our family is gone

Chapter 118 Ceremony Place
Disma glanced at the magistrate, he didn't understand why the lord trusted this man so much, but the lord has always been very accurate in seeing people, and he seemed to be the same way back then.

He didn't say much, just nodded slightly to affirm the conscientious magistrate, and then followed.

"Wait a minute and knock on the door three times, don't take the initiative to raise your head and don't speak, just go in directly after opening the door, pay attention to the possibility of air problems, and you will make a move when I do it.

When the time comes, you don’t have to keep your hands. You can use a gun in a critical situation. If something goes wrong, approach me immediately. Don’t try to hurt me. " Lance exhorted in a low voice.

Cultists are not like bandits. Their methods are weird. If they want to develop cultists, there must be leaders such as priests, so there must be witchcraft, so I don’t know the specific situation.

I can be immune to magic with [Asylum], but Disma is not, so the most important thing is to prevent this move.

Sometimes being too handsome is also an annoyance, at least he can't be the one knocking on the door, and he has to tie a scarf to cover half of his face, otherwise he will be exposed at a glance.

Disma knocked on the door three times as required, and there seemed to be someone guarding the back. The door was opened directly, and a strange red light shone slightly on the two of them.

There was no communication, so he just mixed in, and then he heard the voice from inside.

"Join us...into ascension...great god..."

Only then did Lance raise his head slightly, and glanced at the surrounding situation from the corner of his eye.

The strange red light came from the blood-colored candle that seemed to be cast from fresh blood. The flickering candle turned abnormally blood-red, revealing a strange aura.

The hall was shrouded in blood, and on the high platform in the middle, there was a man in black robes preaching on it, preaching the benefits of joining them and becoming a family member of God.

Behind the missionary is a wooden altar with three protruding arcs, on which a thin blonde girl is tied.

The girl's hands and head correspond to the protrusions, plus the body forms the symbol of the cult's special sect.

Seeing this familiar torture pattern, Lance couldn't help rubbing the family seal ring on his index finger.

Originally, he had guessed, after all, this place was full of cults, but when he saw this sign, he knew that it was the one who was causing trouble in Hamlet.

Because the pattern is too similar, but the Feisheng sect has three lines on the arc, and at the same time, the three lines extend and merge into a point, and then point a straight line downward.

And his family seal has five lines, no extended line segments, no one will believe you if you say it wasn't made by the old ancestor.

But this is not the time to worry about this. Lance's eyes are on the girl. He seems to be in a coma at this time, with his head drooping and he can't see his face clearly, but the faint ups and downs of his chest prove that she is not dead yet.

After confirming that the person was still alive, Lance couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then turned his eyes to look around.

There were a dozen or so people standing in front of the altar, most of them were wearing hoods, and their bodies were hidden under the robes, but some didn't even bother to hide their identities, and directly lifted the hoods to reveal their faces.

What's more, he didn't even have a robe, so he just stood there without any scruples, but the equipment on his body was a bit...

Lance's gaze seemed to have attracted the man's attention. When he turned around, Lance subconsciously lowered his head slightly to let the hood cover his gaze.

All that could be seen was the greasy lower half of the face, and the fat belly wrapped under the uniform, which almost burst the buttons, and even the belt couldn't bear it and slipped under the belly.

Maybe because he didn't find anything, the man turned his head away again, but Disma, who was at the side, turned his head and looked over with a surprised expression.

Lance noticed his reaction, and the two looked at each other. How could he not have noticed the scene just now.

This arrogant person was wearing the uniform of a sheriff, and also had a police badge pinned to his chest.

But this situation did not have any impact on the action. Lance gestured with his eyes, and the two slowly approached.

Those believers are being brainwashed by the missionaries above to show a scene of fanaticism, as if they are about to ascend to the gods in the next second, gaining infinite power and lifespan, but they don't know that they are just the bottom stones of those guys.

"You two have been trying to get closer just now."

The missionary above seemed to have noticed that the two people who were constantly advancing suddenly stopped talking and raised their fingers. In an instant, everyone's eyes were on the two of them. Coupled with the fanatical expressions, it seemed that they would be fearless as long as they gave an order. Life and death rushed over.

The two stopped in place, looking as if they were frightened.

Disma's hand hidden in his robe was already on the hilt of the sword. If the lord hadn't said that he had to wait for his order before he could do anything, he would have drawn his sword and started killing.

And Lance was also stressed by this scene. He didn't know if he was exposed or what. If those people made a slight move, he would pull out the long sword from the showroom.

"Very good! You guys did a great job! Only when you are close enough to the beginning of the ceremony can you get the gaze of the gods..."

The man said a lot of nonsense on the above, praising the initiative of the two, which was obviously to encourage them to be active.

"I allow the two of you to come forward, and you will receive the gaze of the gods as the ceremony begins."

In the end, the man signaled the two to come forward, and the cultists who were besieged just now stepped aside, but it seemed that they were not voluntary, because they all showed jealous expressions, and at the same time regretted that they had missed the opportunity. Such an opportunity.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and Disma was also glad that he hadn't done anything just now, otherwise he would have been exposed long ago.

I am still not as calm as Lord Lord~
Because no one stopped this accident, the two walked up to the stage amidst many eyes, but it was also for this reason that even though he deliberately walked slowly, only 5 minutes had passed since the 3 minutes he expected.

Lance stepped onto the stage slowly, raised his head slightly to look at the man in black, whether he should do it in advance or...

The sheriff waited outside, but as time went by, his heart became heavier and he felt that time was passing slower and slower.

He didn't know what happened to the two of them after they went in. What if they were spotted by those heretics?Is it dangerous~
What if the two of them were being tortured by heretics right now?
The more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, and he suddenly realized that he was the sheriff of the town, why did he wait here to listen to a stranger who behaved strangely?
"Girl, let's act and let those heretics have a taste of our power."

(End of this chapter)