tavern?"

Ye Yiyi was a little surprised, while Halwell fell into deep thought.

"Living in a tavern, does that mean the Insect Worship Cult has no stronghold in Ansoshoeber?"

"But we can't rule out the possibility that he has accomplices, or that the tavern is a hidden stronghold... Wait, the dung beetle smelled a strange pheromone."

"He's contacting his companions!"

The old magician's eyes lit up and he said anxiously.

"Master, what do you say now?"

"Let's go first and find a spot nearby to wait. The meaning of the pheromone is unclear and the dung beetle can't read it, so we have to first see who the companion he has found is and where he is from."

Although Ye Yiyi's combat capability is extremely strong, he is still a little lacking in detection means. The cosmic spiritual light can only communicate, but cannot directly scan and detect like the "mental power" in the novel.

He had used the Crescent Moon Inquiry Technique before in the tavern, but it was blocked by the other party using unknown means.

Considering the fact that the other party had easily broken into the magician's tower and captured the magician, it was not difficult to know that this was not the first time that the other party had dealt with magicians.

Therefore, he had to control his temper and wait for the ignorant prey to fall into the law, and then follow the clues to catch it in one fell swoop.

Ye Yiyi put away the telescope and went downstairs with the old man.

After waiting in a dark alley near the tavern for about half an hour, he rode a dung beetle on a mercury lamp circling high in the sky, looking down at the many pedestrians coming in and out of the tavern door, and finally saw a figure wearing a long linen cloth, concealing his figure, appear.

The dung beetle immediately confirmed: "I smell pheromones on him."

"That must be him."

Ye Yiyi understood, and then asked the dung beetle to return, leaving the mercury lamp with the old magician. He himself transformed into a ball of colorless cloud, and came to the window sill of the insect man's room, leaning against the wall.

"There's actually this kind of magic? It can transform into a colorless cloud? No, that seems to be magic power?"

Halville was surprised at first, but after vaguely realizing the nature of the clouds, his surprise turned into shock.

He stared blankly at the mercury lamp on the dung beetle's back, and the bold guess that had been buried deep in his heart quietly surfaced again.

Master...could it be that he really is an evil spirit?

Even though the weather was hot and humid, the old magician couldn't help but shiver.

Before he could lament the fickleness of the world, the mercury lamp beside him suddenly made a slightly shocked sound.

"Wait, why was the person summoned by the insect man Herber?"

"Herb?"

The old magician was startled, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Is it the fallen knight Herber who had lunch with us at noon?"

……

"Ku Yi, you are too slow. Why did it take you so long to come?"

Inside the room, the insect man who had transformed into a human form stared at the gray man who was slowly closing the door, his tone rather hostile.

"There's a banquet at the Lord's Mansion tonight. After I received the news, I found many excuses to convince Fortroll. Plus, it took me quite a while to rush over."

The gray man took off his hood, revealing an honest and simple dark face.

But it was different from when Ye Yiyi saw him at noon. At this moment, he had no expression on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as needles.

"Why Herb?"

A little mist came in from the gap in the window sill, and Ye Yiyi, who was looking at the scene indoors, was shocked.

That taciturn and unarticulate Herbert, who has a very rich inner life, is actually a member of the insect worship cult?

How can this be?

He had been paying close attention to his and Fortroll's thoughts during lunch, but he didn't notice any thoughts that were inappropriate for his status.

No matter how cautious he is, it is impossible that he doesn't think about the Insect Worship Cult at all, right?

At this moment, Herb, or rather, Withered Wing, was looking at another insect man. He slowly sat down beside the chair and said sneerfully:

"So, what could have happened that could have caused the renowned Qingjian to go through so much trouble to come here and seek my help?"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks! Withered Wings!!"

Qingjian's face darkened and he growled in a low voice:

"The organization's mission to capture and kill Magic Master Halville has failed. An unknown magician attacked the camp and wiped out all the flying insects and reptiles with just one spell. I was the only one who managed to escape!"

"What? Are you kidding me!"

Herb's face changed, his pupils constricted, and he shot up with a whoosh, his dark face suddenly becoming as hideous as a demon's.

"How could you possibly escape? How could you possibly escape!"

"Have you ever thought about what level of magician he was, to kill an entire camp of flying insects in seconds!"

"What makes you think you can escape from his clutches? Are you sure you really did escape? Didn't the magician let you go and followed you to our lair? Do you have any brains at all?!"

"He can't possibly track me!!"

Qingjian rejected the idea, saying, "I was extremely cautious on my escape. I took a detour to the Poison Insect Valley, where I transformed into a new pupae. I abandoned the pupae and burrowed into the ground, traveling underground for several days before I dared to return to the surface."

"And I've taken all sorts of anti-tracking measures. Otherwise, why would it have taken me so long to get here? How would I have dared to come find you?"

"..."

Ku Yi was silent for a long time, and finally stared at the other party, gritting his teeth and saying:

"It's best if you don't get exposed."

"I'm confident that I'm not being followed!!"

Qinglian also stared back with his eyes wide open, not giving an inch.

"Ugh……"

Ku Yi sighed, sat down again, picked up the kettle on the table and poured himself a glass of water.

"So, you come to me now, what do you need me to do?"

"I need new identification!"

Qingjian whispered, "I lost all my belongings on the way. I plan to go to the Knight Kingdom as a free mercenary to find that honorable ambassador of Reimu. I must report this matter!"

"Then you have to wait here for a few more days."

Withered Wing shook his head.

"We ran out of blank certificates at noon, and we can only get new ones when the next ship arrives."

"Withered Wing! I didn't discuss this with you again!!"

Qingjian growled.

"This matter is of great importance and cannot be delayed. Do you understand? I don't have much time."

"I know, so I suggest you use another method."

Ku Yi said calmly.

"The guy who was applying for the permits at noon was a magician apprentice from Campbell. He had two guards beside him, one old and one young. You can kill the young one and transform into his appearance."

"Wait, you said magician's apprentice?"

Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel look.

"Isn't that just a coincidence? Why should I replace that guard? Why not just kill that magician, become his appearance, or even go to Zhige Hall in his place? Wouldn't that be even better?"