Our family is in decline

Disma glanced at the Sheriff. He didn't understand why the lord trusted this person so much, but the lord always judged people very accurately, and he seemed to be the same way at the beginning.

He didn't say much, just nodded slightly to acknowledge the conscientious police officer, and then followed him.

"Wait a minute and knock on the door three times. Don't raise your head or speak. Open the door and go straight in. Be careful that there may be problems with the air. When I do, take action.

Don't hold back your hands when the time comes. You can use your gun in times of crisis. If something goes wrong, approach me immediately. Don't try to do harm. "Lance whispered.

Cultists are not like bandits. Their methods are weird. If you want to develop cults, you will definitely have leaders such as priests, so there will definitely be evil magic. I don’t know the specific situation.

With [Protection], I can be immune to evil spells, but Disma is not, so the most important thing is to guard against this trick.

Sometimes being too handsome is a worry. At least it can't be him who knocks on the door, and he has to tie a scarf to cover half of his face, otherwise he will be exposed at a glance.

Disma knocked on the door three times as required. Someone seemed to be guarding behind it. The door was opened directly, and a strange red light shone slightly on the two of them.

There was no communication, he just blended in, and then he heard the voice coming from inside.

"Join us...into the Ascension...Great God..."

At this time, Lance raised his head slightly and glanced at the surrounding situation with his peripheral vision.

The strange red light came from the blood-colored candle that looked like it was made of blood. The flickering candle turned abnormally bloody red, revealing a strange aura.

The hall was shrouded in blood light, and on the high platform in the middle there was a man in black robes preaching eloquently, preaching the benefits of joining them and becoming a dependent of God.

Behind the preacher was a wooden arc altar with three protrusions, and a thin blond girl was tied up.

The girl's hands and head correspond to the protrusions, and the body together forms the symbol of a special cult.

Seeing this familiar torture pattern, Lance couldn't help but rub the family seal ring on his index finger.

He had some suspicions at first, after all, this place was full of cults, but when he saw this sign, he understood that it was the one who caused trouble in Hamlet.

Because the patterns are so similar, except that the Ascension Sect has three lines on an arc. At the same time, the three lines extend and merge into a point, and then form a straight line downward from the point.

And his family seal is five lines, with no extended line segments. If you say that this is not the work of the ancestor, no one will believe it.

But this was not the time to dwell on this. Lance focused his eyes on the girl, who seemed to have passed out. Her head was drooped and her face could not be seen clearly, but the weak rise and fall of her chest proved that she was not dead yet.

After confirming that the person was still alive, Lance couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to look around.

There were about ten people gathered in front of the altar. Most of them wore hoods and their bodies were hidden under their robes, but some did not bother to hide their identities at all and directly lifted their hoods to reveal their faces.

What's more, he didn't even have a robe, he just stood there without any scruples, but the equipment on his body was a bit...

Lance's gaze seemed to attract the man's attention, and he turned around. Lance subconsciously lowered his head slightly and let his hood cover his gaze.

All that could be seen was the greasy lower half of his face, and his fat belly that was wrapped under the uniform. It looked like the buttons were almost bursting, and even the belt couldn't bear it and slid down to his belly.

Perhaps because he didn't notice anything, the man turned his head again, but Disma on the side turned his head and looked over with a surprised expression.

Lance noticed his reaction, and the two looked at each other. How could he not have noticed the scene just now.

This arrogant man was wearing a police officer's uniform, with a police badge on his chest.

But this situation did not have any impact on the action. Lance signaled with his eyes, and the two of them slowly approached.

Those believers are being brainwashed by the missionaries above and are showing a fanatical scene, as if they will ascend to the gods in the next second and gain infinite power and lifespan, but they don't know that they are just the rocks on the bottom of those guys.

"You two have been trying to get closer."

The missionary above seemed to notice the two people who were moving forward. They suddenly stopped talking and raised their hands. In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the two people, with their fanatical expressions, as if they would be fearless if given an order. Life and death rushed over.

The two stopped in place, looking like they were frightened.

Disma's hand hidden in his robe was already on the hilt of the sword. If the lord hadn't said that he would wait for his order before taking action, he would have drawn the sword and started killing.

And Lance was also doubly stressed by this scene. He didn't know if he was exposed or something. If those people made the slightest move, he would draw the sword from the display room.

"Very good! You guys did a great job! Only when you are close enough to the beginning of the ceremony can you get God's attention..."

The man said a lot of nonsense above and praised the two people for their initiative. This was obviously to encourage them to become active.

"I allow you two to stand in front. When the ceremony begins, you will receive the gaze of God."

In the end, the man motioned for the two of them to come forward, and the cultists who had been besieging them just now moved out of the way. However, it looked like they were not willing, because they all showed jealous expressions, and at the same time they also regretted what they had missed. Got such an opportunity.

Lance was relieved when he heard this, and Disma was glad that he didn't do anything just now, otherwise he would have been exposed.

I am still not as calm as the lord~

Because of this accident, no one stopped them. The two of them walked to the stage in front of many eyes. However, it was precisely for this reason that even if he walked slowly on purpose, only three minutes had passed since the five minutes he expected.

Lance walked onto the stage slowly, raised his head slightly and looked at the man in black robe, whether to take action in advance or...

The Sheriff was waiting outside, but his mood became heavier as time went by, and it felt like time was passing slower and slower.

He didn't know what happened after the two went in. What if they were discovered by those heretics? Is it dangerous~

What if the two of them are now being tortured by infidels?

The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. He suddenly realized that he was the sheriff of the town. Why should he wait here listening to a stranger who behaved strangely?

"Girl, let's take action and let those infidels have a taste of our power."