I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Nora glanced at him.

"can."

She stood up, walked to the wall, and lifted a tattered cloth hanging on it.

Behind the cloth was another map, much larger than the one on the table.

That was the entire view of Holy Song City.

Every street, every square, every building was clearly marked.

Nora turned her head and looked at Lynn.

"But before I tell you, you need to do me a favor first."

Chapter 122 The Abyss Bishop

"But before I tell you, you need to do me a favor first."

Nora turned her head and looked at Lynn.

The room was quiet, with only the flickering flame of the oil lamp.

Sain stood to the side, silent, but his tense body spoke volumes. In this underground resistance organization, Nora's will was everything.

Lynn was not surprised.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; if you want to obtain information, you naturally have to pay the corresponding price. He was just curious about what kind of demands the other party would make.

"What kind of help?"

“It’s very simple.” Nora pulled a simple map from under the pile of messy papers on the table and pushed it in front of Lynn.

"Three kilometers outside of Holy Song City, there is a place called Greystone Town."

"After the cult occupied the city of Holy Song, they drove all the civilians infected with the plague there, then sent troops to seal it off and left them to fend for themselves."

She pointed to a circled spot on the map.

“The people inside have been without food for several days. I want you to secretly send them a batch of food.”

Lynn looked at the map but did not respond immediately.

Nora seemed to see through his concerns and continued, "I know what you're worried about. The Ironscale Dragon Riders are the ones blocking the town. Their commander, Hagen, is a very troublesome guy. He's level 63 and brutal."

“Our people tried to get close before, but suffered heavy losses, and have never dared to operate outside the city since.”

"Your skills are quite good. Just be careful and avoid Hagen's patrols. Deliver the food to the outskirts of town, and the residents inside will find a way to come out and get it themselves."

After Nora finished speaking, she waited quietly for Lynn's reply.

Sain's gaze also fell on Lynn. He had personally experienced the power of those dragon riders; they were not beings to be trifled with.

He felt a little guilty about letting an outsider take such a risk.

However, Lynn's reaction surprised all of them.

He was silent for a few seconds, then looked up with a strange expression on his face.

"Um... if the dragon rider commander you're talking about is named Hagen..."

Lynn paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"I may have already killed him."

"Also, the plague in the town should be cleared out as well."

Sain's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.

Nora frowned, staring intently at Lynn, as if trying to discern the truth of his words from his expression.

"What did you say?"

“Hagen is a level 63 dragon knight, and you…”

A level 55 warlock killed a level 63 dragon knight?

This doesn't sound like reality; it sounds more like the ramblings of a drunkard in a tavern.

"Are you kidding me?" Nora's voice turned cold. "I don't have time to play this boring game with you."

Lynn did not argue.

He simply took a ring out of his pocket and tossed it over casually.

It was a rough-looking black iron ring, with some dried dark bloodstains on it.

Nora instinctively caught it; it was icy cold to the touch.

She only glanced at it before freezing in place.

The inner band of the ring is clearly engraved with a coiled, iron-scaled dragon.

That was the unique identification mark of the commander of the Ironscale Dragon Cavalry Regiment.

“This…” Nora’s fingers trembled slightly.

She immediately channeled a wisp of magic into the ring, activating its spatial storage function, and the contents were clearly presented to her senses.

A spare set of dragoon armor, several transfer orders stamped with the kingdom's military seal, and... Hagen's knighthood badge.

it is true.

When Nora looked up and then at Lynn, her doubts had vanished.

This person really killed Hagen.

And judging from his appearance, he seemed... quite relaxed?

"smoothly?"

These two words kept echoing in Nora's mind.

A formidable enemy that rendered her resistance forces helpless and forced them to cower in the sewers was, in this person's words, merely a troublesome problem that could be dealt with "casually."

Who exactly is he?

“You just said… you can also cure the plague?” Nora forced herself to calm down and grasped another, more crucial piece of information.

"Hmm." Lynn nodded. "It's a kind of healing spell."

He did not explain the Sirens' abilities in detail, but simply attributed everything to the sorcerer's special abilities.

Talent.

Nora's gaze towards Lynn completely changed. If she could keep him here to fight the Order together... Once this thought arose, she could no longer suppress it.

But she did not make this request immediately.

She knew that with this kind of person, any coercion or scheming would likely backfire. She had to show genuine sincerity.

"Looks like I won't need your help anymore." Nora gave a self-deprecating laugh and returned the ring to Lynn.

"In that case, I can tell you what you want to know now."

She stood up, walked to the wall, and yanked off the tattered hanging cloth.

A detailed map of Holy Song City was laid out before Lynn.

“The cult occupied this place three weeks ago. Their leader, a guy who calls himself the Bishop of the Abyss, directly took over the city lord's manor and turned it into the core of the altar.”

Nora pointed her finger at the most prominent group of buildings in the center of the map.

“The entire Holy Song City is now a giant human sacrifice site.”

“Every day they would take civilians from the city and execute them publicly in the square, using their blood and souls to nourish the altar.”

"Nobles, commoners, merchants... once they set their sights on someone, no one can escape."

"The city's guard force, apart from the traitors who defected to them, was mostly purged."

"The city is now heavily guarded by the Order's patrols and the monsters they summon. Our people can't get close to the core area at all."

Nora spoke quickly, revealing everything she knew without reservation.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and looked at Lynn solemnly.

"Lynn, I don't know what your real purpose is in coming to Holy Song City. But now, on behalf of Burning Fire and the more than three hundred survivors in the sewers, I formally request your help."

"I hope you can stay and help us."

Linn was silent.

The information provided by Nora confirmed Anna's previous guesses and gave him a clearer understanding of the situation in the city.

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

A high-level summoning ritual, a city transformed into an altar, and an abyss bishop of unknown identity.

Anna must be told about this immediately.

“I need to discuss this with my partner,” Lynn replied.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Nora's face, but she quickly masked it and nodded.

"Of course, there's more than one exit in the sewers. Sain will tell you the other routes."

She paused, then added, "If you've made up your mind, you can come back to me anytime. The door to the Flame is always open to you."

"it is good."

Lynn didn't say anything more and turned to walk out.

Sain nodded to him and followed behind him, leading him to another, more secluded passage.

Only after Lynn's figure completely disappeared into the darkness did Nora slowly sit back down in her chair. She stared at the paper with the flame drawn on it on the table, remaining silent for a long time.

A mysterious warlock who can easily slay a level 63 dragon knight and cure plagues on a large scale...

Will he come back?

……

Wearing an invisibility cloak, Lynn silently returned to the surface through an abandoned well.

Night had fallen, and the town was silent.

He determined the direction and quickly headed towards the temporary camp outside the city.

As he approached the camp, he could see two figures sitting by the campfire in the distance.

Anna remained in meditation, enveloped in a holy glow that made her appear otherworldly.

Lisa, holding the adamantine longsword, sat beside Anna, warily watching the surrounding darkness.

Lynn slowed down and deactivated his invisibility.

His appearance immediately startled Lisa.

The disciplinary nun stood up almost instantly, her hand on the hilt of her sword, her dark eyes filled with vigilance.

But when she saw that the person was Lynn, the sharp killing intent vanished instantly, and a panic that felt unfamiliar to her arose from her heart.

Her body tensed involuntarily, her cheeks flushed, and the events that had occurred in the tent the previous night uncontrollably flashed through her mind.

That kiss, those hands that roamed over her body...

Lynn found it somewhat amusing to see her looking both embarrassed and angry, yet trying to maintain her composure.

He didn't say anything, but walked towards her, and then, under her somewhat flustered gaze, walked past her and went straight to Anna.

Anna opened her eyes as well, her beautiful pupils gleaming softly in the firelight.

"came back?"

"Ah."

Lynn sat down next to her and recounted everything he had seen and heard in the sewers, as well as the information he had received from Nora.

Anna frowned slightly when she heard Lynn mention the resistance group called "Burning Fire" and their request for help.

"You want to help them?"

“I haven’t decided yet,” Lynn said, looking at the flickering campfire. “But we can’t ignore the situation in Holy Song City.”

The abyss bishop and the enormous altar of living people both made him feel a strong sense of threat.