But the lights in the village were still bright, and the villagers didn't seem to be sleepy at all.
Sherlock searched the entire village, but still could not find the mysterious man he imagined, nor could he find any suspicious aura.
If you can't find it, you have to find a way to force it out.
Although I don’t know the specific purpose of that mysterious man
But after putting all the effort into letting a whole village come to act with them, what they wanted was definitely not just their lives.
Judging from the experiences of everyone, it is more likely that they are just like those devils and are interested in their souls or something.
And just like the devil must first conclude a contract and fulfill the requirements before harvesting the soul, the mysterious man seems to have to satisfy the target's desires before taking action.
So, if he has a way to interrupt this process, he will most likely show up to stop him in order for the plan to proceed smoothly.
"Qiu'er! Hypnotic powder." Sherlock whispered.
The butterfly demon lord sealed in the Virgin Mary's coffin came out in response, spread his wings, and the crystal blue fine scale powder blew away with the wind.
The judgment value of Qiu'er's sleeping powder is extremely high. Once people with a constitution below 5 are inhaled into the body, without corresponding resistance bonus, they will immediately fall into drowsiness.
If everyone falls asleep, the scene cannot go on any longer.
"Hypnosis powder, it seems you have appeared." The voice suddenly came from the void, and a figure slowly walked out of the night.
Sherlock couldn't see through this man's attributes.
However, since the language spoken is Druid, then if nothing else happens, the basic profession is undoubtedly Druid.
This is also in line with his previous guess.
And if it's a druid, he should be able to speak regardless of his profession's camp preference or the concepts they share.
Sherlock composed himself: "Senior, we were chased by people from the Dark Temple and fled all the way here. If I have offended you unintentionally, I would like to apologize for myself and my friends in advance. I hope you can forgive our ignorance.
"
"Forgive?" The mysterious druid shook his head: "You have not offended me. I may even have led you here on purpose."
"Are you from the Dark Temple?"
"Can it be that druids on the main material plane can now believe in the Lady of Darkness?" the mysterious druid asked with a smile.
Only people from other planes would use the term main material plane in daily conversations. Sherlock couldn't help but guess: "Are you not from this plane?"
"Haha, you are indeed very smart, and it is not in vain for me to come here in person."
It turns out that he has always been in an alien plane. No wonder he couldn't find a trace of it no matter what. Sherlock suddenly realized in his heart, but responded without revealing any trace on the surface: "Isn't your appearance because of my hypnosis powder?"
"If you had thought of this method earlier, it would indeed be a bit troublesome, but now." The mysterious Druid was standing there, and two, four, and six palm-sized birds flew to his side.
This group of birds wears seven wings, and each has a human-shaped light ball in its pure white beak. If you look carefully, you can still faintly distinguish the appearance of Kiriuki and Kohaku.
Sherlock quickly glanced at his friend list, and sure enough, Muliuxi and the others had gone dark.
He thought something bad in his heart, and then he couldn't help but worry about Trisna: "What is this? What did you do to them?"
"Haven't you already guessed these two questions?"
Sherlock said solemnly: "Why are you doing this!"
"In order to save these fragile lives." The druid looked at the seven birds and said with a pleased smile.
"So you are willing to sacrifice other innocent lives." Sherlock asked sharply.
"If you sacrifice a few places to save thousands of people, or even save the entire world, what choice will you make?" The druid ignored Sherlock's anger.
"My friends are not the earth, and these birds do not represent the whole world."
"So you also agree with my concept?"
The druid didn't give Sherlock a chance to refute, and told himself a story: "Do you know the Path of Forgetfulness?"
"It was a very beautiful demiplane, with spring all year round, abundant products, no wars, no disasters, and all life living together in harmony and happiness.
And all of this is thanks to a very special creature in this plane, the forgetful bird.
The Forgetful Bird feeds on lust and negative emotions, and converts them into spiritual energy in the body and excretes them, thereby maintaining the stability of the entire plane.
However, one day, a devil broke in accidentally.
Kind-hearted people warmly received this visitor from another world, but instead caused a disaster that affected the entire plane.
While the devil hides his evil, he keeps spreading the seeds of evil in the dark.
In less than a year, the peace of Wangyou Path was completely broken, pure hearts were blinded by lust, and everyone fell into an inexplicable madness.
Even the worry-free bird was hunted and killed by people as a devil bird.
Fortunately, I went back in time and finally saved the last nest of Wangyou eggs.
It's just that the environment of Wangyou Trail is no longer suitable for the incubation and growth of Wangyou birds.
I had no choice but to come to the main material plane to raise them.
If we breed them into a large group of tens of thousands and bring them back, there may be a chance for Wangyou Trail to regain its former peace."
"Feel sorry!"
Knowing the truth, Shylock was certainly touched, but his philosophy and his natural way could not agree with the right approach after all.
"Your understanding of nature is too narrow." Druid also heard the determination in Sherlock's tone, and couldn't help but regretted: "After you have experienced enough things, you will find that you are only obsessed with
The rise and fall of a plane is so ridiculous.
I can see your talent as a druid. Your natural way should never be trapped in the main material plane. You should have a broader and vast future."
"A broader and vaster future?" Sherlock was a little confused.
"That's right, by becoming a member of our Greensinger sect, you can not only go on adventures in various major planes and demi-planes, but you can also take up a position as a hidden professional priest and conclude a contract with a plane." The mysterious Druid
The invitation was given and one's identity was revealed.
System prompt: Pastor Publius Silverwing invites you to join the Greensinger sect. Whether to join this choice will greatly affect the player's subsequent game progress. Please decide carefully.
