Why do you want to call me

And when the hot white steam came out from here, the man was about to ask the priest how powerful it was.

But he found that he was frowning and thinking, but the crowd behind him were stunned.

He was obviously overwhelmed by this power.

"Master Priest..."

He asked a little anxiously, but the priest didn't answer him, but stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the warm pothole.

The pit was so deep that the middle-aged man found that he could almost stretch half of his arm into it.

If it goes deeper, it will be able to penetrate the wall completely.

This thing actually has such great power?

You must know that this is a wall built with boulders, so it goes without saying how hard it is.

If this is placed on a person...

The middle-aged man thought about that scene, and a gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes when he looked at the steam rifle.

If a large area is equipped at that time, he will also have the ability to hurt ordinary warlocks.

There will be an obvious bonus to your own hunting actions.

"Is there any more of this?"

"My lord priest, I only have one now..."

"And the merchant said it needs this jar as a propulsion."

"But one can can only fire four bullets."

The man with the steam rifle said hesitantly.

"Four times..."

"That's enough, is that merchant still in the imperial capital?"

The middle-aged man kept his eyes on the steam rifle, and the man quickly handed it over obediently.

"Yes, yes."

"When the time comes, ask him how many more of these things he has, I'll take them all!"

"Yes, I'm going right now."

Looking at his receding figure, the middle-aged man touched the steam rifle that had been

Cool down the brass tube.

Following the man's movements, he stuffed a projectile into the launch port.

Then pull the trigger against the wall.

"boom!

'

There was another loud bang, and amidst the splash of gravel, a second pothole appeared on the wall.

This has been able to pose a fatal threat to low-level warlocks.

The middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction.

But only this kind of sharp weapon is not enough, we still have to think of a way to gather the warlocks.

This is about my family, they are still waiting for me!

At this moment, he almost believed in the words of the Gospel. Since his family was in the slums, they must be here!

The eyes of the middle-aged man are full of coldness, even if it will cause many people to lose their lives.

But for his own family, how many people died has nothing to do with him.

……

Another day passed.

Many people stared in surprise at the slums that had been calm all day.

They couldn't figure it out for a while, and they didn't know what kind of idea this Twilight Cult was hiding.

Many people want to destroy the order with great fanfare.

But the lesson from the last time is still in front of them. They have different opinions on this, and most of them are a little bit wary.

After all, this is the imperial capital, not some remote place

So they still chose to hold back.

But more and more people were sent to the slums.

Numerous intelligences were brought back, and they found that most of the members of the Twilight Cult were scattered throughout the slums, and there was no sign of gathering at all.

What are they trying to do?

……

Suddenly there are more people?

Alisa stood under the shadow of an eaves, looking at some seemingly ordinary figures with indifferent blue eyes.

Most of their movements appear to be well-trained and extremely purposeful.

Although the disguise seems perfect.

But there is one thing they obviously can't imitate.

That is the mental outlook that belongs exclusively to slum dwellers.

That kind of numbness, with almost no illusions about the future, these people can't fake it at all.

So even if these people have dust on their faces and wear tattered clothes.

But in the slums, there is already a severe sense of fragmentation.

Is this the spy of the empire...

Alisa took another look, and before attracting the attention of these spies, she walked into the narrow alley alone.

This time, she was going to the temporary residence of the witch, and then went to see the mother and daughter.

At the same time a certain degree of research is carried out on those installations that absorb the mood of the favelas.

When she was about to reach her destination, Alisa glanced at the corner of her sight.

An ordinary person is looking towards him as if nothing is there.

If this is a normal line of sight, Alisa will not pay too much attention.

But the emotions she sensed from this man betrayed him.

The emotion that seemed to be excited but strongly suppressed seemed abnormal at all.

Did you wait for me on purpose?

Alisa lowered her eyes slightly, and then turned into the alley beside her.

Chapter 280 Dear Family, I Finally Found You

Seeing Alisa's figure flash, she disappeared.

The man couldn't help rubbing his eyes, looking at the empty place, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

He took an object out of his pocket, only to see a faint red light flashing on it, and it was shaking slightly.

Seeing this scene, that person must be sure.

This is something issued by my own priest, and it is said that it is used to find someone.

He doesn't understand the principle, and he won't explore it.

All I know is that if this thing lights up with a faint light and vibrates, then this is the person I'm looking for.

She's definitely still around!

The man held the thing tightly in his arms, and then stayed where he was.

The priest did not ask himself to follow the other party.

Just ask them to write down some of the status of these people's frequent haunts, and then report upwards.

He looked around, then found a dry place and squatted down.

There are too many people without houses in the slums.

Most of them sleep in underground waterways, and some choose to lie under the eaves of alleys and under some bridge holes.

After all, the underground waterway is too wet, which can easily cause various diseases.

If you suffer from a disease because of this, and you encounter the cold weather in winter, you really can only wait to die.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and he could vaguely see the white mist spreading in the air.

Picking up the newspaper he picked up on the street this morning, he didn't recognize the big characters on it.

All I know is that it was a newspaper published a long time ago.

Those who like to buy these newspapers want to use the information on them to get out of this squalid slum.

They always say that the chances of getting rich are all up there.

But he doesn't know whether he will make a fortune or not. He only knows that an extra newspaper can keep him warm when he sleeps.

But when he was picking up discarded newspapers, he heard those people talking about an empire somewhere, in short, it was an empire far away from here.

A Twilight Cult actually took down a city!

It's just unbelievable!

Thinking of this, his expression was still a little dazed.

Because he is also from the Twilight Order, it would be great if his own order could take down this place.

Then I can get more newspapers to cover my body, and I don't have to suffer from the damn cold.

I heard that in the city that was beaten down, nobles and ordinary people were treated the same.

Thinking of pulling those high-ranking masters down to lie on the street together.

That is really an incredible picture!

He thought with some excitement, and was about to cover his body with the collected newspapers.

But in the next second, he suddenly found himself flying up.

His sight spun around, and the sound of violent wind whistled in his ears.

Soon he felt a sharp pain in his back, and his body almost fell apart.

"Ahem!"

He looked at the scene in front of him in some confusion. Countless double images were stacked together, and he could only see a very vague shadow standing in front of him.

Struggling to get up, he stood unsteadily, and then said skillfully.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm sleeping and blocking your way, I'll get out now, get out now..."

As he spoke, he carefully raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

However, due to lack of nutrition, most of the people in the slums suffer from night blindness, and they almost become blind at night.

He could only see the person in front of him, who should be wearing a cloak.

The movement that was about to endure the pain and leave here froze for a moment, and stopped in place.

It's that familiar cloak!

He suddenly panicked, then lowered his head and wanted to slip away directly.

"Why do you dare to spy on me?"

The indifferent voice seemed to turn into a

A sharp knife was pressed against his throat, forcing him to dare not move an inch.