The five looked at the mysterious man, amusement flickering in their eyes.
Clearly, the mysterious man was a scout sent by the incense-offering faction.
He was responsible for spreading incense offerings throughout this town of the Middle Ages.
At this moment, these people had already fallen into despair, waiting for death.
As long as there was even a sliver of hope, they would pounce on it and seize it.
Sure enough, upon hearing the mysterious man's words, everyone gathered around him.
"Can you really do it?"
"You're not deceiving us, are you?"
"Is this actually real?"
The drunkards and Wanderers all crowded around him.
But the Wanderer who had just tried to assassinate the mysterious man cried out miserably, "Don't go over there! He's the real Demon! He caused everything!"
Yet everyone thought he had gone mad and was simply taking out his anger on others.
"Stop taking your anger out on others!"
"Even though it hurts that your whole family died, the town still has to survive!" the tavern owner said first.
"That's right, George. Stop going crazy!"
"Fortunately, this one is a messenger of the Deity. Otherwise, you might really have killed him."
Everyone mocked the assassin, treating him as a madman.
Wenren Sheng's gaze had already reached this place.
Yet he knew that this was someone who understood...
Or rather, this mad Wanderer had seen a strange scene in his dreams.
This was naturally one of the traits of the Cthulhu world: people with exceptionally high inspiration could see fragments of the future or the past.
What this mad Wanderer had seen in his dream was a scene from the past.
In that scene, the mysterious man had come to the Rat Cave.
He had released all the rats.
Otherwise, the rats would merely have starved to