As they walked into the tavern, Guerrerogan looked up. He held a rolled tube with a big hand. He threw it directly at Bai En.

"Next," he said.

Bai En grabbed the pipe from the air and immediately recognized what it was. The rough parchment was the same as the warning notice they had received earlier, that is, the notice that warned them that the engineering school was attacked by the enemy. He hurriedly opened the letter, and found that it was still the same semi-literate scribble, which was not surprising at all:

Friends-be warned !! The evil fried ratmen-the Pestiran plot to plot a play in your city, may the devil eat the internal organs there. I don't know where or how they plan to do it. I can only tell the mud to be careful about the fruit of the pimple. Mud friend.

"It was sent when you were out," Grerogan said.

"Is the same messenger?" "No, another beggar. Said it was given to him by a monk."

"Do you believe what he said?"

"I have no reason not to believe, humans. I asked him to tell me where he met this monk. It was near the last place where the message was passed.

"Do you think we should check the sewers in that area?"

"What are you talking about, Bane?" Eliza asked. "Ratman," Guerrero said harshly, and the girl's face turned white.

"Is that the monster that attacked the pub that night?"

"Their kind".

"What do they have to do with you and Bai En?"

"I don't know, girl. I also hope I can know. We seem to be involved in some battles between them."

"I hope you didn't tell me this."

"I also hope you didn't tell her," Bai En echoed.

"Do you think they will attack this blind pig tavern again?" Eliza asked worriedly. She glanced at the doors and windows, as if she might be attacked at any time.

"I doubt it." Gray Logan said with a shrug. "If they do, we will kill them again."

Elisa sat down in the chair beside the dwarf. He tilted his head and smiled, revealing a few missing teeth. "Don't worry, girl. Nothing will hurt you."

Normally, Brian wouldn't think that Gray Rogan's appearance or words were a reassuring scene, but his words seemed to calm Elisa.

"Do you think this ratman has anything to do with this new plague?" Bai En whispered, hoping no one would hear him.

"Our mouse friends seem to want us to believe this."

"Then why didn't he tell us directly?" Bai En looked at the letter again, trying to find out from the misspelled words, but he got nothing.

"Maybe he doesn't know it anymore, man." Grerogan tilted his head and thought about it.

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Tangul stared at his divination crystal. However, this is useless. He still couldn't find the plague monks and their **** cauldron, which alone could not reassure him. As a prophet with extraordinary skills, after proper rituals and sufficient respect to the devil, he should be able to easily discover the religious handicraft with its power. However, on the contrary, he could not find the trace of it or its owner anywhere. This made Tangul keenly aware that they were using their magic to cover their tracks. He knew that Villebris-Nure was a powerful wizard in his own right, and he would surely enchant himself with magic. Another piece of evidence of his betrayal-as if it still needs some evidence!

Of course, the traitor would claim that he used magic to escape the investigation of human authorities, but Tangul could see through these obvious tricks. He was not born yesterday. The plague monks just tried to hide themselves from their legitimate leaders until they were able to implement their plans and claimed that they had gained groundless glory.

Tangul knew he had to stop this incident at all costs-of course, to enforce the decree of the Modu Commission. He must find another way to locate his prey. He wondered whether the dwarf and his human allies had taken any action. Or are they too stupid to do nothing without Tangul?

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Bai En hurried through the darkness in his cloak. He stopped and looked back, then touched the copper ball censer filled with incense pills by his throat. The smell of fresh excrement wafted from the window above. He was afraid of stepping on his feet, just as he was afraid of falling into the decaying garbage dump on the street.

He wondered why all the houses were not connected to the sewers. Why did people still insist on throwing garbage and dirt on the streets? He realized that the long journey through the wilderness with Grerogan changed him. Before that, he had lived in the black tower, and he had never even noticed that the streets of the city were full of garbage, and more importantly, he had never noticed the droppings suddenly dropped from the top of the club. He stopped to listen for a while.

Is that the sound of footsteps in the distance? Has anyone followed him? He raised his ears to hear if there was any sound, but heard nothing.

Silence did not reassure him. This is one of Heidelberg's richest cities, but even the richest people will not travel in the dark without bodyguards. Robbers and robbers are everywhere. It's not just the possibility of daily robbery that worries Bai En. Since the night the Ratman attacked the tavern, he worried that he would be ambushed by the Ratman assassin again. He was convinced that he had survived their last attack entirely by luck, and he knew very well how quickly a person's luck changed.

Nevertheless, he felt that the potential severity of the situation made him necessary to risk crossing these dark streets. He needs help, and he only knows that there is someone who can provide the help he needs. The door he was looking for was right in front of him. Dr. Paparoni-Dreixler is an expert in disease research. He may be able to tell Beane some useful things, if this rat-man is really behind the plague outbreak ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He knew that the man probably thought he was crazy, but he was prepared to take the risk. He is powerless against his enemies, so he needs a person to deal with this disgusting plague as he wields his sword against the enemy. What he needs is knowledge, and Drexler gives him the impression that he is likely to possess this knowledge.

He reached for the handle of the doorbell. He noticed that it was shaped like a grinning gargoyle head. On its own, this situation is not uncommon, but in the dark and dense fog, this situation is sometimes disturbing. He heard footsteps in the building, and a peephole in the door clicked open. A faint light appeared, flush with Bai En's eyes.

"Who is it?" A voice asked. Bai En recognized the voice as belonging to Drexler's servant.

"I am Brian. I want to see Dr. Drexler."

"Is something urgent?"

Bai En thought for a while before answering: "Yes!"

"Be far away from the door, be careful. We have weapons in us."

Bai En did as instructed. He heard the huge door latch being pulled apart and the barking of a huge dog. Obviously, the doctor did not want to take his own safety risk, and Bai En would not blame him for it. Such preventive measures are wise in the big cities of the Marnus Empire.

"Take your hood and cloak away and stand where I can see you."

Bai En did what he said, a beam of light shone on his face. He saw that the old man recognized him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai En," the servant said respectfully. "You know, one cannot be too careful these days."

"I totally agree," Bai En said. "Now take me to see your master. I have something urgent to find him."