Chapter 552 The few clues

"It's puzzling."

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"It's puzzling."

"It's indeed puzzling, Buckman," the Dark Weaver glanced at his two companions, and then turned his gaze back to the cultist, "You say everything is meaningless, and you expect to enjoy the grace alone - what's the point?"

Buckman did not answer, he knew that no matter how he explained this thing, it would not work, so it would be better to stop here. He just wanted to use the power of these shadow spirits, and the preaching would naturally be done by the lower-level "Ashes Priests".

Although those priests were lower than his level, they were the mouthpieces of their masters outside the delusion - they could publicize the existence of their masters without revealing relevant information. And at his level, once he continued to do these things, it would be easy to reveal the details of his master.

At this stage, this is unacceptable.

"Well, if you have no objection, wait here for a while," Buckman stood up, turned around and prepared to disappear into the darkness, "I will inform you when there is a result."

"Be patient, this process will not take too long."

"What if the 'God's Side' you mentioned also has his own plan and forcibly recruits you?" The Dark Weaver suddenly asked, "According to what you said, you should obey his orders, right?"

"Don't worry about these details, I will find a way to make our goals consistent," Buckman waved his hand back, "Now I have more important things to do, goodbye."

"Your friend doesn't seem to be very trustworthy."

When Buckman's breath completely disappeared, one of the Shadow Spirit twins spoke up: "Maybe we shouldn't cooperate with him, but should directly find the current lord of the delusion."

"If the news sent back by the soul merchants is not too biased, the relationship between the lord and Purgatory is not very good now. If we help If we are busy, maybe we can get Yelena back from him directly. "

"We have had friction with each other before, compatriot," said the Dark Weaver lightly, "and you should separate public and private affairs more clearly. Just like me and Buckman, although we have completely different goals, this does not prevent us from having similar aesthetics in the art of torture and becoming friends because of this."

"The lord may have disagreements with Purgatory because of something, but this will not affect his personal relationship with Yelena - otherwise she should have been driven out long ago. We are asking for it, it is more like walking into a trap."

"Then we-"

"Wait, no matter what the result is, we can always wait for the opportunity, right? We can always wait for the opportunity."

"...Yes."

...

"Unfortunately, we can't provide you with more clues."

In the church, the morning sunlight shines through the window into a room on the side, where several former members of the Grazite Order are in it, accepting Ron's questioning.

They had no subjective intention to harm the fantasy land, and objectively no longer had such ability, so considering their current physical condition, Ron allowed them to answer questions while lying or sitting.

Beside him, a spirit imprisoned in a special magic device was tumbling up and down, constantly hitting the barrier of the device to try to escape, but this was a prop made by Gillianis, and a mere incomplete "shadow" had no chance of escaping.

"So, the Gray Ruins Dragon Society would use violence to force other cultists to do things for them, and people like you would not be able to learn more information." Ron rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

"We are very sorry, sir..." Suholu said with a bitter smile, "In fact, we knew the title of the 'Corpse Collector' together with you. Before that, we didn't dare to ask for relevant clues. As for whether what was said in the letter was true or false, we have no way of knowing." "It would be great if we could remind you." Larissa - this woman has recovered some of her ability to speak under treatment, but at this moment her pronunciation is still a little vague. "This is not your fault," Bunny said softly, "The other party is a more extreme villain than you, and you have no choice." "But fortunately, we have another clue now," Sylvia's eyes fell on the spirit, who immediately noticed and responded, constantly making various gestures and lip shapes to the vampire, "Is there really no way to interrogate it directly?" Even if you can't hear the sound of this thing, you can know from the action that this guy is definitely not a good word - but it is meaningless, just a simple insult from a prisoner. Neither the vampire nor anyone else can feel anything about it. "The other party escaped very quickly last night," Gillianis shook her head slightly, "I only caught a part of him that stretched out, and I couldn't keep the whole thing."

The two Gillianis are the real person, so there is no such assumption as "if the real person took action, it would be so and so". The frenzy of this spirit is just an appearance, and the person behind it must be more cautious.

"The corpse left behind has also undergone multiple layers of special processing. If we have more time, we should be able to extract sporadic memory fragments, but in theory this will only be the deathbed memory of this former victim. For us now The problem is not very helpful.”

"The other party is a half-baked monk who has gone astray. He revealed the name of 'Walsen Monastery', but I'm afraid it's difficult to find clues from this aspect." Quest was also wrapped in several circles of bandages. Yesterday, The late battle was not easy for him, "But in addition, Yelena met her own people again, which may be a breakthrough."

"They should be together. Both parties are very familiar with each other and have experience in cooperation. The relationship between them should be different from what these few experienced." Yelena frowned slightly, "But... you also know that my relationship with my compatriots We don’t get along very well, so I’m afraid I can’t get anything out of their mouths.”

"Perhaps we can only strengthen our vigilance to prevent them from sneaking in again."

"It looks like the clues have been lost," Ron sighed, "Do we have no other option besides 'strengthening our vigilance'?"

He walked up to the spirit body, allowed the other party to express his opinions fiercely with gestures and mouth movements, and carefully looked at the only prisoner who might have a clue. This spirit body was incomplete, even its head was incomplete, and the upper part of its face was wrapped in billowing black mist.

Black mist? (End of chapter)