I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

"Wow." The red-bearded dwarf tapped his warhammer and let out a satisfied sigh, his expression as if he had spotted a long-desired treasure while browsing a market.

“That’s exactly what it looks like.” He grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, and nodded to the guards behind him. “The High Priest likes good-looking humans like this.”

The red-bearded dwarf pointed his short, stubby fingers at Anna and Lisa, his rough voice carrying an uncompromising tone:

"Little girl, leave obediently and leave this man behind, and I might let you go."

Lynn: "..."

Wait a moment.

Did he mishear something?

wrong.

You heard right.

It seems that the red-bearded dwarf's target really is him.

Only now did Lynn understand a question he had never thought about before.

So this is how women feel when they are sexually assaulted?

"My name is Gron Copperhammer." The red-bearded dwarf patted his chest, his tone extremely arrogant. "I'm the local bully in the Northern Valley of the Duchy of Toussaint, understand? Here, I'm the one who calls the shots."

He glanced at Lynn up and down again, his eyes growing more and more satisfied.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this face, so fair and clean, with such beautiful eyes. The High Priest will surely be pleased to see it."

Gron Copperhammer rubbed his rough hands together, his expression suggesting he was calculating how to price the goods.

“If you know what’s good for you,” he said, raising his chin, “you’ll get off your horse yourself and not let the brothers hurt your face.”

Lynn took a deep breath.

He wanted to say something, but he suddenly noticed that Anna in front of him had lowered her head slightly.

Anna is smiling.

Lisa, standing next to her, had already turned her head away, covering her mouth with one hand, her shoulders shaking even more violently.

Lynn: "..."

Fine.

So he's the only one who doesn't find this funny, right?

Gron Copperhammer clearly mistook Lynn's silence for fear.

He snorted smugly, tapped the ground with the wooden handle of his warhammer, and waved to those behind him.

"Stop standing there, everyone come out!"

The voice just fell.

Above the stone wall, rows of dwarf figures suddenly appeared.

A dozen or so dwarves stood on the rooftops of the houses on both sides, all holding crossbows, their dark arrows aimed at Lynn and his two companions.

Lynn's smile vanished instantly.

He subconsciously used his identification skills.

[Race: Copper Mountain Dwarf]

[Level: 34]

[Sanity Value: 61]

His gaze swept quickly over the more dwarf archers, and messages popped up one by one.

A dozen or so level 30 dwarf archers?

Lynn's pupils contracted slightly.

This data isn't a threat to him at level 55, but that's not the problem.

The problem is, this is unreasonable.

What does level 30+ mean?

In Orentia, an adventurer of level 30 or so is already considered a mid-level player.

Lisa is only level 38.

In this remote valley village, a dozen or so level 30 dwarf archers could be easily pulled out.

More importantly, in Toussaint, where the plague was rampant, these dwarves not only did not contract the disease, but their sanity also remained at a relatively stable level.

Anna clearly noticed the problem as well, and her expression became serious.

"Lynn, something's wrong with these dwarves."

“I know,” Lynn said in a low voice, but he did not intend to use the Wan Hai Tong Ge technique directly.

“Lord Gron,” he began, trying to keep his tone calm. “I have a question.”

Gron Copperhammer raised his messy red eyebrows: "Speak."

“We came from Orentia, and along the way, Toussaint was ravaged by plague.” Lynn stared into Gronn’s eyes. “From the border to here, all the humans either fled, fell ill, or died.”

He paused.

“But you all look perfectly fine.”

Upon hearing this, Gron Copperhammer was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a loud, rough laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

“You’re quite smart.” Groon looked at Lynn with a condescending attitude.

"It won't hurt to tell you, since you can't escape anyway."

He patted his chest.

“We are the servants of the Lord of the Abyss.”

As soon as he said those words, Lynn felt Anna's expression change instantly.

Lord of the Abyss.

Lynn was all too familiar with those four words.

Theodore, the bishop of Windbreak City, was the being he attempted to summon when he was driven to the brink of despair. Even a single projection of him possessed power approaching that of a demigod.

And these dwarves in front of us claim to be its retinue?

"Under the protection of the Lord of the Abyss, how could a mere mortal plague possibly harm us?" Gron Copperhammer's tone was full of superiority. He glanced at Lynn's face again and clicked his tongue twice.

"But you're obviously from out of town; you don't know anything."

“Be a good boy and become our High Priest’s plaything, and you won’t get sick.” As he said this, he patted his chest rather generously. “I will absolutely guarantee your safety; I mean what I say.”

Lynn: "..."

He really wanted to correct something.

Given the choice between being someone else's "plaything" and not getting sick, he would rather get sick.

But he didn't rush to speak.

This "high priest" is probably no ordinary person.

“Lord Gron,” Lynn spoke again, “who is the High Priest you speak of?”

A look of near-reverence appeared on Groon's face.

“That is an existence directly blessed by the Lord of the Abyss. In the entire Northern Sui Valley, no, in the entire northern border of Toussaint, only the High Priest can communicate directly with the Abyss.”

He raised his finger and pointed to the deepest part of the dwarf village in the distance.

Lynn looked in the direction he was looking and saw a stone building that was clearly taller than the other buildings at the very end of the village.

The building's surface was covered with densely packed runes, which shimmered with a dark purple light in the sunlight.

Dark purple.

It was exactly the same color as the plague spots.

“Your Highness Anna,” Lynn said in a very low voice, “did you see the runes on that building?”

Anna nodded gently.

“The color is the same as the plague spots, and the runes... I’ve seen similar ones before.”

Where?

"Mount Nicholas".

Anna's voice was very soft.

“These are the runes inscribed on the altar when cultists open the gates of hell.”

A thought flashed through Lynn's mind.

This plague that swept through the entire Duchy of Toussaint was not a natural disaster, but a calamity sent from the abyss.

This high priest was very likely one of the sources of this plague.

"Alright, alright, enough nonsense." Gron Copperhammer waved his hand impatiently. "Kid, don't be stubborn and ask for trouble. Get off your horse right now, or I guarantee you won't lose a piece of your flesh."

He turned and waved to Anna and Lisa, his tone as casual as if he were shooing away flies.

"You two young ladies, hurry up and leave. Our High Priest has no interest in women, only in handsome human young men. Although you are not bad looking, you don't fit her taste."

Anna remained expressionless.

Lisa's temples had started throbbing.

After the initial sense of absurdity, Lynn had calmed down.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Gron Copperhammer and landing on the stone building deep in the village that emitted a dark purple light.

“Your Highness Anna,” he said softly, “I feel I need to go and see.”

If these dwarves are connected to the plague, bypassing them would be tantamount to letting the disaster continue to spread, and the number of refugees still struggling on the road, the old people and children locked outside the city gates waiting to die, and the corpses that have already turned to bones would continue to increase.

“Okay.” Anna nodded gently.

After receiving Anna's response, Lynn looked down at the impatient red-bearded dwarf with his hands on his hips.

"Lord Gron."

"Ok?"

"You said your high priest likes handsome human men?"

Gron Copperhammer nodded vigorously, looking completely matter-of-fact.

Lynn's smile deepened.

"Then take me to meet him."

Chapter 106 The Strange High Priest

"Hahaha! Good lad, you know what's good for you!" Gron Copperhammer slapped his thigh hard. "I knew you were a smart man."

He turned and waved to the archers on the stone wall, and the dwarf archers all lowered their crossbows.

Lynn flipped off the unicorn.

Anna turned her head slightly and said softly, "Be careful."

Lynn smiled at her and lowered her voice: "Don't worry, if a fight breaks out, I'll run faster than anyone else."

“We’ll be waiting for you not far away,” Anna said calmly. “If you don’t come out within two hours…”

“I’ll be out within two hours.” Lynn patted the unicorn’s neck. “Let’s go.”

The Holy Spirit Unicorn let out a soft breath, seemingly reluctant, but still obediently carried Anna and turned around.

Lisa gave Lynn one last deep look before spurring her horse to follow.

The two men and their horse gradually disappeared into the distance.

"Alright, alright, the girls are gone. Now come with me." Gron Copperhammer waved his hand and turned to walk into the village.