Our family is in decline

"What about the armed forces?"

"The town has thirty peace officers, but there are no militiamen. Instead, some mercenaries are hired to take charge."

Lance understood that a town with a population of only a thousand people certainly didn't have much money to build an army, so it would be better to outsource it directly to the guild.

According to this kind of armed force, Lance felt that even an elite team of his could launch a beheading operation, and those who were left after the death of the mayor had no room to resist.

Thinking about it this way, there are conditions for realizing what Walter said about regaining the territory~

But he quickly suppressed his thoughts. He didn't have so many management talents on hand, and even if he regained it, it wouldn't have much effect. On the contrary, it would drag down the development of Hamlet. At this stage, it is better to concentrate on doing big things.

Moreover, the ancestor, a loser, voluntarily gave up the right to rule. He had a bad reputation for starting a war without an excuse. He had to find a way to gain righteousness.

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As night falls, this town is indeed more prosperous than Hamlet. When people who go out to work in the fields return home after nightfall, little firelights appear above the town, and the voices of some parents can be heard.

Then slowly, most families calmed down. After a long day's work, everyone wanted to lie down in bed and sleep quickly. Moreover, candles and torches were very expensive, and ordinary people were not willing to use them.

"Coming~"

Disma's voice sounded slightly, and Lance quickly looked through the crack in the door to the opposite side.

Two men in black hooded robes opened the door opposite and quickly walked out carrying a sack.

Before leaving, he glanced around a few times to make sure no one noticed him before walking aside.

It's just that this cultist is obviously not very professional, and this action looks very stiff.

"Keep an eye on him. If he wants to escape, just stab him with your sword."

Lance looked back at the guy who was tied to the bed and couldn't move, and then gave the woman an explanation.

After saying that, Disma and Disma followed.

The man did not take the main road, but shuttled through the trails. Fortunately, because of the woman's explanation and the simple map she drew, Lance was no stranger to the small town environment, and he could still stick to it even though he was separated by a distance. Live that guy.

Soon the man stopped in front of a gate with a sack, raised his hand and knocked three times, and then someone helped him in.

"My lord has found it!" Disma's voice was lowered, but his excitement could not be concealed.

"Wait a minute, I want all the cultists in the town to come over, and we're not sure what's going on inside yet. We have to find a way to see inside..." Lance said and observed this place and found that it was the town's slaughterhouse. .

This place is far away from the center of the town, and there is slaughter as a cover-up. It is no wonder that the bloody rituals of the cultists have not been discovered.

Just how to get there?

And just as he was thinking, someone wearing a hooded robe knocked on the door and entered.

"Sir, why don't we take action yet?"

"They won't start until there are enough people."

"But that girl~" Disma was hesitant. He wanted to save the girl, but it really made him a little sad to think of the old mother he saw today.

"We don't know how many cultists have developed in the town. If we don't kill them all at once, even if you save one, someone will still be harmed later. Only by killing them all can we put an end to this situation."

Lance calmly assessed the situation and calmed Disma's emotions.

"Don't forget that we are dealing with cultists, not bandits. Only calmness will allow you to fight against them."

Why doesn't he want to rescue the girl directly, but the evil cult in the town must be eradicated, otherwise there will be endless disasters.

However, Disma's words did remind him that he had originally planned to adopt a relatively mild observation strategy, but now he changed.

Lance smiled and looked at Disma and asked, "Is your sword still sharp?"

"Why do you say that, sir?"

"We surround the area to provide reinforcements and intercept and kill the cultists who come outside. Try not to use muskets so as not to alert other people."

Disma has been using muskets to kill enemies all the time, so I wonder if his skills have deteriorated.

"Don't worry, sir, not a single cultist will make a sound." Disma understood something when he heard these words, and immediately drew out his dagger with a cruel look on his face.

Before he could walk out, Lance grabbed him, raised his hand to silence him, and pointed to the street.

Disma looked and saw someone coming down the street.

It's just that he doesn't have the hood of a cultist's robe. Instead, he wears ordinary linen clothes, with a colorful apron on his upper body, and several tool bags hanging on his waist.

But this man was no ordinary townsman, for in one hand he held a mace-like baton with a spike at the end, and in the other he led a long-haired hound.

Disma's eyes were sharp and he could see the brass police badge pinned to his shoulder.

The person who came turned out to be a peace officer!

But he couldn't control that much. He turned to look at the lord and raised his hand to cut his throat. It was self-evident what he meant.

He didn't believe that a small town's police chief would go out on patrol after get off work instead of going to pubs, casinos and brothels for entertainment, let alone coming to such a remote location at this time, which was even more suspicious.

"One of my own~ Look at the handkerchief in your hand and the paper rolled into a tube. That is the missing person notice. Moreover, the dog's actions are sniffing rather than patrolling, which means that he is looking for something. We have walked the same way we came here, and we obviously found the girl's scent."

Lance observed the visitor and explained in a low voice. After careful observation, Disma realized that there were so many details that he had not noticed, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It's just that such a dedicated Sheriff gave him the feeling that it was an illusion.

"No! I'm going to stop him. You watch the surroundings and don't let the cultists find out, otherwise our plan will fall short."

When Lance saw the dog walking directly towards the slaughterhouse, he realized something and walked out of the darkness where he was hiding.

The sudden appearance of such a big man directly attracted the attention of the dog. However, this dog was well-trained and did not bark. Instead, it crawled forward and was ready to attack at any time, accompanied by bursts of warning growls. Look at that The grinning look is also ferocious. Being bitten is not a good feeling~

Lance was not frightened, but waved at the man to signal him not to come. At the same time, he said he was not a threat, and then walked over alone.

The Sheriff was puzzled. Judging from the way he raised his baton, he knew that he had not let down his guard.

But just when he was about to ask questions, he saw the visitor making a gesture of silence and pointing to the building nearby. This strange behavior made him stop involuntarily and tighten the tight dog leash on his hand. .