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Chapter 435 Harvest Map
The next day, Helot felt that there were subtle changes in the Mass Industrial Park. He used a homemade instrument to detect various places in the park and found that there were strong fluctuations of sacred energy underground in the entire park. Based on experience, it can be guessed that the underground experiment has entered a very critical stage.

He wanted to sneak into the underground to investigate, but the guards around him were following him very closely, and the security force in the park was several levels higher than usual, so the underground must be heavily guarded.

There's no need to expose yourself to danger for an unknown sacred creature.

I worked until four o'clock in the afternoon, and the old sailor I met yesterday passed on the message.

He contacted the Komosas resistance and arranged to meet at the caravan in Sharpstone Lane at six o'clock tonight.

The caravan is a wandering theater troupe. Whenever they arrive at a place, they will set up a huge tent and perform juggling, circus, and erotic dramas. In places where entertainment is scarce, caravans are the favorite place for the lower class to go, especially at night when there are all kinds of people, which is suitable for doing shady things.

However, Helot did not intend to go to the appointment in person. He did not trust a cunning sailor.

In the evening, Helot sorted out the information he had collected during the day as usual.

A bat quietly flew out of the park.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Jianshi Alley was extremely lively. The caravan performance not only attracted a large number of spectators, but also attracted various vendors. People shuttled among them, enjoying the cheap drinks and food here with their day's income. There were also many girls in revealing clothes, posing and pulling the men who had agreed on the price into the temporary shacks set up behind them.

Brisney, wearing a smock and a hood, moved among the crowd in a low-key manner.

I bought a ticket and went into the big tent.

There was a trapeze artist performing on the stage in the middle, and a few seals were clapping cutely below. The clown performed a farce with all his might, which frequently drew loud laughter from the audience.

Brisney observed the audience surrounding the stage and immediately spotted the old sailor with his master's magical mark on him.

He stood away from the stage, drinking from a bottle of wine.

Brisney did not rush over to make contact. She stood there and continued to observe, noticing that there were many powerful guys near the old sailor. Moreover, their attention was not on the performance on the stage, but constantly looking at the position of the old sailor.

The master's prediction was correct!
A person who can betray a friend will certainly betray a stranger without hesitation.

As for how to complete the master's task, Brishney thought about it and came up with a solution.

She grabbed the hand of a very strong man next to her, slapped him in the face, and scolded him: "What are you touching? Dirty guy, go home and touch your ass."

After saying that, he kicked the man to the ground.

There were laughter all around.

The man got up, his face red with anger, and rushed towards Brishney waving his fists.

Brishney dodged nimbly, tiptoed, tripped another person to the ground, and punched the third person in the waist. In the chaos, they didn't know who hit them, so they punched and kicked the people around them.

In a short time, the tent became chaotic. Even the actors on the stage stopped performing and shouted and fanned the flames.

The men who were ambushing here by Finch were also distracted by the sudden chaos. When they remembered their mission and turned to look at the old crew member, they found that he was gone.

Damn!

Another one was lost.

At this moment, the old sailor was walking alone on a secluded road. He looked dazed and it was obvious that he was under the influence of a hallucinogenic spell.

Turning into an even more hidden alley, the old sailor shuddered and gradually regained consciousness.

"Where am I? I should be..."

The old crew member realized something and immediately turned around and tried to escape, but the only way out behind him was blocked by a dark shadow.

"who are you?"

"I... am not a human!" Brishney lifted her hood, her eyes were bloodshot, and fangs protruded from the corners of her mouth.

“Suck, vampire…” The old crew member stepped back in fear, but soon his back hit a damp wall: “No, don’t suck my blood.”

Brisney stepped forward and said, "I won't drink your blood even if you give it to me for free. You made an appointment with my master, but set an ambush at the meeting place. Can you explain this?"

Sweat poured down the old crew member's forehead, and he cursed himself for being too greedy. Knowing that the other party was a necromancer, he should have been more cautious.

"I'm sorry, actually... I was also forced." The old crew member quickly made up an excuse: "I helped your master to make an appointment with the rebels. They wanted to capture your master. If I didn't cooperate, they would kill me. Please forgive me. I'm so old. I won't live much longer without you doing anything."

Brisney looked at the old crew member with disdain: "No matter whether what you said is true or not, I will not kill you. Since the time has been agreed with the rebels, my master will definitely meet with them.

The other side has ambushed so many people, the leader must be of a very high level. "

The old crew member breathed a sigh of relief, then replied: "I don't know what level he is, but the rebels here all listen to him."

Brisney took out a black wooden box and handed it to the old crew member: "Give this to the other side's leader."

The old sailor took it and asked, "What is this?"

"Don't ask if you're not supposed to know."

A black mist rose under Brisney's feet, and when the mist dissipated, her figure disappeared.

The old crewman was at a loss holding the wooden box. This was the thing of the dead, and who knew what curse was inside.

But he didn't dare to throw it, because he knew that the vampire must be watching him somewhere, and if he didn't send it over, he would be dead.

Send it out quickly and leave Miracle Island overnight!
The old crew member ran back to the caravan, and was then captured by the rebels and brought to Finch.

Finch asked with an unpleasant expression: "Where did you go? Are all these lies from you? You don't even know any necromancer, so you ran away!"

The knife was placed on the old sailor's neck.

The old crew member quickly explained: "I, I didn't run away, a vampire took me away!"

vampire!
"The necromancer didn't show up, and you said you were captured by a vampire..." Finch's murderous intent made his face hideous. "And then you appeared in front of me intact. How can I believe you?"

The old crew member said loudly: "Your men were too stupid. The Necromancer discovered the ambush, so he created chaos and let the vampire capture me. But the Necromancer said that this appointment is still valid. The vampire asked me to give this to you."

The old crewman handed over the wooden box, and Finch instinctively stepped back.

Although he had never seen a real necromancer, the legends of the dead always appeared together with diseases, curses, and bad luck, which made him feel afraid.

Finch didn't dare to take the wooden box and ordered one of his men to bring it to him.

The subordinate had a miserable look on his face, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he could only take the wooden box painfully.

"Open it!" Finch took a few steps back.

The man holding the wooden box looked at the others pleadingly, but no one dared to step forward and open the lid. Feeling Finch's murderous gaze, he could only hold the wooden box in his arms with one hand, slowly open the lid with the other hand, and then close his eyes in despair.

A puff of black smoke came out of the box and then gathered into a half-ghost.

"It seems that my prediction was very accurate." Helot said through the ghost messenger: "The old drunkard sold me out. I wonder how much he sold me for?"

Finch felt relieved when he saw that the ghost didn't seem to have any ill intentions: "One hundred gold pound notes." "That's less!"

Finch said, "I think it's missing too! Master, could you please introduce yourself first and let me know who you are, or who you represent?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. This meeting is just to seek answers to a few questions."

Finch: “Why should I answer your question?”

"If you don't want to answer the questions, then this meeting is meaningless... Goodbye!"

The ghost messenger dissipated into black smoke and went back into the box.

Finch was speechless. Why did you just leave like that? I still have a lot of questions to ask you!

"Please wait a moment."

Black smoke emerged and gathered into a ghostly shape again: "Looks like I can ask questions now."

"Ask! But in exchange, you must also answer my questions."

"That's fair." Helot asked, "What is the relationship between you, the resistance army, and the torturers?"

Finch asked in confusion: "What is that, torturer?"

"Is this your problem?"

Finch said quickly: "No, it's not. I don't know what the relationship is between the prisoner and the resistance. Maybe my level is not high enough. Does this answer satisfy you?"

"Satisfied! You may ask questions now."

Finch asked, "Why did you rescue Liaya?"

"Do you need a reason to save people?"

Finch didn't believe it: "There are so many people on Miracle Island who need to be rescued, why her?"

"Because I can save whoever I want."

Finch opened his mouth, knowing that it would be useless to ask further questions: "Okay, this is an answer, it's your turn to ask!"

"What is the relationship between the Mass Theocracy and your resistance army?"

Finch thought about it. "I can't say, but it's the same as you thought."

Helot paused and said, "Okay, continue."

Finch asked, "What is your relationship with the Claulund family?"

"Hahaha...just as you thought."

Finch couldn't help but laugh: "I was thinking...you are Helot Claulund."

"..."

The ghost's silence made the smile on Finch's face gradually disappear, and then it turned ugly: "You, are you really Mr. Claulund?"

"You're not following the rules. It's my turn to ask questions."

"Okay, okay..." Finch looked at the ghost in front of him and felt cold all over.

Helot asked: "What are they researching underground in Mass Industrial Park?"

"I don't know what it is specifically, I just know that they are developing a new sacred creature. For the purpose of the experiment, they asked us to capture some sacred monsters."

Realizing who he was facing, Finch's attitude became much more serious than at the beginning.

With the information provided by Ian, Helot knew that Finch had not lied to him: "It's your turn."

Finch was very cautious in asking this question. He thought for a while and asked, "Does the Comus Islands have a chance to become independent?"

"Independence? How can a rebel army that betrays its compatriots and sells magical beasts be qualified to talk about the independence of the Comossos Islands? If the Comossos of Miracle Island knew that you captured the sacred beasts in their hearts and slaughtered them in the Mass Industrial Park, would they support you? You also know this, so you disguise yourself as a villain, but can this self-deceiving disguise deceive everyone's eyes forever?

You are now Komosas in body, but your spirit has been polluted by foreign thoughts."

Finch loudly defended himself: "But if we don't do this, where will we get the money to buy weapons? How can we fight against battleships, cannons, mechanical cyborgs, genetically modified humans..."

"You have to find the answer yourself. I have no obligation, and even less position, to help you."

Finch's momentum immediately fell. It was a joke for him to talk to Claulund about the independence of the Comoss Islands. His ancestor's name was written on the imperial constitution.

"You're right, we are enemies!"

Helot: "My last question, how do we get into the core laboratory underground in Mass Industrial Park?"

Finch thought for a moment and said, "Actually, you can't get in. There is an independent security system there, and only priests or priests with certificates can enter. Just not having holy energy is enough to trigger the alarm. Of course, if you can summon the undead army of the Claulund family to attack, you can rush in.

But this could lead to a diplomatic incident or even a war between the two countries.”

"Maybe I will really attack by force. Why don't you give me a map of the interior of the underground laboratory so that I can find the core faster when I attack."

Finch was very surprised: "Do you really dare to attack the industrial park of the Mass Church?"

"Whether you dare or not is my business. And if the Empire and the Theocracy go to war, wouldn't you be able to take the opportunity to become independent?"

The independence of the Comus Islands is a great temptation to Vinci. If two powerful countries go to war, it will indeed be a rare opportunity.

"Okay, I'll draw a map for you." Finch said, "Now it's time for my last question. What is Mr. Claulund's real purpose in coming to the Comossa Islands?"

"Looking for the torturer."

"What is a torturer?"

"Once you can get in touch with them, you'll naturally know what they are. If you have any news about the prisoner and want to exchange some bounty from me, just open this box and release the ghost messenger."

Finch was very curious about the "prisoner" who was able to lead Claulund from the empire to the Comosso Islands.

"Okay, if I have any news about the prisoner, I will definitely consider selling it to you. I will draw you a map of the underground laboratory in Mass Industrial Park right away, and when you grab the sacred creature they are studying, please tell me what it is."

"no problem."

It didn't take long for the ghost messenger to deliver the map drawn by Finch to Helot.

Based on what he knew about the underground structure, Helot judged that the map Vinci gave him should be correct. After all, he definitely hoped that the Empire and the Theocracy would go to war.

(End of this chapter)