Twenty-four hours have passed since the mission began, and the second night is about to Descent Fir City.
As the player who evacuated the fastest in the entire game, [ Howling Pothos ] has revealed the map showing the interior structure of the chapel and the distribution of surrounding buildings.
Many players have started a heated discussion on the forums about how to conquer the chapel.
Players who hadn't yet evacuated Fir City also saw this part of the map after logging off, but it wasn't actually very useful to them...
Firstly, they are already in Fir City and cannot directly import the map into the game unless they are willing to commit suicide now; otherwise, they can only use it the next time they enter the city.
Secondly, Fir City is simply too large; the area around the chapel is less than one-thirtieth of the entire city. For most players who are deployed to other locations, this information is really of little use.
[ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] naturally saw this map as well, and she and [ Dark Archmage ] were currently near the chapel, but it didn't completely match their plan, so it could only be used as a reference.
As dusk fell, [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] awoke from its "cocoon" and looked at a Deadwood Vine beside it:
Are they still behaving themselves?
The tip of the Deadwood Vine nodded, indicating that the original owner of the house had not attempted to escape while the two of them were offline.
[ Dark Archmage ] quickly logged in as well. The two exchanged a glance, and Pond Fish and Old Abyss went to the room where three locals were being held and began to untie them.
The two weren't exactly inhuman beings; kidnapping the original owner of the house was merely a temporary measure.
Seeing that the men had been locked up all day and showed no intention of escaping, the two decided to let them go.
After untying the vines binding his mouth, the original owner of the house immediately whispered quickly:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I promise I won't tell anyone! Please, don't kill me!"
"Don't worry, you're free now. We'll leave soon."
[ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] spoke earnestly, and the bound man, after a moment of stunned silence, nodded vigorously:
"Please leave without worry, I will absolutely not report you! Please believe me!"
Upon hearing this, [Pond Fish and Old Abyss] paused in his untying motion:
"No."
"Ah?"
The original owner of the house was puzzled, and he met [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss's ] earnest eyes:
"You're a good citizen, you have to report the two of us."
"This..."
The original owner of the house was immediately caught in a dilemma. Clearly, for a commoner like him, avoiding trouble was his usual way of doing things.
"I won't untie you unless you report it."
[Pond Fish and Old Abyss] put on a stern face, giving off an air of impending violence if anyone disobeyed.
"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, I'll do whatever you say."
Upon hearing this promise, [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] nodded in satisfaction and released the original owners of the houses from their bonds.
"We'll leave now. In twenty minutes, go to the small chapel across the street and report us to them, telling them that the two of us headed south."
"Clear."
The two left the house and headed straight south.
To the south of the chapel lies a chaotic residential area, with houses and courtyards of varying heights and styles, resembling a mosaic when viewed from above.
Once inside the area, the intricate network of staircases and alleyways made it clear that it was an area conducive to the team's infiltration.
After entering this area, [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] and [ Dark Archmage ] did not rush to escape. Instead, they began a magical operation—weaving a net.
Ever since someone complained that [ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] looked like a giant spider when covered in Deadwood Vine, she actually started researching the feasibility of this idea.
When a Plant Compatibility is high enough, it can make some lower-level plants grow according to its own ideas.
This is especially evident in plants like Deadwood Vine, which are highly adaptable.
[ Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] is currently making these little guys from the Greenhouse as slender as possible, and then placing them at the entrances and corners of some alleys.
She herself crouched in a relatively secluded spot, intently sensing the information emanating from the Deadwood Vine.
The Dark Archmage had quietly slipped to a nearby rooftop and was watching from afar as a suspicious-looking middle-aged man ran towards the chapel.
He's already left; let's get ready.
"Okay, will there be any problems if we leave those things at his house?"
[ The Pond Fish and Old Abyss ] The "those things" mentioned here naturally refer to the used "cocoons" and the residue of some plant consumables.
"Without these things, the priests might not believe them."
[ The Dark Archmage ] said:
"If I could, I still wouldn't want to hurt NPCs."
"Really."
In the distance, near the chapel.
A priest dressed in a combat robe was patrolling the street, constantly striking a small drum-like object in his hand, and with each strike he would shout in a deep voice:
Curfew has begun; everyone go home.
He didn't see any citizens along the way. The curfew order was issued in the morning and had reached the ears of most citizens in just one day. The citizens who learned of this news were also willing to abide by these regulations.
After all, in a fantasy world with extraordinary powers, ordinary citizens at the bottom of society naturally dare not disobey those who wield such power.
However, just when the streets of the entire city were deserted, he saw a man stumbling and running towards him.
"My lord, my lord, I have something to report..."
The patrolling priest went up and kicked the man to the ground.
"Curfew has started, how dare you go out?"
The man rubbed his stomach in confusion:
"Curfew? What curfew?"
"You do not know?"
The priest looked at the man who had gotten up with some surprise, while the man looked like he had suffered a great deal of bitterness and hatred.
"Sir, two thieves broke into my house last night. They tied us all up, and we haven't had a chance to get out all day. We really didn't know about the curfew."
Upon hearing this, the priest quickly pressed for an answer:
"Them? Where are the thieves now?"
"They've already run away. I came to report their misdeeds to you immediately, please be sure to..."
As the man spoke, he noticed the priest's expression growing increasingly strange:
"They ran away at this time?"
He looked at the man and patted him on the shoulder:
"You must go to the chapel again to report this tomorrow morning after dawn."
"As for now, you can go home if you want to live."