An hour later, at the Fir City Cathedral.
Seven or eight priests with their heads bowed stood before Archbishop Antiya Lisi's desk.
What does "missing" mean?
Antiya Lisi looked at the group of people in front of him with their heads bowed:
"Can you tell me what exactly 'missing' means?"
" Fir City are Blood Corpse, inside you people patrol day and night, and below is the hard frozen ground of winter. Do you think Zarke, a seventy-year-old geezer, can grow wings and fly away?"
The archbishop's anger was like a silent, burning cold fire; it was difficult to discern his rage from his tone, but his chilling intent was crystal clear.
"Six priests died, and another was stripped naked. Why?"
Everyone was speechless.
As we know so far, there's nothing wrong with the course of events or the logic behind them. The real question is where the rioters came from and where they went.
As the ruler of the province, Antiya Lisi knew that this matter was inextricably linked to the rebels his teacher had mentioned, but how exactly did they manage to do it?
Looking at his silent subordinates, Antiya Lisi sighed silently and asked again:
"The team we sent out to gather intelligence hasn't returned yet, has it?"
One of the priests in charge of the matter nodded timidly. Indeed, there had been no news from the squad led by the Pure Ones since they left the city. Although there was still one day left before the initially agreed-upon one-week deadline, six days without news was enough to indicate something.
Antiya Lisi looked at the priests before him and said in a serious tone:
"Pass the message down: the entire Fir City is under wartime order. A curfew is in effect. Choir training is immediately suspended. Strengthen city wall defenses and increase daytime patrols. I suspect the riots weren't started by the city's residents, but by the infiltrated rebels."
"Yes!"
Upon hearing the archbishop's order, the priests and squad leaders breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the other party is still willing to use me, I don't need to worry about my life safety for at least a short period of time.
After all, no one in this city is a match for the person in front of him.
In terms of the ingenious application of Directed Alienation, Antiya Lisi surpasses all the priests skilled in this art, and in terms of combat ability, he can also suppress those knight commanders who are known for their close-quarters combat.
If I had committed some heinous crime, I might already be a corpse.
However, some priests still noticed a problem in Antiya Lisi's words:
"Archbishop, why is it that patrols within the city only need to be conducted during the day?"
Antiya Lisi glanced at the man and replied:
"Send all the patrol teams that normally patrol at night to the daytime; I have my own arrangements for the nights."
"Then tonight..."
"Standard patrols tonight; operations will commence after dawn."
After receiving their orders, the priests turned and left, leaving Antiya Lisi still looking puzzled.
Although he blamed the rebels, he now didn't understand why rebels had appeared under his jurisdiction.
Moreover, the central nervous system's reaction puzzled him somewhat. Although the teacher's orders weren't wrong, he felt there was something illogical about the whole situation.
With that thought in mind, Antiya Lisi got up and left the study, which was now empty except for him, and strode towards the basement.
With the rebels pressing in, Antiya Lisi knew that Fir City might need a bit of strong control to restrain it.
In the Fir City, in an alleyway.
[ Gill's Cuisine ] looked at [ Western Sharpshooter ] and [ Aluode ], who had infiltrated with him:
"It's almost dawn, we need to quickly devise a strategy and then find a place to rest."
The time in the region where the three are located is completely synchronized with the time in the World of Disorder in the real world, so if the World of Disorder is about to usher in daylight, then the same should be true in reality.
Although they were quite fascinated by the game, they hadn't gone so far as to completely neglect their studies for it.
The small player group " Mortgage Tavern " had two teams of members enter the city today. The six of them originally planned to meet up in a conspicuous place, but they did not expect that the area of Fir City was far larger than they had imagined, and the terrain within the city was also intricate and complicated due to the division of numerous buildings.
The three's plan to find someone to meet up with was completely ruined shortly after they landed.
There were too many players in the city trying to cause a commotion, so the three of them had no idea which disturbance was caused by another group of friends from the tavern.
Moreover, if they were even slightly slower in reaching the riot site, all they would find were large numbers of priests; their companions? They would be nowhere to be found.
Upon hearing that tactics needed to be devised, [ Aluode ]'s eyes immediately gleamed with a strange light:
"How about the three of us find someone to surrender to, and then follow the same old routine..."
"Can you please stop thinking about that undercover operation?"
[ Gill's Cuisine ] sighed upon hearing this. [ Aluode ] had become somewhat addicted after his experience as a traitor, and was always ready to replicate his past exploits.
However, not everyone is as foolish as the Blood Corpse Clan. The three of them had just passed a military camp built on the edge of Fir City. Judging from its size and the level of defense, it was heavily guarded and far superior to the rabble of Blood Corpse Corpses.
[ Gill's Cuisine ] thought for a moment and said:
"Why don't we just collect intelligence along the city wall like this? Isn't it said that anything we carefully examine can be recorded and count as intelligence? I think this is a good approach. The three of us can be more cautious, and even if we die in the end, as long as we bring out enough information, we won't lose money."
At this moment, [ Western Sharpshooter ], who had remained silent until then, placed his hands on the shoulders of the two men:
"Don't worry, my marksmanship has been getting better and better lately. Leave the enemies to me."
"Is your 'rubber band gun' really okay?"
The fact that [ Western Sharpshooter ] wanted to replicate a pistol was no secret among his fellow players, but the World of Disorder had yet to find a substitute for gunpowder, which meant that [ Western Sharpshooter ] couldn't even craft a matchlock gun.
Left with no other choice, he had to settle for second best and obtained some high-quality Aberration animal tendons from a nomadic tribe near White Wax Town. With the help of several players, he crafted a small device called a pistol, which was actually a crossbow.
[ Western Sharpshooter ] patted his chest and guaranteed:
"This isn't a rubber band gun, it's a silenced pistol."
With the plan finalized, the three began their "eating while strolling around" operation.
They quickly located the nearest city wall and casually marked it with a stone.
If the three of them can truly complete a safe patrol around the city, then when they see this marker again, they can die without regrets.
However, the three of them now plan to find a secluded place to crawl into the "cocoon" and spend the night there.