Crimson Servant

Chapter 82 Madness
  John followed the thief through five or six narrow alleys. John noticed that the direction of travel was different from the last time. They carefully changed the trading location to prevent possible tracking. These gray people who were in contact with the ogre People always exhibit very different qualities than those of their partners.

The warlock was introduced into an ordinary-looking coarse cloth tent, with a dirty beggar squatting in front of the door. When John passed him, this slovenly man with a disheveled beard hid the dagger in his sleeve.

"Dear Sir John Kemp! You won't think of how important my people have made a discovery." The halfling's thin voice sounded at the first moment, and Chara jumped down from a low chair, with a look on his face. With a philistine smile on his face, his short palms rubbed back and forth on his chest.

John glanced at him and shifted his attention to the three people behind Chara. Two of them were standing not far away, one on the left and the other on the right. They had the same gloomy temperament. After seeing through John Kemp's identity, the halfling was gone. He gained the courage to be alone in a room with the Red Mage.

John sneered inwardly and turned his attention to the last guy. He was wearing a linen hood, his body was slightly arched unconsciously, and his eyes were looking left and right, as if he was looking for a corner. John smelled fear. This was obviously the unlucky scout.

"That devil! My capable informant Mr. Gross has found the devil's contact!"

"Docking people?"

"Yes! Those crazy... followers of the Crimson God rarely have contact with outsiders after they come here. Nora Sebas is one of them. Our dear Mr. Gross discovered that there is actually another person. That person does not Mixed among the believers, but left here after a brief contact with the devil, with an ulterior purpose... Mr. Gross volunteered to track it. He tracked it for a week with his personal skills, and finally brought you back intelligence."

John listened to the halfling's hype and showed an indifferent smile to the wanderer.

Gross returned a guilty, flattering smile.

Charla the halfling finished his performance, taking out a water bottle to soothe his parched throat.

"How much money are you going to ask for that 'important' information?" John didn't want to waste any more time.

"The price is twenty gold coins, but if you are willing to donate generously, the enthusiastic Mr. Gross may be able to tell you in more detail."

John crossed his arms and shook his head.

"That's not worth the price."

Chara continued to induce, "Don't you want to know the whereabouts of that person and know the details of the devil? Maybe they have an unusual connection."

"News about a dead person is worthless."

"What?" Chara was stunned for a few seconds. His thoughts were spinning very quickly and his face turned pale very quickly.

"I said, 'News from a dead man is worthless.' That demon you called, a Wendigo, is dead, and those Veltis followers, all of them."

The halfling swallowed, and the tent was silent for a short time.

He looked depressed as if he had lost a bet, and stretched out his hands tremblingly with fear.

"Ten gold coins, the noble Lord John Kemp. This is a loss-making transaction, and I guarantee that Mr. Gross's information is true."

The warlock looked into the halfling's eyes. His pupils were shaking uneasily. Chara's heart had become a taut thread that could be broken with just a little more force.

John clenched his fingers into fists.

"Halfling, the only reason why I'm interested in your information is because I tend to do things from beginning to end. That Wendigo is my enemy, so I want all his associates to disappear from this world. The group is no exception. One week is enough for that guy to escape to other towns. Maybe I shouldn’t pay these extra gold coins to you. Your news is out of date after all.”

"Okay! Okay! You win!" the halfling shouted with some defence, "Five gold coins! Just five gold coins! Leave some hard work for my poor informant! It can't be lower! I You will become a laughing stock in the industry!”

The warlock accepted the offer and gave the halfling five gold coins. He held it in his arms excitedly, without any intention of giving it to his poor informant.

"Tell him! Gross! Tell our guest what he wants!"

Gross glanced at his boss and licked his chapped lips.

"A week ago, I followed the boss's order to monitor the tent of that group of people. It was a very dark night, and I saw the monster coming out of the tent. His huge shadow almost blocked the light of the fire. I heard him whispering in a corner, and it wasn't until I heard the second voice that I realized there was another person standing there." "One..." Gross's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he was lost in his own memories. .

"A dark elf."

Dark Elf? Those evil black men who worship the Spider Queen? John is not surprised at all that the dark elves and the Wendigo are colluding together. Have these fallen elves who like to play tricks finally extended their greed to crimson magic? No, it shouldn't be. Those priests who study evil forces know the dangers of the crimson power better than the average person. The cruel goddess will not like corrupted slaves.

"More specifically, the name of the dark elf? His characteristics?"

Gross tried his best to remember, repeating his own experience.

"I decided to follow the dark elf, which must be easier than monitoring the monster. The dark elf was very alert. He left the camp overnight and headed south, avoiding towns and villages. I almost lost him several times, but luckily I found some footprints left by him on the ground. He was at least six feet tall and had received combat training. His weapon had a single cut mark and should have a slender short sword..."

These clues were far from enough to determine the Dark Elf's identity, and John even doubted whether the rogue had completed his tracking mission.

"Are there any more specific clues? Is there anything more special about that dark elf?"

Gross's face became distorted and sweat broke out on his forehead. His abnormal state aroused John's vigilance. He grabbed Gross's hood and pulled it off his head.

It was a bald head with dry yellow skin, and a black magic mark was painted on the annoying skin folds.

The magic seal was instantly broken when exposed to light, and the influence it exerted was also instantly lifted. Gross opened his eyes from the state of hard recollection, his eyes full of fear.

"I remembered! I remembered!!"

"He caught me!!! Those eyes are shining in the dark!"

"He has eyes that hide the stars!!!"

Gross's crazy behavior shocked everyone, but John ignored him.

The warlock was in shock.

A pair of dark elves with starry eyes.

John Kemp happened to know one, and only one.

Dark Banisher, Francis Blade.

One of the three most trusted people in the Warlock, that taciturn warrior, is in cahoots with the Wendigo? !

A flash of light in John Camp's mind connected all the clues like lightning, uncovering all the discordant parts one by one.

The warlock covered his face and dug his nails into his flesh. He was trembling. His rapidly jumping thoughts revealed the confusion bit by bit. Behind the fog, there was a truth that made John Camp shudder.

John Camp fell into tearing pain. Red mist rose over his body, lightning overflowed, and the blood-red tentacles twisted crazily.

John Kemp screamed in agony.

"She lied to me!!!"

“She lied to me!!!!!”

(End of this chapter)