Our family is in decline

Lance raised his hands and came closer, and under the moonlit night, the two faces finally saw each other clearly.

The Sheriff looks to be in his thirties, with short to medium blond hair, a lush beard that is also golden, and a rough face with sharp eyes. The whole person seems to have a tenacious and even stubborn temperament, which is unusual. Things are immovable.

Lance's face also surprised the Sheriff. He had never seen such an upright face in this small town. He also knew that his temperament was not something ordinary people could raise. Even the mayor didn't have that feeling.

The long-haired hound seemed to realize that Lance was not an enemy, nor did he look as ferocious as before, so he came closer and took a sniff.

It can only be said that most people are based on face, even the Sheriff is no exception. His guard was lowered a lot. He thought he was in some trouble, but was interrupted when he was about to ask.

Lance didn't speak, but raised his hand to speak on the other side.

Although the Sheriff felt confused, he still took the dog and distanced himself a little.

"I'm the Sheriff here, can I help you?"

"Calm down your mood first. What I'm about to say is very important." Lance didn't mean to drag it out any longer. He told the story of the cult and a series of kidnapping cases in just a few sentences.

"And now the girl has been tied in by them and is preparing for the sacrifice ceremony."

"Ah!" The Sheriff was shocked when he heard this, but his first reaction was not to be afraid, nor to run away or ask for help from the church, but to save people.

"Hurry up and hide, I'll go rescue you."

"Wait." Lance stood in front of him and stopped him.

"Don't cause trouble, I will get rid of those heretics!"

The Sheriff was not thin at all. On the contrary, he was stronger than most of the malnourished townspeople. His eagerness made him raise his hand to push the person away, but he found that the person in front of him was not moving at all.

This situation made him subconsciously stunned for a moment, and Lance took the opportunity to calm him down.

"Listen to me first, those cultists..."

Before Lance could finish speaking, another situation suddenly appeared on the other side. A cultist in black robes walked over, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, obviously seeing the two people on the road.

But before the Sheriff could react, the man in black robe was covered by a figure that emerged from the darkness and cut his throat with a sword.

Disma's murderous action immediately made the sheriff excited, and he instinctively waved his baton and let go of the chain in his hand.

"Come on girl!"

Lance was forced to have no choice but to take action and directly reached out to grab the collar around the dog's neck, causing the dog that had just started to suddenly slam on the brakes and stumble to the ground.

The other hand directly grabbed the Sheriff's hand holding the baton, and at the same time, he shouted to stop the Sheriff from further behavior.

"That's one of our own, don't mess around!"

Damn, you two fools.

Lance also became angry, but quickly calmed down.

There has been no previous contact between the two, so it is normal for misunderstandings to arise. What is needed is communication and understanding, not boring venting.

Lance quickly explained the situation, and at the same time brought the Sheriff and the dog to join Disma.

"So understand, we are clearing the town of cultists, and the girl is still safe before the ceremony begins."

As Lance spoke, he inspected the corpse of the cultist. It was just an ordinary person. There was no abnormality. He didn't even have a copper plate on his body. His face showed a twisted look of fear. I'm afraid he didn't see Disma until he died. , and don’t know what happened.

But there is no mercy for the cultist Lance. Instead of pitying them, he would rather pity the ordinary people who were brutally killed by them.

Lance took off the robe from the corpse and threw it to Disma.

"Find another one, let's put this on and sneak in to save people."

But the Sheriff also realized that he was the Sheriff of the town!

"No, this is too dangerous. I will rescue people. This is not your responsibility."

"No~" Lance stood up and looked at him, "This is my responsibility."

This is his territory. Even if he leaves independently, he will have to take it back sooner or later. The people who live here are his people. He has the responsibility to save people and drive out all the cultists in the territory.

The Sheriff didn't understand what he said, but when Lance spoke in a commanding tone, he felt inexplicably obedient.

"You will know the reason later, but now if you want to save someone, just do as I say. You look here first, and we will find another one. Don't act rashly and disrupt the plan."

Lance explained vaguely but immediately brought back the focus. At the same time, he raised his head to signal Disma. He put on his robe without hesitation and walked out swaggeringly.

Lance also carried the body into the darkness, sacrificed it directly when it was out of sight, then threw all the debris into the display room, and then began to look for the next lucky person.

As a law enforcer, although the Sheriff was eager to rush in and rescue the victim, he also understood that now he should unite the front and immediately raised his hand to pet the dog.

Hounds are generally very smart and seem to be able to understand their master's emotions. They immediately leaned their heads over to rub each other, and the two leaned against each other to soothe his anxious heart.

Fortunately, Lance and the two came back quickly. After putting on their black robes and lowering their heads slightly, they really couldn't see much difference.

"You stay outside and the two of us go in. After about five minutes, you open the door to help us attract the attention of the cultists."

"Sir, why don't we wait for the cultists outside to come?" Disma reminded him after hearing this.

The previous plan was to gather around the spot and call for reinforcements, why did it change again?

“All plans are not fixed and are based on reasonable predictions based on the existing situation, so they only conform to the situation at the moment they are formulated.

For example, before, the two of us really didn't have enough manpower to control the situation, so we could only choose a more conservative approach if we wanted to save people.

And when the actual situation changes, the plan must also change. Don't blindly implement it, but make changes, otherwise it will only cause greater trouble.

Just like now, there are three of us and one dog. As long as he draws the attention of those cultists, we are sure to save him. By then, there will be no hostages and a few cultists will not be worth mentioning.

As long as you don't attract outside attention and kill the controlling slaughterhouses inside, the remaining cultists will come over on their own. "

As the saying goes, soldiers are impermanent, power and water are impermanent, and plans are always changing.

Disma also understood what the lord meant and stopped talking nonsense.

"Can I trust you?"

"Understood." The Sheriff nodded seriously and agreed.

"Leave it to you." Lance raised his hand and patted the Sheriff's shoulder, then wrapped himself in his black robe and walked towards the other side.