Our family is in decline

Under the violence, the coachman revealed his destination without much hesitation, which was a high-end tavern, or should be called a club, located in a wealthy area.

The coachman was not a cultist, but just a driver who sent the girl to the banquet according to the boss's order.

"Why do you have the nerve to say this?" William pulled him over angrily and raised his hand to point at the unconscious girl, "Look at her, does she look like she is going to a banquet!"

The coachman looked embarrassed, but he had no choice but to defend himself.

"It's not something I can decide. She was sold into a brothel by her parents and I didn't sell her. I was just responsible for sending her there."

"How many people have you sent to that place?"

"I can't count them, but the demand there is huge. As long as there are good newcomers, they will be sent there, four or five times a month."

Lance couldn't help but frown when he heard this. There was such a huge demand for sacrifices, how many followers had he developed?

I didn't bother to think about it anymore. I had no time to waste with him now, so I immediately got into the carriage.

"You continue to deliver goods."

"Sir, this..."

Before he could say anything, Disma pressed the tip of the sword to his waist and forced him to sit back down.

He had no choice but to let the carriage run again.

But this time there were not only children in the carriage.

Lance observed the child in the carriage through the lantern of the carriage. He didn't know what made the parents sell the child to the brothel. Although he was very unhappy, he couldn't say anything.

Because this world is like this~

At night, most of the areas above the streets were pitch black. In the era without electric lights, people had to rely on artificial light sources or moonlight to go out at night.

Darkness tends to breed evil, so usually few people go out at night. Even if they do, they usually go together and be active in busy places.

On the streets of this wealthy area, it is another situation. Patrol policemen with lanterns patrol day and night. It takes strength to cause trouble here.

But there is such a ruthless person.

As soon as he got close to Figs, he became restless for no reason. William comforted the dog and told the reason at the same time.

"It smelled very strongly of blood~"

"That means there's nothing wrong." Upon seeing this, Lance raised his head and looked through the car window. He saw a very quiet building located in a wealthy area, with few people around it.

Although it was a tavern, it was not noisy. If it weren't for the torches set up outside and the two tall guards, I might have thought it was closed.

Sure enough, high-end products are different, but I wonder what is underneath the high-sounding appearance?

"Don't hold back on anyone in the battle. They are all cultists. There is no need to save them~" Lance's face was calm, but his eyes contained a hint of violence.

William vaguely felt something and just stroked Figgus.

"Stop!" The guard stopped the carriage and originally opened the door as usual, either to greet guests or receive goods.

But this time it was a surprise.

The moment he opened the door, the dagger extending along the door sliced ​​his throat cleanly.

He only had time to instinctively cover his neck, but it was impossible to suppress the blood spurting out and find it difficult to speak.

And Lance relied on his body to successfully block the sight of the other guard. The dagger in his hand disappeared and instantly turned into a strung crossbow.

The moment the guard turned into a corpse and fell down, Lance appeared from stealth, and at the same time, there was the activated crossbow arrow.

It was inserted directly into the forehead and killed instantly.

The two people were sacrificed in the past, and the relics were thrown into the showroom and taken care of later.

Disma also wiped the driver's neck directly and jumped out of the car.

At the same time, Leonard and William also walked out of the carriage.

The smell of blood excited Figgus, and the hound's blood flowed through his body.

"Get in." Lance closed the car door very considerately before leaving to give the child a good sleeping environment.

Lance's mission is to end the fighting in all rooms in the building and eliminate the cultists.

The team moved forward, and he and Disma took the lead. William, the third, had a baton in one hand and held Figgs' collar with the other, while Leonard stayed at the end.

As soon as she entered, she met two good-looking maids behind the door. Before they could make any further noise, Lance went up and sealed her throat with a sword, while the other one was killed by Disma's quick reaction.

Although Disma felt very sad after being released from the bondage of his oath, he hated those cultists even more.

Lance withdrew his gaze. His actions could not be seen by any living person. No matter whether the other party was innocent or not, they were all cultists at this time.

There were no outsiders on the field, so he didn't need to take care of them and sacrificed the two bodies with his backhand.

There was nothing strange about this move to Disma and the others, but William had never seen this move before, and his expression was full of surprise.

"The world is more complicated than you think." Lance explained calmly, but he didn't mean to say anything more.

"The lord is the God's chosen one, there's nothing surprising about it." Disma agreed, and you could see that he was a bit proud.

"Let's talk about it later. Those cultists have been alerted. We don't have much time. We must take action as soon as possible." Lance stopped their nonsense. The top priority now is to eliminate the enemies.

Once inside, the door is locked and the cultists are now surrounded by them.

It was almost as quiet as the outside. Unexpectedly, the interior of the building was also very quiet. Looking at the candlesticks in the corridor were filled with candles, the interior was luxuriously decorated, revealing the strong financial resources behind it.

damn it! Did the ancestor use the family's money here?

Although he had doubts, he did not waste any time and continued to move forward, exploring the rooms on both sides of the corridor. Unexpectedly, he heard a strange sound as soon as he got closer.

"Hahaha~ Am I strong?"

"Ah~ Sir, you are so powerful!"

"See if I don't fuck you up..."

For a moment, I had to quicken my pace, squatting at the crack of the door with candlelight to observe the situation inside.

A bald, greasy middle-aged man was displaying his collection, with a strange laugh coming from his mouth.

This medicine is really powerful. It actually rejuvenates my weak body. I feel like I have endless power in my body.

I’m going to ascend tonight~

At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and several people broke in.

The sudden movement and the shining dagger in his hand gave the man a sudden enlightenment. His body trembled suddenly, and intense cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

The breath I just mentioned was removed, along with that...

The man watched this scene helplessly and couldn't help but shed tears of regret.

impossible! My second brother is invincible~