our family is gone

Chapter 116 Sheriff

"What about the armed forces?"

"There are thirty sheriffs in the town. As for the militia, there are none. Instead, some mercenaries are hired to take charge."

Lance understands that a town with a population of only a thousand people certainly doesn't have much money to build an army, so it's better to outsource it to the guild directly.

According to this armed force, Lance felt that an elite squad of his could launch a beheading operation, and those left after the death of the mayor had no room to resist.

In this way, there are conditions for the realization of what Walter said about regaining the territory~
But soon he held back his thoughts. He didn't have so many management talents in his hands, and even if he recovered, it would not have much effect. On the contrary, it would hinder the development of Hamlet. At this stage, it is better to concentrate on doing big things.

Moreover, it was the old ancestor who was a waste who voluntarily gave up his right to rule. He had a bad reputation for launching wars without excuses, so he had to find a way to occupy righteousness.

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As night fell, this town was indeed more prosperous than Hamlet. When those who went out to work in the fields returned home after nightfall, a little fire appeared above the town, and some parents could hear the short voices.

Then slowly, most of the families subsided. After a tiring day, everyone wanted to lie in bed and sleep quickly, and candles and torches were very expensive, and ordinary people were not willing to use them.

"Come on~"

Disma's voice sounded slightly, and Lance quickly looked across the door.

Two men in black hooded robes opened the opposite door, and quickly walked out with a sack on their shoulders.

Before leaving, he glanced around a few times to make sure no one noticed before walking to the side.

It's just that this cultist is obviously not very professional, and this action looks very blunt.

"Take care of him. If he wants to escape, just stab him with a sword."

Lance looked back at the guy who was tied to the bed and couldn't move, and then explained to the woman.

After speaking, he followed up with Disma.

The man did not walk on the main road, but shuttled through the small alleys. Fortunately, because of the woman's explanation and the simple map drawn, Lance was no stranger to the environment of the small town, and he could hold on to it even if it was a distance away. live that guy.

Soon the man stopped in front of a gate with a sack on his shoulders, raised his hand and knocked three times, and then someone welcomed him in.

"My lord has found it!" Disma's voice was lowered, but his excitement could not be concealed.

"Wait a minute, I want all the cultists in the town to come over, and we're not sure what's going on inside, we have to find a way to see inside..." Lance said as he observed the place, and found that it was the town's slaughterhouse .

It's far from the center of town, and with slaughter as a cover, it's no wonder that the bloody rituals of the cultists have not been discovered.

Just how to get there?
And just as he was thinking, another person in a hooded robe knocked on the door and entered.

"Aren't we still doing it, my lord?"

"They won't start without people."

"But that girl~" Disma hesitated a little, he wanted to save the girl, thinking of seeing that old mother today really made him a little sad.

"We don't know how many cultists have developed in the town. If you don't kill them all at once, even if you save one, someone will still be victimized later. Only by killing them all can we stop this situation."

Lance judged the situation calmly and calmed Disma's emotions.

"Don't forget that we are dealing with cultists, not bandits. Only calmness can allow you to fight against them."

Why didn't he want to rescue the girl directly, but the cult in the town must be eradicated, otherwise there will be endless disasters.

However, Disma's words did remind him that he had planned to adopt a relatively mild observation strategy, but now he has changed.

Lance looked at Disma with a smile and asked, "Is your sword still sharp?"

"Why do you say that, my lord?"

"We surrounded the spot to fight for help, intercepted and killed the cultists who came outside, and tried not to use muskets, so as not to alarm other people."

He has always let Disma kill the enemy with a musket, so I don't know if his skill has deteriorated.

"Don't worry, my lord, there won't be a single cultist making a sound." Disma understood something when he heard this, and immediately drew out his dagger with a fierce look on his face.

But before he could go out, Lance grabbed him, raised his hand in a silent motion, and pointed to the street.

Disma looked and saw someone coming from the street.

It's just that he doesn't have the robe and hood of a cultist, instead, he wears ordinary linen clothes, with a colorful apron on his upper body, and several tool bags hanging around his waist.

But this man was no ordinary townsman, for he carried a spiked nightstick with a mace-like end in one hand and a setter on a leash in the other.

Disma's eyes were very sharp, and he could see the brass police badge pinned to his shoulders.

The visitor turned out to be a magistrate!

But he couldn't control so much, he turned his head to look at the lord, and raised his hand to cut his throat, which was self-evident.

He didn't believe that the sheriff of a small town would come out to patrol after get off work instead of going to taverns, casinos and brothels for entertainment, let alone coming to such a remote location at this time, which was even more suspicious.

"My own person~ Look at the handkerchief in your hand, and a piece of paper rolled into a roll, that is a missing person notice, and the dog's movements are sniffing instead of patrolling, indicating that he is looking for something. We walked all the way here, and we obviously found the girl's scent."

Lance observed the visitor and explained in a low voice. After careful observation, Desma realized that there were so many details that he hadn't discovered, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It's just that such a dedicated sheriff feels like an illusion to him.

"Not good! I'm going to stop him. Look around and don't let the cultists find out, otherwise our plan will fall short."

Lance realized something when he saw the dog walking directly towards the slaughterhouse, and walked out of the shadows where he was hiding.

The sudden appearance of a man of his age immediately attracted the attention of the dog, but this dog was well-trained, and did not bark. Instead, it crawled forward and was ready to attack at any time, accompanied by warning growls. The grinning look is also cruel, and it’s uncomfortable to be bitten~
Lance was not frightened, but waved his hands at the man to signal him not to come over, and at the same time indicated that he was not a threat, and then walked over alone.

The magistrate was puzzled, and he could tell from the way he raised his baton that he hadn't let down his vigilance.

But just when he was about to ask a question, he saw the visitor making a silent gesture while pointing to the building beside him. This weird behavior made him stop involuntarily, and tightened the tight dog chain in his hand. .

(End of this chapter)