In Monaghan's room, six members of the "Black Thorns Mercenary Group" gathered here.

Around a table, discussing related incidents about the "primitive moon" cultists.

The atmosphere is a bit dull, the closed doors and windows cut off the cool autumn breeze, and the burning candlelight made the room more sultry.

"Heh~"

Lucid, who was sitting at the end of the table, couldn't help but yawn.

I don't know why, whenever I encounter something similar to a meeting, I feel sleepy inexplicably.

Probably because of the topic.

What has just been discussed is mostly about the aftermath.

No wonder she is not interested.

"Heh~"

Feeling sleepy, she couldn't help but yawned again.

This attracted Monaghan's big eyes, but he did not reprimand her on the spot.

At this moment, Monaghan's complexion was already a lot rosy compared to before, no longer the pale and weak feeling of kidney deficiency.

The look in his eyes has also returned to the previous depth, which is much more durable than the bleak, dead fish eyes before.

"cough!"

He coughed slightly and started the next topic...

After pondering for a moment, he solemnly said:

"I suspect that there are other blasphemers who worship the "primitive moon" hidden in the town of Morse."

"..."

Lucid sneered at his remarks.

There is no "primitive moon" believer in Morse town.

This was confirmed when she was in charge of the "primitive moon" before.

If it does exist, it is also a false believer.

But this also triggered her thinking.

Why do these false believers have to pretend to be "cultists"?

What are the benefits of this special cat? Are you greedy for my mooncakes?

What is their motivation?

While Lucid was thinking about it, he heard Monaghan's worried remarks:

"According to our investigation, this confirmed cultist settled in Morse three years ago and started working as a waiter in the hotel the following year..."

"This means that the "blasphemers" may have premeditated, and there should be more than one in number."

After a pause, he added:

"I think we should investigate the circles he usually comes into contact with, and completely eradicate the "blasphemers" in the small town of Morse!"

With a slight frown, Lucid had a faint feeling of something wrong.

In the small town of Morse, there are no so-called "primitive moon" followers at all!

If, as Monaghan said, these people have been planning for at least three years, then what is their purpose?

Since they are not cultists, what kind of organization will they be?

"Tsk! Can't figure it out..."

Lucid scratched his head blankly, stopped thinking, and muttered softly:

"I always think I'm the same as the curly baboon..."

"Puff......"

Coincidentally, her low mutter was heard by Karen next to her, which made her laugh.

"..."

Lucid felt a little speechless when he touched his nose.

Okay, although I didn't do anything serious since I came to Morse Town, but you can't laugh at me!

But thinking back to what he had done on his face, he couldn't help but touch his nose again.

After I came to Morse, I was first "misguided in divination" on the bright side, and then paddling, watching a play, paddling again, watching a play...

It seems to be no different from the curly baboon.

Although he is actually the well-deserved master c, others don't know it!

There is no way to explain it.

So angry!

Lucid felt wronged and couldn't help standing up and leaning slightly, whispering:

"I'll go to the bathroom."

...

After a while, after putting away the little black book, she happily left the bathroom and returned to her original seat.

At this time, Monaghan was already making a final summary. After seeing "Frein" sitting down, he said in a deep voice:

"We worked in three groups, investigating different aspects of Morse town."

"I was with Walter, Curtis was with Karen, and Morris was with Frhein."

Except for Lucid and Morris, no one else had any objections.

The performance of Morris is the most obvious.

She glanced at "Flein" disgustingly, and then as if thinking of something, her cheeks quickly turned red.

Seeing this, the corners of Lucid's mouth twitched slightly after all, and there was an urge to curse on the spot.

In fact, she was also resistant to teaming up with Morris.

But it didn't show up on the surface, it looked indifferent.

…………

The efficiency of the "night watcher" is not the same as that of other "official institutions."

After the meeting ended at noon, the "night watchers" began to take action at Moyo in the afternoon.

Seeing the heroic Morris in the uniform of the "sheriff", Lucid couldn't help but curl his lips.

Since she is still a "civilian" at the moment, there is no uniform that belongs to her.

Dressed as a "sheriff" with a black background and a white grid, the blond female swordsman became more heroic.

For a moment, Lucid was a little greedy.

Licking his lips, he thought to himself:

"When will I be able to become normal..."

The uniform of the "sheriff" is really handsome!

In this way, Lucid followed the blond "sheriff" and set off.

Their team is responsible for investigating the usual life trajectories of the "waiters" and the circles they touched by social contacts.

Walking on the streets of the small town of Morse, there is an inexplicable sense of leisure.

The streets are still lively scenes of people coming and going, and it doesn't seem to be affected by the previous events.

The air is filled with the aroma of grains, and bags of golden wheat are packed into carts, which is a good harvest.

Carriages full of bulging burlap bags drove slowly into the distance along the old streets.

The two walked on the street in tandem, but they became Lucid in the front and Morris in the back.

Holding a rolling pin that served as a "stick", Lucid felt a little hot on his cheeks.

When she reached a fork in the road, she was about to start divination ~lightnovelpub.net~ but she suddenly smelled a scent.

The smell of "altar"!

It is the smell of blood mixed with a hint of rancidity.

"In Morse, there are other "false believers"!"

She suddenly stiffened and thought about it suspiciously:

It is impossible to fight, it is impossible to fight in this life.

The one who had tossed himself up before, I'm afraid that I might not be overwhelmed by another one.

After all, she didn't want to use the authority of the "primitive moon" anymore.

Last time, I didn’t know what kind of **** luck I had left and I didn’t “die on the spot”.

As soon as his eyes turned, Lucid decided to use traditional arts.

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