At night, when the moonlight shone upon the entire Dea Plateau in silver, a carriage departed from Deya City and slowly traveled south, finally stopping near a massive yellow rock.
Only one person was in the carriage. He was dressed entirely in black, with a loose hood that almost completely covered his face.
He stepped down from the carriage and shouted toward the yellow rock:
“Is anyone there? It’s Mole!”
A long time passed after he spoke, but there was no movement from the yellow rock. This made Anderson feel a bit worried:
‘Where are those guys? It’s one thing to stand me up, but did they all run away?’
Anderson had come into contact with these Blasphemers through a middleman in the Black Market half a month ago.
Relying on the reputation and professional ethics he had accumulated over the years in the Black Market, Anderson quickly established a good cooperative relationship with them.
One side possessed a large number of Gold Coins of unknown origin that could be spent anywhere except in the Sylvia Kingdom, while the other side possessed many rare items that could be sold anywhere except in Wangsheng City.
It could only be said that heroes do not ask about origins, and good things do not ask about sources.
Since both parties had what the other needed, it was a match made in heaven, mutually beneficial.
In addition to being mutually beneficial, Anderson would also sell various pieces of intelligence to the Blasphemers and occasionally help them with tasks, just like now.
This morning, the Captain of the Blasphemers, Hughes, had offered ten Gold Coins for Anderson to participate in their upcoming Secret task.
He required the latter to be responsible for the pickup work, safely sending Brendan and Kodo back after the Secret task was completed.
Anderson didn’t ask many questions. Instead, he accepted four Gold Coins as a deposit and led his men to wait patiently at the gates of Deya City with the carriage.
However, even after nightfall and 2 hours past the scheduled pickup time, Anderson finally decided to stop waiting.
He drove the carriage alone to the Blasphemers’ camp to see what had happened.
“Running away is fine too. Regardless, the previous accounts have been settled, and I’ve even made a profit of four Gold Coins for nothing. I’ll just have to find a new partner from The Afterlife later.”
Anderson wasn’t surprised by the sudden departure of the Blasphemers. After all, in their line of work, one should never be surprised by any sudden situation.
Perhaps they were unlucky and had been eaten by a Demon…
‘Sigh, since I’m already here, I might as well see if they left anything valuable behind.’
Anderson planned to check their camp. He climbed onto the rock and felt around.
A few minutes later, he finally touched a stone that could be moved and found the entrance to the camp.
But as soon as he moved the stone, a thick smell of blood hit his face!
‘This is bad!’ Anderson retreated repeatedly in fear. ‘I wondered why I was stood up; it turns out they were silenced!’
Without hesitation or any thought of taking advantage to search the bodies, Anderson planned to leave immediately.
But just as he was about to turn and depart, a familiar voice came from inside the camp, calling out to him:
“Anderson, what are you doing here?”
“Huh? This voice… Truth?!”
Anderson whipped his head around to look deep into the dark and blood-stained camp. Why would the Saintess appear in this place?!
‘Truth… is that you?’
“Come in.”
Truth’s tone was very calm. Combined with the terrifying, bloody camp under the night sky, Anderson only felt an incredibly eerie sensation, so he had to be cautious:
“Prove you’re Truth first. I’m afraid you’re some strange thing trying to lure me inside!”
“I bought a Dragon Egg of the Illusory Realm from you for ten Gold Coins.”
‘Ah, it seems it’s the real one…’
Truth’s single sentence dispelled all of Anderson’s concerns.
The matter of the Dragon Egg of the Illusory Realm was currently only known to him, Truth, and Reg.
Thus, he pinched his nose and cautiously walked into the camp, stepping over one corpse after another, finally seeing Truth at a small wooden table.
At this moment, Truth was sitting on the wooden table with her hands propping her up behind her and her legs crossed.
She looked at the bewildered Anderson with a very curious expression, appearing quite leisurely.
If there weren’t so many bloodstains and corpses around, Anderson would have felt this was a very suitable time for a chat.
‘Truth, these people were all…’
Anderson asked cautiously. He noticed that Truth was very clean; only her palms were slightly stained with blood.
It seemed these Blasphemers weren’t killed by her, but likely by that mysterious Saint’s Shadow Guard.
“That’s right.”
Truth nodded. These people were all killed by her.
Because she was too lazy to change her clothes, these people had their hearts pierced by blood threads and were killed after she finished the interrogation.
She hadn’t made any close contact.
The dried blood on her hands was only from when she had grabbed a chin in the Mist earlier.
Originally, when Truth saw the Captain of the Blasphemers kneel directly to her, she had thought about sparing his life after the questioning to continue fishing for bigger prey.
However, as soon as she introduced herself as a “Common Demon” passing by, the Captain of the Blasphemers suddenly turned traitor.
‘So it was just a Common Demon?’ Hughes thought.
Since this Demon could quickly kill the Level 30 Kodo and appear silently before him through the Tracking and Hunting Mark, it meant its strength was at least at the Four Rank…
After all, he was also at the Four Rank, so only an Assassin-type Demon of the same Rank or higher could hide perfectly before him.
Additionally, the strength of the creatures here on the Dea Plateau was generally low-Rank; it was truly a gathering place for weaklings. Therefore…
This Demon was an Assassin-type Demon, and its Level was probably between the Four Rank and the Fifth Rank!
‘In that case…’
Hughes immediately thought of a strategy.
First was the numbers; there was only one Demon, while he had a total of eight companions. The advantage was his!
Second, he still had many items specifically for dealing with Demons, such as Holy Water and silver weapons.
After all, one had to be prepared for Demons when out and about…
Excellent, the law of victory was already established.
Still in a kneeling posture, Hughes secretly gave a wink to his subordinates.
The next second, he suddenly turned around, pulled a Silver Longsword from the weapon rack behind him, and his subordinates followed suit, erupting into action!
“My sword is not without its bite!” Hughes roared as he slashed at Truth.
Then he was slapped away by Truth, his head spinning 270 degrees before hitting the nearby wall, dying instantly…
“Do you know them?” Truth asked, pointing at Hughes’s corpse on the ground.
She was quite surprised by Anderson’s appearance here; this guy’s business range was quite wide.
“Yes… I’ve been doing some small business with them lately. But please rest assured, I have always been a devout Believer of Life and have absolutely no thoughts of betrayal!”
Anderson swore. He didn’t want to be disposed of by Truth as a spy for the Blasphemers.
“Fine, fine. I have no interest in your small business or your Faith. But this is just as well; Reg isn’t here right now, so you are a pretty good choice…”
Truth sized Anderson up from head to toe, lost in thought.