"Have you heard? Just these past few days, several horrific tragedies have taken place along the boundary between the Noble Faction and the Merchant Faction. They're terrifying!"
Inside a small tavern, several adventurers were chatting. One dressed as a ranger had apparently drunk too much, and his voice was rather loud. "Really, it's too frightening!"
"Frightening?" a burly warrior asked. "We only heard vague rumors that several large-scale murder cases had happened one after another..."
"Murder cases? Hahaha... murder cases!" The ranger sneered, shaking his head vigorously before taking another huge swig. "What murder cases? They were cultist sacrifices!"
At those words, the tavern, which had been bustling only moments ago, instantly fell silent. Everyone shut their mouths and looked toward the ranger.
To these seasoned veterans, murder was no great matter. Having spent their lives licking blood from the edge of a blade, most of them had killed before, and quite a few had killed more than one person. But cultist sacrifices were different. Cultists killed people as offerings in order to summon demons into the mortal world, and once demons arrived, they would inevitably cause immense devastation. At the least, an entire village would die; at worst, even a whole city could be wiped out.
Moreover, they themselves were no weaklings. Against ordinary thugs and scoundrels, if a fight truly broke out, it was hard to say who would kill whom, so murder cases did not frighten them. But before demons, their strength was not worth mentioning. When demons began slaughtering people, they were no stronger than ordinary folk, nor could they be sure of escaping.
Thus, upon hearing that word, everyone froze. Quite a few immediately made up their minds that if it was truly confirmed that cultists were active in this region, they would leave at