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At first Eugen just thought that he was still thinking about preaching, but his intuition told Eugen that this sneaky bald man was looking for something.

Without alerting the enemy, the oracle just remembered the priest's appearance a little bit. Actually, there was no need to remember it deliberately. There were not many bald heads in the north.

Just let the light shine on his head, and the reflected light will remind Eugen of his position.

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Lynch, an anxious mortal, quickly came to a conclusion.

The followers of Sigmar were looking for something, but Lynch only found one priest, so this was not an organized or formal action, and was most likely a private matter of the priest.

Is there anything here worth worrying about?

Lynch knew that Sigma's fanatical followers would often pursue evil spirits, eventually becoming one of them or successfully killing them.

The priest in front of him was obviously not one of the stalkers.

That mortal's impetuous footsteps told Lynch everything, and his ever-present wandering eyes also told some facts.

Even if he is implicitly rejected or openly discriminated against by the locals, he refuses to leave.

Who is he waiting for? Who is he looking for?

Lynch is not unbridledly peering into the minds of mortals; he is a priest.

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Edes rushed to Middenland day and night after receiving the letter from his friend. It was a letter from a month ago. It took half a month to be delivered to Edes. Des arrived at Middenheim in the same amount of time for this purpose.

He set out from Osterland, and in order to make time, he even traveled across the Shadow Forest with the convoy.

Sigmar watched him, and the calmness of the road was proof of the miracle.

The appointed day was coming soon, and Edes thought that his friend would be waiting here in advance. This was always the case between them.

The priest was uneasy. From the few words in the letter, he discovered that his friend was suspicious of his companions and even his superiors. As a devout Sigma believer, he believed that this was something that should not be true.

Even Ulric's dogma clearly states that subordinates should obey their superiors unconditionally.

Edes can only come to two conclusions - his friend has fallen, or there is a fallen person in Middenheim.

The pastor looked nervously at the people coming and going. He walked around every corner, but still couldn't wait for the person he wanted to see.

Maybe he finally lost track of time, or happened to be busy with something important.

Nothing will happen. Edes told himself. That was Middenheim, and there would be changes in Middenheim, just like the tens of thousands of mysterious creatures hiding under Altdorf.

The priest walked in a daze, remembering the dispute they had when they parted thirty years ago. At that time, the two companions who had just left the village in Nordland had their own opinions on their beliefs. One went to Midden and the other to Oster. collar.

The sharp spearheads have collided countless times, and reconciled countless times.

Edes does not believe that his friend will give up his faith, which has been his persistence for thirty years.

A priest.

In the hotel, a pair of ordinary eyes watched the passers-by on the street and carefully noted down everything that was unusual.

A Sigmar priest, probably some idiot who wants to open up a new land of faith.

He didn't know why he was remembering this, he just knew that doing so would allow him to get money, and he just had to write down what he saw and put it in the mailbox.

This is much happier than working in a newspaper.

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Since losing a divine envoy due to a failed ambush, the core personnel of "Wandering Eye" have become much more peaceful.

Although they can be considered a larger sect of Tzeentch, at least they are better than those fools who preach among the sailors in the dock area, but they still lack enough strength.

The extremely decentralized, highly secretive, and almost non-existent organizational framework makes Wandering Eye possible, but it also limits Wandering Eye.

Even if the core of the organization wants to recruit people, they can't find anyone. They usually don't contact them very much.

They can proudly claim that the news of the entire empire is under their control!

But this is of no use. They know every opportunity but are unable to seize any opportunity.

What's more, there is always some delay in the circulation of news through letters.

They finally figured out what Midden Territory was making recently - for the legacy of a demigod.

They don't care at all, it's just a relic of a demigod! Everyone present can fill their eyes with jealousy, but they just have to speak clearly.

But it was of no use. They had no ability to get involved in the turmoil. Apart from dozens of people who often met in a certain hotel, there were more members of the religious order that was "all over the empire" in name, and they didn't even know who the leader of the organization was.

In fact, even they don't know who the real speaker of the "Wandering Eye" is. Maybe he is hiding among them, or maybe he is secretly watching all developments.

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Of course, mortals can't contact the demon that is being hunted by many parties in the Chaos Demon Realm. Since it was sent back to its hometown, all the arrangements it left in reality have no use.

It can no longer protect itself, so what’s the use of those servants working diligently in the material world?

Lynch was almost surprised as he watched Eugen stupidly having the door knocked open by a stranger.

The archmage next door didn't respond at all, and the dwarf shouted a few times, but there was no follow-up.

He watched helplessly as the oracle led the doctor and followed a boy who didn't know the details downstairs.

Perhaps this was the kindness of a warm-blooded person. In short, it only took half a minute for the child with tears in his eyes to trick the two people into the street. Not long after, the two people who were helping the children find a home were led outside the village.

When they were taken away by a group of "passers-by" who suddenly became angry, Lynch was not surprised at all.

When the oracle escaped from the carriage and kept winking at the air, Lynch was silent for a moment, followed the carriage without stopping, and took over Eugen's post.

He wasn't sure whether it was the cultists' brains that didn't work well or Eugen's brains that didn't work well.

The infiltrating laughter spread in the small carriage for a long time. Until the carriage drove to the invisible block, the people in the carriage were still laughing at the ignorance of the "mysterious gang".

No one expected that things would progress so smoothly. They took away the last piece of the key puzzle without any effort or even a direct conflict.

Let the cult of the Blood God, the Lord of Deception, and the Father of Decay search for it! Victory ultimately belongs to the Prince of Darkness.

They could imagine that the group of vulgar incompetents were still fighting with each other, and they didn't even know which group of people the "Chosen One" was finally taken away by.

Only the art of the Prince of Darkness can interpret this game, and they will be the final winners.

Now it's just a matter of holding the ceremony again and trying to make "paradise" overlap into reality.

The treasure is at hand.