Demon Sage

Cypress Street, newsstand, near the mailbox.

This is what was recorded on the note that Ogoff handed him a few days ago. Cypress Street is in the northern urban area. Starting from the door of the house, go to the detective office first to confirm that there are no stalkers around. The carriage takes more than half an hour. When you get to your destination, look at the signs along the way and walk for a few blocks before reaching your destination.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, at the appointed time, Donald appeared in front of the newsstand on time. Inside was a middle-aged man with a big belly and thinning hair. Donald was adjusting his pocket watch in the past. Ordinary things can't be ordinary.

Is such a person really a member of a cult?

However, there were no other newsstands around, so Donald hesitantly took out the copper sheet and placed it on the front counter.

"You came on time. Wait on the bench next to me. Wait for me for 3 minutes. I'm going to close the store."

Seeing the token, the middle-aged man's hand was unexpectedly quick, he held it in his hand, and then pretended to hand over a new magazine.

9 o'clock is the normal closing time of newsstands, and it is agreed at this time to ensure that everything is as usual.

"It's really meant to be connected to an underground organization. It's not much better than the underground market..."

Strictly speaking, a cult organization is not the same as an underground market. The latter is acquiesced by the government, while the former belongs to an organization that, once discovered, will be directly listed on the extermination list.

There is absolutely no room for manoeuvre, no wonder they made these things so complicated.

When he saw the newsstand manager again, he changed into a brown coat and wore a beret, not a bowler hat or a tall silk top hat, and he had no walking stick in his hand. Obviously, his identity was even middle-class. Class is not enough.

When closing the newsstand door, he gestured to Donald from a hidden place, motioning him to follow.

"Where are you going?"

Obviously the other party led the way, but Donald was walking in front. The newsstand manager just stood one step behind him, directing his progress.

"my home."

"what?"

What does it mean to go to your house, the place of transaction is in your house?

About 10 minutes later, Donald looked at the dilapidated house on the two floors in front of him and realized that the other party was not joking.

The window on the side of the house shone with light. Donald glanced over and saw a child watching the two of them behind the window.

"That's yours......"

"Son, it's my child. Your Excellency, please come in. Lord Ogoff is already waiting for you at home."

The newsstand manager confirmed Donald's guess without hesitation, but the latter's throat was choked.

Cultists...have kids?

In Donald's eyes, cult members are always those who have an unsustainable life and lost hope for the future, which is why they embark on this dark road.

However, when the door opened, he saw a woman coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of steamed potatoes, and behind her was a little girl holding an empty porcelain bowl.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Ogoff is waiting for you upstairs. Go upstairs to the second room."

The woman also knew exactly what happened to him, and bowed to him in front of the two children without any embarrassment. The girl actually followed suit, and the middle-aged man put his arms around the other child's shoulders and bowed. All are habitual actions.

"No, you don't need to bow... Hungry, go eat quickly, I'll just go up by myself."

He hurriedly stopped, his voice involuntarily raised a few degrees, Donald rubbed the little girl's hair, and his left hand holding the hidden knife and cane turned white tightly.

When he walked to the top of the stairs and looked back, the couple and their two children had already sat at the dining table and had dinner like an ordinary family, but the meaning behind it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Two children so young, their self-awareness is not mature enough, it is the time when they imitate their parents to establish their own concept of life.

How can this be so?

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he walked up the stairs, stood in front of the second door, knocked on the door, and it was Ogoff who opened the door. Inside was a tidy storage room. There are tables and chairs, and the light is still bright.

pat~pat~

After sitting down, the sound of footsteps outside the window shocked both of them. Ogoff took a big step to the window and looked down with his back against the wall.

"It's alright, it's just that there is a team of police arresting people. The target is not our place, but our small stronghold nearby."

After staying at the window for a few minutes, the sound of footsteps faded away, and the sound of gunfire echoed vaguely, but Ogoff's expression seemed relaxed, and he returned to his seat.

"A stronghold?"

"It's just an information transfer station within the organization, it doesn't matter."

Ogoff carelessly put a suitcase on the table and opened the iron buckle.

"You got the news ahead of time?"

"No, everyone in that stronghold should have been arrested now. Don't worry, it won't affect us. It's just the death of a few low-level believers, and it won't affect anything."

Human life is so insignificant in his mouth, the death of a few believers seems to be only a few pence lost.

Even worse.

"So are the people below?"

"Of course, these people are at the bottom of the society, and it only takes a little favor to make them give up on the church... just some pawns that can come in handy occasionally."

When Ogoff communicated with Donald, he completely regarded him as a demon~www.wuxiahere.com~ Naturally, he did not dare to deceive in his words.

Money in exchange for gratitude, and then control the mind.

eventually drag them down into the abyss.

This reality is too cruel, thinking that the warm family below is likely to be sacrificed as an abandoned child at some point in the future.

For the first time, Donald developed an extreme disgust for cults.

They are not qualified to talk about other people's life and death so casually!

"Mr. Grant, this is the sincerity of our preparation. Mr. Rastoller specially explained that I must personally participate in the transaction. This is what you want, and this is what you need to help translate."

Ogoff didn't feel Donald's mood change at all, he just focused on taking things out of the box, 3 scrolls, 2 potions, these were all the things in the box.

Opened one by one, the three scrolls are all copied copies, two of which need to be translated, and the remaining one is the talent potion formula that Donald wants and the matching magic circle. The potion naturally enhances the effect of meditation. 's medicine.

"Agile thinking..."

Open the talent scroll, try to divert his attention and prevent his emotions from being exposed. Right now, he can't do anything to this cult.

But that doesn't mean later.

A simple reading, the above record is a spiritual talent suitable for all wizards.

The description of the effect of agile thinking includes improving the flow of spiritual power, speeding up the casting speed, etc.

To be able to come up with such a targeted talent scroll, it is obvious that Rastolle has also made a lot of money. No wonder he only needs to bring a talent scroll and a few bottles of potion and ask him to translate two contents.

Relying on his own exploration, Donald finally came into contact with the most core thing in the other side of this world—talent!