Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 344 The Red War

[Storm and Haitao] Inside the secret door compartment of the bar.

Adele looked at the chart spread out on the table with a calm face.

Kixiu wrote and delineated against a large pile of materials, while Yuval was carefully transcripting beside him, as if he was writing a large number of reports.

Only Kross was lying on her back on the soft bench next to her, humming some faintly tuned little tunes to pass the time boredly.

“Kisio, Yuval, after this report is finished, I will immediately send it back to the Holy See.”

The sword bearer Miss looked at the sea map and turned her face to the side and preached like this.

Both Kisho and Yuval nodded.

Although the activities of the cultists on the Storm Isles did not encounter much resistance after investigating and clearing them all the way, the priests always felt something was wrong.

Judging from the current state of affairs investigation, investigating and dealing with the activities of cultists here is no longer a [simple vacation-style task].

It is a “suspected key incident” that deserves attention and needs to feed back information in time to the Holy See.

In the past, such incidents had to be handled by the elite team of priests in the Holy See.

Of course, the Adele team itself is the elite of the Holy See.

This all caught up.

“I will fix it for one day tomorrow. Houtian early in the morning, let’s go to the Davy pirate group to check the vicinity of the island.” The sword bearer Miss ordered again.

This time, the remaining three priests all responded.

The cult leader Van der and Lumen who were killed were roughly equivalent to the old cultist silver lizard who had previously died in the hands of Donne.

When the leader of a similar cultist, Adele team was in Rhine Town, he was asked to deal with a dozen or so in one fell swoop.

Therefore, what is happening here in the Storm Islands, although a bit weird, is far from beyond the business capabilities of Adele and others.

While reporting the situation here to the Holy See truthfully, it is enough to keep an eye on the matter and continue to investigate and resolve the incident.

Wait until the sword bearer Miss has finished the task concisely.

Squeaky

The secret door was opened, making a slight rubbing sound.

Then, Argo, who was chubby, squeezed into the room.

The priests saw this informant of murloc blood coming in. They didn’t respond much. They just raised their heads and glanced up slightly. Then they continued to be silent, and the ones who gave the report continued to give the report, lying on the soft chair and humming. Continue to hum the small song…

No one took the initiative to talk to Argo.

Anyway, if he has something, he will speak for himself.

The blue-haired informant did not take the initiative to speak. At this time, another person came in sideways from outside the secret door that had not yet been completely closed.

The visitor had a tall figure, black hair and black eyes, and after scanning the four people in the room, he smiled.

“Dorn!”

Kloss was the first to react. With a sound of “Huo” he jumped up from the soft chair, stepped forward three or two steps, and swooped forward to give Donne a warm meeting and hug.

It is also thanks to the priest Little Sister who is not wearing heavy armor at this time.

Otherwise, for such a rushing meeting ceremony, Donne might have to use a defensive skill to endure it.

Except for Closs, the remaining Adele and others also stopped what they were doing, and each stepped forward to express their condolences.

Algo, Donne’s co-informer, received such a big difference on the priest’s side.

…

In the room behind the secret door.

After the informant Argo finished the way, he returned to the tavern hall.

Dorn sat at the big round table, chatting with the priests.

In general, it has passed Yuval’s detailed and objective description, and Kross’s occasional addiction and artistic processing.

He roughly understood what happened to the priests in Port Malo during the time he was clearing the [Minotaur Labyrinth].

“I understand, what do you mean is that the Apocalyptic Order that has been eradicated on the Storm Islands is ready to move again?” Donn touched his chin, “By the way, if you tell me all the information you have collected, really is it alright?”

The priests are gathering here, sharing the Cretan bull beef jerky given by Don.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. The suppression of cult activities here has not been classified as a strictly confidential matter. As long as you don’t tell you the identity of the hidden informants, the problem is not big.”

Kloss waved her left hand indifferently, and at the same time, her right hand was still stuffing the stored version of Dengying beef jerky into her mouth:

“Heyha—it’s delicious! This jerky looks dry, but it tastes unexpectedly delicious! It’s just a bit spicy… Don, give me another glass of water!”

Donne reluctantly handed a glass of ice water to Kloss, then he thought about something, and said seriously:

“Speaking of which, when you Houtian go to the island where the Davy pirates are based, do you need help? Multiple people can do more. Anyway, before returning to Silver Shield Port, I am idle and idle.”

This kind of team invitation, Dorn seemed to have said something similar when he first met with the priests.

However, that time was to follow the car and copy it, which was profitable.

And this time the purpose is purely many-if your own friends need it, try to help them.

The priests who were holding or chewing beef jerky stopped and looked up at Don.

The four people were almost still for two seconds.

To talk about Dorn’s advanced strength, he had already demonstrated his strength when he encountered Nightmare Seashell on the Anne.

Everyone at the scene knew that if Dorn went to the stronghold of David’s pirates, it would become a great foreign aid force.

Adele:…

Kisho: “Hey, those cultists are not our opponents. You don’t need to worry about it. Just stay in Marlow and wait for the news of our victory.”

Closs: “Emma-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I think Donne is right. One more person can do more, and it’s not the first time he accompanies us to fight cultists.”

Among the four, only Yuval seemed to think a little bit more, and then hesitated for a while before speaking: “Mr. Donne, you have a strong ability to manipulate dreams. One thing, maybe…”

When the squinted priest said this, he put all the beef jerky in his hand into his mouth, and then quickly wiped his fingers clean again, searching for it from the pile of materials on the big table.

Finally, he took a note with poor paper quality and scribbled handwriting on a prominent place on the desktop.

Dorn glanced at it, and the note read–

[On several small islands in the western part of the Storm Islands, many people have had similar dreams. ]

There are only a few words like this, and there are none below.

However, it is worth noting that most of the several small islands around the western part of the so-called Storm Islands are around the islands of the Davy pirate regiment.

So Dorn asked: “A lot of people have similar dreams? What kind of weird dreams?”

Yuval swallowed the dried meat in his mouth: “I took the time to investigate this matter. What those people dreamed about was war, the red war.”