Chapter 326 Yeats: This is another price!
Of course, Yeats had no problem with letting himself go to the Dark Night Sect as a death messenger.
But how did Daisy know that the position of head chef of the Dark Night Sect was vacant?
Yeats raised this question, and Daisy said calmly:
"Because the former head chef is a believer in the mist... In order to allow you to sneak in, I have asked him to make room."< br>
Yeats looked to the sky.
The so-called vacating the seat probably means sending it.
I really want to advise future generations not to believe in the Goddess of the Mist casually if you don’t have good luck...
In fact, Daisy’s idea coincides with Yeats’ own plan combine.
As a chef, sneak into the Dark Night Sect. Firstly, you will have the right skills, and secondly, you will have the opportunity to directly contact the senior leaders of the sect.
The third and most important point... it is convenient for Yeats to administer medicine!
Yeats coughed lightly and said:
“Before I sneak into the Dark Night Sect, should I disguise myself first?”
The reason why Yeats asked this is because The Dark Night Sect must have strict censorship of its members.
With his disguise method, his identity is likely to be exposed, so Yeats plans to ask Daisy to personally take action to disguise him.
"Hmm... well..."
The goddess of illusion has gray hair with silver luster and a tall, sculptural figure. She is visually much taller than Yeats. Daisy, who tapped the corners of her lips with her fingertips and hugged her chest with one hand, looked Yeats up and down with a faint smile.
“Why are you staring at me like this all of a sudden?”
Yeats’ hair stood on end at the sight, fearing that this thrill-seeking pleasure goddess might do something wrong again.
"I just think that with your handsome face, you can definitely use it as a capital for you to gain a foothold in the Dark Night Sect..." Daisy raised her eyebrows, "Maybe you will be looked at by the high priest of the Dark Night Sect. ”
Yeats had long been accustomed to Daisy's strange brain circuits, and sighed, saying:
"First of all, my identity has long been known to all the forces on the Zhongting Continent... As the God of Art, I He is a well-known duke, so they have no reason not to investigate me.”
“If I don’t change my face, it won’t take long for me to be recognized by the Dark Night Cultists.”
"Secondly." Yeats pretended to be serious, "Undercover is an undercover, this is another price!"
Daisy heard the joke in Yeats' tone, smiled, and said:
"You have a certain bottom line...but, I'm not kidding, you are indeed handsome, which is also an advantage."
As she said that, Daisy blinked and her smile became stronger. .
"So, compared to disguise, I have a better way. Do you want to give it a try?"
Yeats's heart moved and he whispered: "What way?"< br>
"Come closer...come here...come closer!"
Daisy hooked her hand, looked at Yeats who was full of vigilance, impatiently pulled Yeats to her, and then reached out to rub his hair.
Yeats looked confused.
After a while.
Daisy took half a step back, looked up and down at Fanye Zhi, nodded with satisfaction, and snapped her fingers.
Beside her, a curtain of water gathered, like a mirror, reflecting Yeats, who was looking sideways.
"Here, take a look for yourself, is the current image very different from the original one?" Daisy said with a smile.
Yeats looked at the water curtain and saw that his hair color in the mirror had changed from silver to black. His hairstyle had also changed a lot. His bangs were very long, covering his forehead and eyebrows. It felt like he would appear in the mirror. A character from the Persona series.
"Could it be that if I change my hairstyle or dye my hair, the Dark Night Cultists wouldn't be able to recognize me as Yeats Brondi?"
Yeats expressed doubts.
“Of course not.”
Daisy opened her palms, holding a pair of exquisite silver-rimmed glasses.
“Here, here’s this for you!”
Yeats was stunned: “What are these?”
“Glasses, haven’t you seen them before?” Daisy Said, "Glass craftsmen polished the glass lenses that can improve vision, and then fixed them on the silver frame with rivets... very useful!"
Yeats was in a complicated mood, and said, of course I have seen it before, The glass industry in Chenshuangling also has a 'glasses' business. This kind of glass product, invented in the 13th century, was still called a 'reading stone' at the time and was mainly used with books.
But now Daisy took out her glasses, which made Yeats feel something bad in his throat.
Superman, right? With the same body shape and appearance, if you wear glasses, will others not be able to recognize you?
“I have applied some illusions on these glasses.” Daisy smiled and said, “As long as you put them on, others will not recognize you as the artistic god!”
Although Daisy acted unruly, she didn't cheat herself very much. Instead, she helped a lot many times. Yeats thought for a while, then put on his glasses and looked at the appearance in the water curtain.
He still has a handsome appearance, but due to the difference in hairstyle, accessories, and hair color, his temperament has changed greatly, from the poet laureate of the God of Light to the gloomy poisoner of the Goddess of Dark Night.
"I can sneak into the Dark Night Sect just by looking like this?"
Yeats was still a little worried.
“Don’t worry!”
Daisy patted her chest, wavering, and said:
“No one will recognize you as Yeats. All you have to do is Give yourself a fake name and a catchy code name! ”
Yeats couldn't help but stare for a while, noticing Daisy's teasing gaze, then he blushed and looked away.
Damn it, when did you fall under the illusion!
Pseudonym, Yeats has decided to choose the former between Sherlock Holmes and Victor Hugo.
As for the code name, is there any need to say it?
Senior Agent Yeats unconsciously puffed up his chest and asked:
"When will we leave for the base of the Dark Night Sect?"
Daisy thought for a while and said abruptly: "Today."
Yeats said in shock: "So sudden?! ”
“It’s better to choose the day than to hit it!”
As she said that, Daisy grabbed Yeats’s shoulder and gave him a strong lift.
"Whoops!"
Daisy jumped up and down, and shouted: "We're here!"
Yeats looked around in confusion, and saw that the environment was still Sword Winter. The courtyard of the fort has not undergone any changes.
Soon, Yeats, who was wearing glasses, stared at Daisy with a pair of dead fish eyes, as if saying something.
Are you kidding me?
"Tch, no sense of humor."
Daisy shrugged, "I can't really open a portal for you... The goddess of magic can... Anyway, I'll tell you the destination, and you can go directly Fly over invisibly! When you get there, you will naturally know what to do, and I will protect you in the fog!"
As she said this, Daisy waved her hand and stood in the fog. It gradually faded away, leaving behind her expectant voice.
"Come on, let us give that old woman, the goddess of the night, a surprise!"
Yeats: "..."
Daisy is really unreliable!
Also, how old is the goddess of the night? She is three thousand years older? Yeats shook his head, put away the thought of committing suicide, and said to himself that there was Fokas staying in the territory and he was trustworthy. Gray and Herod were practicing in seclusion again, so this trip was suitable for them to go alone.
With the Winged Boots of Medis, this precious flying treasure, it is convenient to travel through the Golden Lion Kingdom. You can travel between the northern and southern provinces in less than a day, directly Just set off today.
Back at Sword Winter Castle, after arranging various matters, Yeats used his invisibility skills and winged boots to rush to the southern province.
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Southern Province, Plymouth.
On the pale coastline, small fishing villages are lined with simple row houses. Each house has its door closed, and its windows are sealed with wooden boards and iron nails.
Droken fishing nets are piled up on the seaside. Next to a fishing boat half sunk in the sand, a vulture stands, pecking at the rotting bones. It suddenly raises its scarlet and cold eyes and stares at the coast. A figure wearing high boots walked over.
Famula's iron mask covered her chin, revealing a pair of crimson eyes. The wide windbreaker fell on her shoulders, and her sleeves hung empty. She was leaning on a carved metal cane on the beach. Walking leisurely.
"Help...save me..."
Next to the stranded fishing boat, there was a half-human, half-fish hybrid fishman. His bloody body was covered with fish scales, struggling to reach out to Famula. The dark purple arms looked like lesions, the protruding eyeballs stared intently, and the voice had endless pleading.
"Lord Judge, this is the last Tidecaller believer near this sea area."
The judge wearing an iron helmet and plate armor, the flail in his hand dripping with blood Zhu, a pious and dull voice came out from under the helmet, saying:
"Now, it will be up to you to deal with..."
"The lucky guy." Famula watched quietly and said with pity, "You can still see that he was a human being."
The judge was silent, he remembered the scene when he raided the seaside cave yesterday, hiding there Both humans and fishmen were all burned by the fire, and the monsters in front of them could not escape the judgment.
Famulla walked up to the monster, leaned down, and observed him closely.
"Save...me..." Tears rolled down the monster's eyes and he made a hoarse voice.
"Of course." Famula stretched out her right hand with a black glove, "I will save you."
The monster's eyes were full of piety and excitement.
However, suddenly, it tore off its disguise, its eyes turned blood red, and a pair of sharp claws suddenly tore off Famula's head, and said sternly: "I want you to go to hell!!"
Poof——
Blood spattered, the monster's body stiffened, it lowered its head in disbelief, and a hand penetrated its chest.
Famula's hand knife penetrated from the monster's back, blood spattered on her iron mask, her face was expressionless, and she withdrew the hand knife.
"You...why..." The monster didn't finish his words.
Boom! !
Famulla raised her staff, and the blazing fire spurted out from the end of the metal staff, engulfing it.
Boom!
The charred body fell on the beach, and a gust of sea breeze blew in, adding a bit of ruin to the coast.
The judge walked to Famula's side, took out the black leather scripture he carried with him, and prayed to the monster's corpse.
"You don't have to pray for the souls of sinners every time, Harvey," Famulla said.
Harvey was silent for a moment and said: "President, I am not doing this for him, but for me... Whenever I kill a living being, I feel uneasy. Only by praying to the Lord can I be relieved. I feel relieved."
Famulla turned away with a cane on her face, her dark windbreaker swaying in the wind.
"The Witcher's Hammer is not suitable for you after all. I will ask the Cardinals to find you a clerical job, Harvey, and we will see you indefinitely."
Harvey stood there, clenched his fists, and said: "Don't you...have you never felt a little uneasy?"
Famulla stopped and turned around and said: "Uneasy?"
Harvey took a deep breath and said: "Yes, uneasy, my soul is tortured because I often can't distinguish the boundaries between justice and evil... Judge, you and I both know that there are many innocent people Civilians were killed in this operation..."
"You should be happy, how can you be uneasy?" Famula asked.
Harvey was stunned.
"At the moment of death, a person's pupils will dilate rapidly, like a beautiful kaleidoscope." Famura turned around and said, "In the final analysis, you have to find happiness in a career... just like me."
Harvey stammered: "Killing...pleases you?"
Famulla was noncommittal and said:
"I'll give you another chance, Harvey. Find the Dark Night Sect's hidden base in Plymouth and kill them all. As a reward, you can be burned at the stake."
This is not a reward at all. Harvey pursed his lips and looked at the presiding judge's oppressive expression. Looking back, unable to say anything to refute.
In addition to members of the Tidecaller Mystery Sect, Plymouth also has some ordinary fishermen's houses, as well as abandoned caves, basements, wells, etc. The Dark Night Sect is most likely hiding in these inconspicuous places.
In the process of digging three feet into the ground, innocent civilians will inevitably be affected.
Harvey took a deep breath and murmured autosuggestively: "Find happiness in the purification of sin..."
Outside the fishing village of Plymouth, in an abandoned orchard, Beside the well.
Yeats looked back and forth at the well and said strangely: "Are you sure this is where the Dark Night Sect is stationed?"
A wisp of mist hovered around Yeats, urging: "Can't you still believe me? Get down quickly!"
Yeats said in his heart, if you can believe the words of the deceitful goddess, you will be a ghost!
“When you see someone from the Dark Night Sect, give him the Shadow Amethyst you just found from that person.” Daisy said, “This kind of amethyst comes from the Dark Night Sect. The token is enough for you to blend in... But how to win the trust of others still depends on you!"
With the help of the mole planted by the Mist Sect in the Dark Night Sect, Yeats learned that there is a person with the strength of the fourth ring! The chef of the Dark Night Sect is rushing to Plymouth, preparing to take over the position of the chef who was originally responsible for the sacrifice ceremony.
With the strength of the Fourth Ring, he is already a unique powerhouse on the Zhongting Continent, and because the Dark Night Sect is good at hiding his body, the Fourth Ring Food Master acts alone.
Yeats laid an ambush on his route in advance and stayed for two days. He successfully crouched down on the unlucky man, killed him, and put on the opponent's clothes.
Most of the time, only the most evil people would join the Dark Night Sect. Yeats did not have any psychological burden when he took action. He also used the opponent's space ring and found many useful things in it, including symbols. Amethyst of Identity.
At this time.
A crow flew out of the bottom of the well.
In front of Yeats, the crow began to exchange commands with him.
"Darkness is eternal."
"The moonlight is false."
The crow nodded slightly, transformed into a priestess covered in black robes and a veil, and raised her chin to signal.
Yeats understood and offered the amethyst with both hands. She glanced at the amethyst and her expression softened.
"Why did you arrive now?" The priestess said in a stern tone, frowning slightly.
"I encountered some trouble on the road and avoided the eyes of the Demon Hunting Hammer..." Yeats used unremitting lies.
“Forget it, come with me.” The priestess looked at Yeats carefully and warned, “If you don’t know how to transform, just use the feather fall technique to jump down... I’ll wait for you below.”
"Okay, thank you." Yeats nodded.
The priestess nodded coldly, turned around, her cheeks flushed slightly, and said secretly:
"Does the food chef also have appearance requirements now?"
"It's a pity that the high priest should also like this young grass...it's an advantage for her!"
(End of this chapter)