Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of the staff inside the Adventurers' Guild, and a squad leader quickly led [ Howling Pothos ] into a reception room of the guild.
The player, laden with valuable information, handed the bag to the other party, who immediately began to peruse it.
His expression shifted from astonishment to anger, as if the contents of the recording had robbed him of his reason, but in the end it transformed into appreciation for the [ Howling Pothos ].
"These are the experimental records of the Fallen One; they are extremely important to us."
He looked intently at the [ Howling Pothos ]:
"Is there any other valuable information or material you can provide us?"
[ Howling Pothos ] nodded:
"I also have a simple structural drawing of the Fir City Chapel, and..."
He shook the Zarke he was carrying:
"This old man was brought out from the underground laboratory of the chapel. If you interrogate him carefully, you're sure to get a lot of good information out of him."
The two communicated in the Kingdom Language, Zarke naturally understood.
Upon hearing this, the old thing immediately began to struggle violently, but bound by the " Bee Silk," it was nothing more than a milky-white maggot.
The squad leader shook his head and said:
"This is too valuable. If we act rashly, we could easily waste it. It's better to leave it to the Son of God."
[ Howling Pothos ] nodded and asked again:
"Should you deliver it or should I deliver it?"
The squad leader smiled upon hearing this:
"You have already proven your bravery. The Son of God Child previously instructed us to leave this small matter to us. The corresponding reward will be paid to you later."
So it wasn't settled in one lump sum?
[ Howling Pothos ] pondered to himself, but this wasn't necessarily a bad thing; at least it showed that Zarke was far more important than he had imagined.
Thinking of this, the squad leader suddenly asked again:
"Mr. Soul Returner, regarding the map, the Son of God Child has set up two recovery plans. Would you like me to explain them to you?"
[ Howling Pothos ] paused for a moment:
Two kinds?
"Yes, His Holiness the Son of God said that the map must be archived at the Second Holy See, so when we acquire the map, we will determine a suitable price based on its level of detail and coverage area, but other Soul Returner will not be able to view this map."
"If you're willing to share this part of the map with other Soul Returner, you'll receive double the reward. What do you plan to do?"
Is that how it is?
[ Howling Pothos ] fell into deep thought.
If you want to make money quickly, then you have to make the map public.
However, this indirectly increases their competitors. The official team has truly mastered the art of balancing...
But ultimately, how many times can one actually go to the same place?
After such an incident, one can imagine how tense the chapel will become. Even if I make the map public, it won't be many people's first choice.
Moreover, a place like that usually only needs two or three, or at most four or five, large-scale infiltrations and plunders to lose its value. The sooner you make it public, the more you can earn.
As an adult entering society, [ Howling Pothos ] inevitably pondered this issue with a utilitarian mindset.
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, yet only a few breaths had passed in this World of Disorder.
He looked up at the squad leader and said:
"Let's make it public."
The squad leader's face immediately lit up with joy:
"As Soul Returner, you are indeed not only powerful but also of noble character!"
[ Howling Pothos ] didn't say anything more. After leaving the Adventurers' Guild, she planned to rest and prepare before setting off again.
Fir City, small chapel.
After [ Howling Pothos ] and Zarke left, the squad leader felt increasingly uneasy.
He quickly found the bishop in charge of the chapel and explained the situation.
The bishop, looking bewildered, told him that unless the situation was urgent, Zarke would generally never leave the chapel.
The riot outside, which lasted only a few minutes, was clearly not considered an "urgent situation."
The two exchanged a glance, both sensing the shock in each other's hearts.
A group of people quickly arrived at the underground entrance and soon found two priests, one dead and one wounded, in a secluded corner.
The bishop of the chapel was already furious; how could he not see what was going on?
What archbishop's special envoy?
Zarke, who was in charge of researching and compiling the data, was clearly kidnapped!
The robber was merely wearing a Fir City priest's robe, yet he passed the check and took Zarke away with impunity. The only one to raise a question was actually a member of the Holy Crusaders!
But that's where things go wrong. If everyone were blind to it, they could easily blame it on "that person's disguise being too convincing." But now that someone has raised a question, it means that the other person's disguise wasn't actually that sophisticated.
This only served to highlight how stupid and incompetent these chapel priests were, but since the squad leader belonged to a different unit than him, he couldn't stop him from talking...
The more the minor bishop pondered, the angrier he became; his raging anger soon found an outlet—
He looked at the severely injured and unconscious priest, then went up and slapped him twice.
The priest, who looked sick due to the effects of blood loss and paralysis, woke up from a coma and saw a ferocious and angry face:
"Tell me!"
The bishop of the chapel asked in a low voice:
"How did that person manage to break in? What does he look like?!"
The pitiful, dying priest not only received no treatment, but was also harshly questioned, and soon, barely breathing, he recounted his ordeal.
The man's physical characteristics quickly matched the suspicious fellow in the squad leader's memory, and at this point, the riot that occurred near the chapel tonight finally had a complete outline:
There were four rioters in total. Three of them attracted the attention of most of the chapel guards by setting fire to an abandoned house near the church.
The last person seized the opportunity to kill a priest, changed into his clothes, and sneaked into the chapel.
With the help of disguise, he successfully entered the underground, killed the guards, and took Zarke away.
At this point, only two questions remain: First, where did these people come from? Second, where could that person and Zarke possibly hide?
The two men present, who were of some standing, had clearly considered this point, and the squad leader immediately said:
"I'll go and bring the thugs' bodies."
The bishop of the chapel looked around and addressed his men:
"Pack up, I'll be performing an autopsy here later."
"Report this to the cathedral immediately."
[Current Time: Midnight 0:00 in the World of Disorder, Number of Surviving Soul Returner: 42]