Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

This is not an exaggeration to praise.

Every Holy Nun is an elite who has emerged from several rounds of selection. Under the training of the Church, the Holy Nun will eventually become a strong person comparable to the Church's Templar Knights. They are the ones who accompany the Holy Nun and dedicate their souls to the Goddess. Every Holy Nun is admirable, and being able to pass the initial selection of the Holy Nun also proves Vivian's strength.

However, Ruth and Thorne's praise made Vivian's face blush slightly.

She wasn't used to being praised, but even more so, after yesterday's events, Vivian couldn't stop thinking about one thing: had she truly won the final match on her own? Perhaps not? It was utterly unfair to the others, especially her opponent. The victory was entirely Elsa's fault; that spot wasn't hers.

So what Ruth and Thorne said only made Vivian feel embarrassed.

Felia glanced at Vivian, then looked at Ruth and Thorne and said, "Ruth, and Mr. Thorne, I came here mainly to ask you about a few people."

Perhaps due to her personality, Filia didn't exchange many pleasantries but went straight to the point.

"They are merchants who frequent this area. You should be familiar with this place. If possible, I would like to get some clues from you. Of course, the Lord's Mansion will pay for the reward."

For Filia, an adventurer, making good use of information from insiders can make her work more efficient.

So she thought of Thorne and Ruth.

Seeing that they were getting to the point, Ruth looked at Filia and Vivian thoughtfully and asked, "Sure enough, something happened here yesterday? I even heard an explosion."

"Well, someone is inciting something dangerous to happen. I've been asked to lead the investigation here with Vivian."

Filia did not deny it, but did not give any further explanation.

"Is it about the 'Ake' from yesterday?" Thorne smiled broadly. Hannah and Filia also came to the tavern yesterday.

Filia nodded, "It's him, but there are others today."

"other people?"

"About four or five of them. They trade in a type of Celtic jade produced in the North. Perhaps one of them is a slave trader."

Perhaps he saw something in Filia's eyes, Thorne restrained his expression and became more serious.

He pointed to the room behind the counter, which was the kitchen and where the wine was stored.

"In that case, let's go to the back and talk. I will try to provide any information I know."

"I can help too," said Ruth.

"And me." Winnie also raised her glass.

"Why don't you let me do it?" Caesar also said, "Although I don't have the ability to mobilize the Knights' manpower, if any danger occurs, I can seek help from the Knights in the first place."

Thorne waved his hand, his other sleeve empty. "Leave this kind of thing to me. You're not as familiar with this place as I am. I've been running the tavern here for some time, and there aren't many people around here that I haven't heard of."

In fact, Thorne just realized that what Filia said was probably not simple. Otherwise, with his ability, he would not have heard any rumors until now. He only knew that there were some bloody incidents on West Street yesterday, and it was related to the people in the Lord's Mansion. When Hannah and Levan came here yesterday, Thorne also observed them and felt that the identities of the visitors were extraordinary.

The more unusual a person's identity is, the riskier the incidents they are involved in are.

Thorne didn't want Ruth, Winnie and Caesar to wade into this muddy water.

Philiado glanced at Thorne, took out the prepared list and handed it to Thorne.

"This is the list of people to be found."

Thorne reached for it, but didn't twitch—Filia didn't let go.

Thorne looked up in confusion, but saw Felia's serious gaze.

“This matter may be a bit risky.”

Philia said, as if reminding Thorne.

Even if Thorne was only providing information, it was a life-and-death struggle after all, and he would be affected if he wasn't careful - especially since this matter was likely to involve the remnants of the Demon King's Army. The remnants of the Demon King's Army were notorious for their cruelty and vengeance. Many famous generals from the Demon King's War period later died at the hands of the remnants of the Demon King's Army.

For example, the former Sir Hibern, the father of the current Lord Danmars.

But Thorne obviously didn't care much about this.

"What's the big deal?" Thorne was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "My tavern is on West Street. I also hope it can be more peaceful here. I'm just providing some information. Besides, the secrets that appeared in the tavern are already known to everyone."

"You still have friends."

"We've also received help from Aisha, so when others are in need, we're willing to lend a hand," Ruth said seriously. "Besides, you're my friends too, so your business is also my business."

Thorne said, "West Street has the most impoverished people. Due to a lack of patrols and security forces, it suffers the most when attacked by ghouls. However, this has become the most sought-after commission location for adventurers—after all, it's here that the most people need help. This is all thanks to Sister Farris, and everyone here is very grateful to her. I also hope that West Street will gradually become better."

Winnie also smiled: "Sister Ruth's friends are my friends. Besides, don't look at me like this. After all, I was once an adventurer. Ordinary people can't do anything to me."

Caesar said indifferently, "I trust Ruth. Maintaining law and order and combating crime are also the duties of a knight. If you can provide me with meaningful information, I will certainly do my best."

Although these people have different personalities, their attitudes towards this kind of thing are surprisingly consistent, even though Winnie and Caesar are not very familiar with Filia and Vivian.

Philia didn't say anything more.

"Thank you very much, but please leave this matter to me. I will make good use of the information you provide."

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269. Experienced Information Dealer

"If I'm just looking for people, I think I should be able to find them all. It only takes some time. But if I want to catch them all in one fell swoop, I'm afraid it will still be difficult."

Thorne said.

“West Street is too big.”

Although "West Street" is called a "street," it doesn't refer to a single street. Rather, it encompasses the vast area where the impoverished and refugees live, work, and live. Few people outside of this area know much about the neighborhood. People here prefer to remain private, so places like taverns have become places for information exchange. For them, taverns are like adventurer's guilds.

However, if you want to get the latest first-hand information and use it to find a few specific people, it is still difficult.

"It's okay. I have people on standby here. As long as you can find them, leave the rest to me."

Filia said.

"Sometimes it's unavoidable to alert the enemy."

It's better than no progress at all.

After all, the current situation is quite urgent. No one knows whether the crazy necromancer will launch another attack, and if so, when.

"Then I'll go with you. I know where to find them."

Thorne said.

"No need, you just need to tell me where they are, and leave the rest to us."

Filia didn't want to involve Thorne and Ruth, but Thorne just smiled and didn't seem to be planning to back down. "Don't worry, even though I lost an arm, I was once a silver medalist after all."

Since Thorne said so, Filia couldn't say anything more.

"Then add me in," said Ruth.

"And me." Caesar also said.

"Me too..." Winnie was about to follow, but was interrupted by Thorne: "Winnie, you stay here. With you staying in the tavern, if the diners come and go and bring any new news, you can also tell us as soon as possible."

Not to mention the former silver medal adventurer Thorne, Ruth and Caesar were both among the top bronze medal adventurers. Even if they encountered danger, they would have no problem protecting themselves. But Winnie couldn't do that. Winnie was the youngest among them and had the weakest personal strength.

And the pub does need someone to look after it.

"Oh fine……"

Winnie looked a little reluctant, but she also knew that she might not be able to help much, so she didn't insist.

Ruth thought for a moment and said, "Speaking of which, if you want to catch all those businessmen in one fell swoop, I have a suggestion. Maybe you can go find someone first."

"Who are you looking for?"

"A man called 'Rat'."

Filia didn't say anything, she was thinking.

Vivian had never heard of this before, so she asked, "Does 'rat' refer to a person?"

"Well, a young man. That's what those who have seen him say," Ruth explained to Vivian. "'Rat' is quite famous on West Street. Although his strength isn't very good—it's said he once fought an alchemist and lost—but if you underestimate him for that reason, you'll undoubtedly be considered a fool by the people here. 'Rat' knows West Street better than anyone else."

As she spoke, Ruth had already begun to prepare. She wore the silver armed sword on her waist. This sword had been with her for a long time.

"He's... an information dealer?"

Vivian asked.

"Yes, the biggest information dealer on West Street."

Caesar added, hanging the quiver on his back. Caesar was only wearing a short bow and had no special protective gear on his body. His attention seemed to be focused on Filia who was walking in front of him - they were both archers, and Caesar actually felt that Filia was unusual when he saw her.

"But generally, the information that passes through him isn't very interesting. But in other words, the information he handles might be what Miss Livlet and Miss Trawins need."

The security in West Street is very bad. There are homeless people everywhere, some are native residents, and some are outsiders. No matter if they owe gambling debts, get into trouble, or are looking for women or hiring thugs, people always think of this place. This is where people who have stepped into the gray area for various reasons gather - for example, people like Lao Shu who sell all kinds of information. These information are not about where the wine tastes better, where there are women, or where to buy better weapons, but some more secretive things hidden under the surface.

Just like the filth and dirt buried deep within this neighborhood.

For the security team, West Street is like a garbage dump filled with broken glass and all kinds of hopeless scum. Working here is like rummaging through a garbage dump, and they will get their hands cut by glass from time to time, so no one is willing to take over the work here.

As a result, West Street became an ideal trading spot for many shady businesses. Business naturally requires patronage, so naturally, some people started buying and selling intelligence. Intelligence dealers are everywhere, and while most operate in a gray area, and some of the intelligence they provide is considered illegal, as long as they don't commit any crimes, local authorities will generally turn a blind eye.

That is Filia and Vivian’s goal this time—a skilled intelligence dealer can bring good efficiency.

"He's been doing this for several years, so finding him requires some connections."

Thorne thought for a moment and said.

"However, he also has his principles. First, he never betrays his employer's information, and second, he never opposes the Lord's Mansion. This allows him to thrive here."

Winnie asked curiously, "What if someone from the lord's mansion wants to buy information about his employer from him?"

Thorne glanced at Winnie and said, "Why do you have so many crooked ideas?"

Winnie stuck out her tongue.

In fact, Filia came here on behalf of the Lord's Mansion. The situation Winnie described coincided with the current situation, but no one thought it was a problem - as long as one was a normal person, they would not have a problem with the Lord's Mansion.

"But there's a problem now," Ruth said suddenly, "We haven't seen 'Rat', and it's not easy to find him without connections, especially in broad daylight. He also has a very strange principle: he never appears during the day, as he's called."

"That's not a problem," Filia shook her head, "I know where to find him."

It would indeed be more difficult to get started without connections, but it would be a different story if there were connections - Filia heard from Elsa that they caught a witch who had once controlled a hunter to find mice.

As long as the mouse can be found, Filia doesn't care how the hunter does it.

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270. It’s better to destroy it than give it to her

At the same time, in the darkness underground—

knock knock.

A dull sound echoed in the quiet and humid air. A pale-skinned man quickly walked to the innermost room and knocked on the door.

"Master, it's me."

He was one of the puppets, loyal to the man inside. The man opened his eyes at the sound, and saw a room engraved with magical patterns. The few candles had long been extinguished, leaving only a faint smell of wax in the air.

The man exhaled a long, stagnant breath, the cold air filling his throat. He didn't actually need to breathe, merely retaining a habit from his human days. He glanced at the inverted cross placed at the center of the magic circle before him, feeling the life force he had absorbed to exhaustion, and then feeling the still-slightly missing strength within him. He shook his head in slight disappointment.

He slowly stood up, thinking, and said casually: "The sacrifice has been prepared for me?"

He did not open the door, but took out the emerald crystal and began to slowly place it in several corners of the magic circle.

The puppet's hurried voice came from outside the door.

"No, not yet... I'm sorry, Master! We've already contacted the slave traders, and the goods are on the way. We will definitely prepare the sacrifice for you to gain power on time!"

The man just frowned slightly and his voice became deeper.

"Speed ​​up and bring me some more jade. You can go down now."

Nor did he blame the puppet.

The souls of these puppets had been transformed by magic, and they were all loyal to him. There was no reason to blame them - he might be able to vent his anger on these puppets, but the uneasiness and anger in his heart could only be temporarily erased. Meaningless emotional venting would accomplish nothing but a waste of time.

Now he just wanted to seize more power as quickly as possible, seize the teleportation array of the lord's mansion as quickly as possible, and leave this city.

This urgent feeling made him a little upset.

But the puppet outside the door did not leave.