661. Fear

By the time Sword Saint Puji moved from the south of Eleanor's territory to the north, seven days had already passed.

The Sword Saint was fast. The reason he had taken so long, aside from having to avoid cities and crowds, was mainly that Boss had forced an extra helper on him.

As they passed a certain city, Boss had said, "Right, this will come in handy," and then a commotion broke out in the city's Blood Cattle factory. A burly Lizardman with strips of cloth wrapped around his head charged out, with a whole pack of pursuers on his tail, forcing Sword Saint Puji to run along with him for quite a distance.

Though the Lizardman had now put on a cloak, the Sword Saint knew clearly that beneath it was a puppet body sprouting mushrooms.

The Sword Saint sincerely felt that many of Boss's abilities were quite sinister.

It was only because Fungal Fortress and Mushroom Garden looked so thriving and harmonious among multiple races that the Sword Saint had gained some foundation for trust.

He had no idea what special ability this Lizardman had that made Boss insist on bringing him along.

Moreover, from what the Sword Saint had observed, the strips of cloth wrapped around the Lizardman mushroom puppet's head should be some kind of simple sealing item.

As for what exactly had been sealed, Elwin did not know. After all, he was a Sword Saint, not skilled in magic.

The Sword Saint and the Lizardman puppet had already searched several areas at the edge of the Fungal Carpet where traces of Cultists had appeared, but they found nothing.

That was not strange. Now that Hand of Passing had been forced into a corner, they were naturally even more cautious than before, creating a large number