Whispers in the Shadows

Dave. Sagel was the sole survivor of the previous incident, and when he barely made it back to Pato City, he was already critically injured. The numerous wounds on his body practically turned him into a mosaic. Seven or eight deep claw marks that exposed the bone, as well as a penetrating wound in his shoulder blade, were all likely to have killed Dave outright. The Crimson Ridge Beast's unique toxin had almost kicked him into the afterlife...

But he was miraculously saved. According to a clergyman from the Holy Church Coalition, Dave must have been blessed by God. The divine magic that should have only been able to do its best on his body triggered some kind of resonance, as if God himself had lent him a hand. Several wounds that would have been fatal instantly healed themselves under that sliver of divine power.

And that was definitely not a divine spell that a mere sub-priest could have used!

This young man is pitied by God...

Soon, the news spread like wildfire throughout the city.

Cole told Mo Tan this, and the Thieves' Guild's intelligence was no different.

But in Mo Tan's eyes at this moment, this so-called 'Dave, who is still praying for his dead companions in the cathedral every day despite his serious injuries, and only leaves after sunset', is healthier than ever!

Heh~ Even this kind of careless idol can deceive those clergymen, it seems that the so-called Holy Church Coalition is just a group of highly myopic trash...

Mo Tan sighed inwardly and subtly changed his angle so he could observe the movements in the room more comfortably.

As you can probably guess by now, the character 'Tan Mo' had infiltrated Dave's house before his last logout and made some preparations in advance, such as poking a hole in the closet.

It is necessary to thank Mr. Baud here. The disposable lock picks he provided for Mo Tan were of excellent quality. Even a seemingly ordinary anti-theft door with a lock cylinder mixed with rare crimson demon gold didn't last two minutes.

By the way, there is a lockpicking level in [Innocent World], but there is no [Lockpicking] skill. After all, it would be too illogical if a player could mutter a skill name with their bare hands and break into a house...

The lockpicking level depends on individual talent and background. If a professional locksmith were to play this game, it is estimated that the initial lockpicking level would be seven or eight. Conversely, if you practice your lockpicking level in [Innocent World], you can become a good hand at stealing chickens and dogs in reality.

And just as Mo Tan finished dealing with Dave's door before logging off, he immediately heard a system prompt.

Your lockpicking level has been unlocked, current lockpicking level is 9, Cunning School level +3

We'd better not delve into this, otherwise this chapter will be about nothing else...

Back to the topic...

Dave finally tore off all the bandages on his body. His naked upper body had no injuries at all, but Mo Tan noticed that there were faint streaks of black flowing under the skin in several places.

"Another agonizing day." Dave took a few deep breaths and looked at the pile of bloodstained bandages on the ground with disgust. He curled his lips gloomily: "Tedious, boring, and disgusting!"

This twisted and resentful look made it almost impossible to associate him with the upright and kind Dave.

Of course, this was far from unexpected in Mo Tan's eyes at this moment. He rolled his eyes and even felt a little bored...

Bang!

A burst of dark gray firelight swept over, and the pile of bandages, whose function was probably similar to stage costumes, was instantly incinerated into a pile of ashes. In this process, apart from the 'bang' that was no louder than a fart, there was no temperature or energy fluctuation that flames should have. It was neither like divine magic nor like magic.

And although Mo Tan didn't have our current omniscient perspective, he made a judgment immediately.

Witchcraft...

He raised his eyebrows slightly, squinted at the pile of ash-like things on the ground, and directly confirmed his previous guess.

There are traces of being corroded, and although it is not very obvious, there did seem to be a trace of coolness sweeping around just now. Combining the previous information and his current behavior, he is ninety-nine percent a cultist.

Mo Tan really wanted to whistle, but he held back...

And Dave, who seemed to have vented a little emotion, was giggling in place. He naturally didn't know that he wasn't the only one in the house, and that there was one hiding in the closet.

If someone claiming to be his girlfriend rushed into the room at this time, and then pulled open the closet and dragged me out, it would probably be a masterpiece~

Mo Tan suddenly thought, and then...

Knock knock knock!

A burst of knocking came from the door, and the corner of Mo Tan's mouth, which had been raised all the time, twitched at that moment.

"Who is it?" Dave asked politely to the outside of the door, while quickly running his fingers across his body. Suddenly, a dozen hideous wounds appeared, constantly oozing scarlet blood.

But his face did not show any pain, only the disgust and impatience that was completely opposite to his tone.

"In the name of the Whispering God! Open the door, you idiot!!"

A cold voice suddenly resounded in the room. Both Dave and Mo Tan were stunned, but the difference was that after Dave was stunned, he immediately sweated on his forehead, put on his coat, and rushed to the door, while someone in the closet showed an unspeakable smile...

It was a pure smile that didn't even have emotions.

Before long, Dave returned from the door, followed by a man completely covered in a large cloak.

Judging gender is too easy for Mo Tan. Without seeing his appearance, just by the person's walking pace, distance, and some extremely subtle details, he could complete the deduction.

"Lord!" Dave respectfully invited the person to sit in the chair at the table, and bowed slightly: "I don't know why you suddenly came to see me in person... instead of in the Book of Whispers..."

The visitor snorted and raised his hand to interrupt Dave's words, followed by a burst of hoarse voices that were sometimes near and sometimes far, ringing around: "Don't you know how many things you almost screwed up? You still have the face to ask me why I came in person?!"

Dave trembled and stammered softly, "I... I don't know..."

"Don't know?" The person's slightly distorted voice was full of anger: "Then I ask you! Why didn't you deal with Ai. Fanye on the spot that day! Why didn't you personally confirm the death of Cole. Shulen! Why didn't you return to command those two Crimson Ridge Beasts to leave you with wounds, but instead presumptuously used divine power to disguise yourself?!"

Dave was stunned for a long time, then whispered in defense: "Cole should have been dead for sure facing those two Crimson Ridge Beasts alone. I knew that guy was going to commit suicide for that girl Rona when he decided to stay behind... Fanye couldn't have walked out of that piece of..."

"That grove!?" The other party let out a suppressed roar: "Then why, after I received your report, did I only find a mound burying Lada. Dona and two patches of blood when I arrived there! But I couldn't find the bodies of that little priest and the person who had 'committed suicide'!!"

Dave's face turned pale instantly, and he swayed, almost collapsing to the ground.

He really didn't expect such an accident to happen in that situation...

Of course, what Dave didn't know even more was that the culprit of this series of accidents was leaning in the closet of his house, watching with interest as he was frightened by the 'Lord' in front of him.

"Hmph, don't panic." The other party said gloomily: "Consider yourself lucky, it just so happens that it is the most critical time of this stage of the plan, otherwise I would definitely let you experience the pleasure of Soul-Crushing Whisper today!"

Hearing that the other party didn't intend to punish him immediately, Dave finally calmed down a bit, then paled and stammered, "Th-thank you, sir... but if those two bastards, Ai and Shulen, didn't die, wouldn't I be..."

"Calm down, you waste!" the other party said in a deep voice, then shook his head slightly, "Cole Shulen's body hasn't been found, but it's possible that those two beasts ate him. After all, that elven mage's corpse is also missing. Even if he miraculously survived, he shouldn't know what you did..."

Tsk, making assumptions and drawing conclusions like that. While it's true that such a possibility exists in theory, he's not thorough enough. Can someone like this really be a cadre under that Whispering God? A bit disappointing...

Mo Tan thought with sarcasm while doing his best to conceal his aura.

The 'sir' paused slightly, then continued, "As for that little cleric, she probably didn't die, and she witnessed what you did. But there's no need to worry too much. After all, she's seriously injured. If she really returned to the city in the past two days, there's no way I wouldn't know. I'll control her then and secretly dispose of her after things settle down..."

"What exactly are you..." Dave looked at the other party with some confusion. He could understand the part about Cole, but the latter part didn't quite register.

As if seeing through the confusion in his heart, the other party chuckled, then raised his hand and pulled down the hood of his cloak.

Revealing a face that was...

Incredibly average!

"Lord Lange!?" Dave exclaimed softly, as if he had seen a ghost, "How could it be you?"

The middle-aged man sitting in front of him, called 'Lange', chuckled. His round face was the picture of benevolence, looking like a good-natured person no matter how you looked at him.

Oh, so the villains these days aren't going for the beast route or the trap route anymore, but the approachable route...

Mo Tan immediately memorized the other party's appearance and characteristics, then mentally scoffed.

"Do you understand now?" Lange asked Dave with a smile, "I've specifically told the people below that from today on, whether it's Cole Shulen or Ai Fanye, as soon as they enter Pato City, they'll be taken to me for 'careful attention'."

Hmm, great. It seems you haven't considered the possibility that they might enter the city later that night. Who told you they had to come back after your lackey?

Mo Tan secretly rolled his eyes...

"The plan proceeds as usual." Lange smiled at Dave, who had completely relaxed, "But this time, you must strictly follow the rules and not make any more mistakes."

The hint of coldness in those seemingly gentle eyes made Dave feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. He immediately nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir. I definitely won't mess up this time. Tomorrow morning, I'll have the Holy Church Coalition bestow upon me the title of temporary Holy Knight, and then I'll go outside the city and personally kill those two Crimson Ridge Beasts to avenge my 'companions'~"

Dave smiled happily when he said the last sentence...

Mo Tan also smiled happily~

"Very good." Lange nodded with a smile, "After you come back, you'll be fully qualified to become a true 'Holy Church Knight'. To commend your achievements and everything you've done for Pato City, I'll suggest that the Holy Church give you, this 'hero', a baptism with the Waters of the Gods. Then you can use the divine power of Our Lord's Whispers to deceive them, and hopefully be directly regarded as a 'God-Chosen'!"

However, Dave's face turned pale with terror when he heard this, and he exclaimed in horror, "The... the Waters of the Gods!?"

"That's right." Lange nodded, "The highest level of baptism that our Pato City can offer."

"But sir!" Dave shook his head with a pale face, "When I first joined the church, I was almost burned by ordinary Holy Water. If I use the Waters of the Gods this time... wouldn't I..."

Lange shrugged, "Nothing will happen to you. I'll find a chance to have someone replace it that day. You just need to use Our Lord's divine power to cover it up, understand?"

Dave let out another long sigh, for what felt like the hundredth time that night, and nodded vigorously, "No problem!"

"Hmm... Oh, right, you probably don't know about the new stronghold the sect recently changed to, do you?"

Stronghold~?

"This subordinate is unaware."

I'd really like to know~

"It's at..."

It's at?

Mo Tan perked up his ears, fully focused. He was very, very interested in things like cult strongholds~

And then...

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[Welcome back, Chaotic Evil Mo, loading Innocent World. Have a good night.]

Southwest of the Innocent Continent, within the Sand Empire

Under the reflection of the starry sky, a continuous stretch of tents was located in the wilderness. At this time, a figure wearing a black cloak and a half-mask slowly walked out of the most magnificent silver-patterned tent.

The hazy moonlight hidden under a thin cloud struggled valiantly...

But still couldn't illuminate his appearance.

Chapter 32: End

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