"Jim, why are there so many adventurers coming to my territory? Do you know what's the reason?"

At the headquarters of the Dragon Hunting Gang, Finch looked at his subordinate who had just been catching up from outside, and he needed an explanation.

It is obvious that this third-level warrior who once brought back the head of a two-legged flying dragon was in a very bad mood. As for why it was not good, only he knew it in his heart.

"Boss, it is said that Flander's commission was completed! Then the mage used [traceability] to discover that the murderer who killed Flander was the rat man in the sewer."

"So the Duruen family issued a commission order to clear out the rats in the sewer and avenge their young Fland!"

"It is said that an ordinary rat man was entrusted to have a head worth twenty copper coins, and the rat man who has reached the level is worth three silver coins... Adventurers are crazy."

"He came to the Black Street sewer with sacks and picked up money."

"Even the people in our gang have a lot of people going down the sewer to try some money~."

The lean man with a mottled scar on his face from his eyelids to his lips.

He quickly reported what he knew to the unquestionable strongest man, Fincher, in the south of the Black Street.

Finch's expression became more and more gloomy as he heard it. Until the back, water almost dripped out of it, without a humming sound.

Jim, who was so scared that he could only hunch his waist and wait for Finch to give the order.

"It's okay, you go, restrain the gang members and don't have conflicts with those outside adventurers!"

Finch finally calmed down and said to Jim lightly.

"Yes! Boss! I'll inform my brothers now, don't have conflicts with those adventurers."

Jim was as if he was granted an amnesty and quickly received the order and went out. He sighed more and more in his heart, as if his eldest aura had become much stronger.

At least as a second-level [elite wanderer], he was a little uneasy. I am afraid that even [hidden] could not be able to do it in front of him.

Finch inside didn't stay at the headquarters for long, so he left the territory of the Dragon Hunting Gang and went straight to the second floor of a Thorn Hotel in the civilian area.

I walked to the end of the corridor and knocked on the wooden door and said softly.

"Mr. Vimil, are you there? I'm Finch!"

This name is the name of the old woman in black robe who accompanied Finch to investigate the scene in the Black Street.

However, what came from the room was a young and delicate female voice, with laziness and mystery.

"Finch? What's the matter? Come in! Scream~"

The pleasant tone was a bit long, and obviously, she was in a good mood.

The hotel door opened automatically. Finch looked at the corridor and found that there was no one before entering the room.

As soon as he entered the door, Finch saw a young black-haired woman with a slim figure lying on the bed, holding a glass of red liquid with her weak and boneless hands. Her eyes were facing him and she smiled evilly.

However, Fincher only dared to take a look at this woman who had rejuvenated within a few days.

This is a unique ability of the evil god sect of the [Oritosnake]. It uses vitality to cure injuries, and then regain its old age and restore its youthful appearance like a snake shedding its skin.

But I heard that it was the first time Finch saw him.

He lowered his head respectfully and said.

"Mr. Vimil must have received the grace of God~, it's really enviable."

"What's the matter with me? Tell me!"

Still lazy and comfortable voice, Vimil put his straight and slender legs together and raised a curve.

Instead of answering Finch's words, she adjusted her lying position, placed the wine glass at the bedside table, then looked at the third-level warrior in front of her, waiting for his answer.

For some reason, Finch always felt that Vimil was greedy in his eyes, but now he was thinking about the turmoil of the black street and didn't care much about Vimil's strangeness.

"There are many adventurers coming to the Black Street now. I'm afraid...whether the serpent god's sacrifice is to be...?"

Finch was obviously caught off guard by the sudden adventurer and panic.

But this is normal.

After all, anyone who wants to be a sacrifice to the evil god will be a little upset when they meet a creature like an adventurer swaying under their noses.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

The originally lazy woman immediately sat upright. Apart from the villains in the black street, where did the adventurers do?

Finch didn't dare to keep it a secret, and told Vimil in front of him what happened today.

After listening to Finch's story, Vimil, who was wearing only a silky nightgown, leaned back leisurely.

"Don't worry, nothing is wrong. They cleared theirs. We are preparing for ours. It's still unknown if the Rat Man can last for three months."

"When the storm passes away, the sewer is still the empty sewer, just like before."

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Vimil returned to his indifferent appearance and said softly, but she still reminded Finch.

"Don't act rashly during this period. It's not too late to wait until the storm has passed. Three months is enough."

"I know, Lord Vimil."

Finch nodded respectfully and wanted to leave.

But as he was about to turn around, a pair of white lotus arms rested on his shoulders, and his cold fingers touched his neck, making a chill.

The fragrance of breathing like orchids comes to the nose, bringing the charming sound.

"Since I'm here, I haven't enjoyed it for a long time. Come and lie down!"

Finch's eyes flashed with fear, wanting to say something, and wanting to break free from her surroundings.

But I found that the body that originally belonged to me had no response at this moment, and I couldn't help but walk onto the soft velvet bed like a robot, lying down.

"Mr. Vimil! Please don't do this..."

His words were full of panic. He obviously knew that his sudden encounter was not a good thing.

This priest belongs to the evil god sect [Otabola], Vimil.

However, in the southern Principality, there were horrific rumors of sucking twenty or thirty people dry.

He didn't want to lose his eternal advancement because of a joy.

"Don't worry, I'll have standards. After all, I still need your help now, right?"

The charming voice of the evil god priest came, and it also had an undeniable meaning.

With her strength to fully restore the fourth-level [Blasphemy Priest] now, it is enough for these third-level warriors to listen to her words and let her mercy.

"Come on, enjoy it!"

Accompanied by the pleasant female voice and the humiliating expression that Fincher's regretful expression was almost overflowing.

A happy feast quietly rose in a hotel.

......

The sewer, commission orders have fermented, and adventurers are rushing to the black street from all over Carando.

However, most of them are still in the southwest, which does not blend with the area where Gordon is located.

What they were going to hunt was rat people, not the worthless goblins.

So, when Nina came back from Fran's alchemy shop, Gotton realized that the situation in the sewer has begun to change.

However, this incident was also expected by Ge Dun. After all, the murderer must be punished. Originally, he thought it was a team of adventurers who came down and just wanted to get rid of it.

However, I didn't expect that the Duruen family had such a big deal, and directly used the bounty mode to make the rat-man tribe in the Kalando sewer destroy the race.

......

While thinking about the sewer situation and its impact on the Black Fire Clan, it played with the small bottle of blue liquid handed over by Nina.

This is the [Invisibility Potion] brought to him by Nina. It is said that after swallowing, a creature with a size of no more than two meters can completely disappear into the air, but the action will make a sound.

Gordon didn't think long, and it finally summoned Grush.

Let it take back all the goblin scouts who were monitoring the kobolds outside.

Now, there is no capital to conflict with adventurers yet.

Its optimal solution is to avoid the limelight, isn't it...

The black scaled dragon lying on the side on hundreds of gold coins poured out of the dimensional bag.

Squinted his eyes, while enjoying the cleaning of his scales by the dragon girl in a rag soaked in hot water~ while thinking comfortably.

Occasionally, I turned around and was as lazy as a salted fish lying on the ground, motionless.
Chapter completed!