nownovels Chapter 6 Shali
Chapter 6 Shali
Just as Tenor was lost in thought, a new mission was triggered.
[Mission: Investigate the heretical gathering at the Amethyst Wine House]
[Difficulty: Medium]
Status: Available
The panel quests seemed to be issued based on his wishes. When he first arrived, he could only rely on the water ghost to ask him to give him money to pay off his debts, which triggered the first quest.
When trying to chase a demon, when wanting to get to a safe place, when attempting to investigate the ratmen...
All of this proves that the illusory data stream before his eyes can detect his thoughts.
This is a worrying phenomenon, but Tenor takes it in stride.
Otherwise? Abandon our greatest asset since transmigrating?
He guessed that this might have been created by a force hostile to demons, because the mutated form would be extremely irritating to demons, and... a desire to hunt them.
If there's a conspiracy behind it all, it must involve the divine realm, something he can't worry about right now.
What he wants to do is become stronger. He doesn't care who created the "system," as long as it doesn't show malice, he doesn't care. He just considers it as fulfilling a long-term commission for some god.
Isn't working for someone else the same? At least now he triggers tasks according to his own will, has the right to refuse, won't be owed wages, and doesn't have a boss who can boss him around.
So, should we accept the new mission or not?
He certainly can't sit with the devil. Instead of burying his head in the sand and praying that nothing happens overnight, he should take the initiative to learn more.
So that you won't die without understanding why you're being targeted in the future.
Ideally, one should capture someone who can communicate with them to investigate the grudges between their mutated race and the demons, as well as... internal information about the demons.
His primary enemy is the Emerald Order, and he suspects that the demon worshippers here are also members of the Emerald Order.
Earlier at the city gate, perhaps fearing exposure or being questioned by his superiors, Anthony had driven away the demon on his side and then pushed him into the fire on this side!
If his guess is correct, he'll have to retaliate.
[Mission: Investigate the heretical gathering at the Amethyst Wine House]
[Reward: Burning Sword]
[Status: In Progress]
Although disappointed that it wasn't a potion like the "Ascension Potion," a magical weapon is still pretty good.
To obtain the Ascension Elixir, it's best to consult a reliable scholar rather than relying on highly random quests.
Tenor was indeed lacking in suitable equipment. He only had a simple crossbow, which was fine for dealing with wild animals, but it was completely useless against cultists.
Therefore, he needs to avoid combat and only transform after revealing his whereabouts in order to escape.
He first observed the street outside the window. The lights were still on, and there were some drunkards wandering around. From time to time, sheriffs led patrol teams to patrol.
If he needed to escape, his best option was to rush into the sewer to the left of the tavern entrance.
There is a risk of encountering ratmen, but if you time it right and maintain your alienated posture for a few seconds, it will be enough to scare them away.
They then moved from the sewers to the block across from the tavern, fleeing towards the dwarves' self-governing community.
Dwarves possess considerable martial prowess, but their communities are not particularly friendly to outsiders.
Using the sheriff to eradicate the cult? This is a noble's estate, a gathering place for military officers, yet here are demon worshippers gathering. Tenor finds it hard to trust the authorities anymore.
Tenor put on his robe and began to move.
He listened quietly at the door, and after confirming that no one was moving around outside, he slowly opened the door.
The hanging oil lamps provided dim lighting for the quiet corridor, and Dolly, with her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, remained listening through the door.
The dim candlelight failed to illuminate her face, which held a strange smile. Her upper body was exposed, but it was difficult for Tenor to have any romantic thoughts, because her beautiful body was covered with whip marks and bruises, and some parts were still covered with wax.
He was startled, then his mind raced.
When he was in his alienated state, there was no one outside, so Dolly must have come to his door to eavesdrop later.
No! This is blatant ...
Tenor remained expressionless, his gaze quickly sweeping over Dolly's left shoulder, which was adorned with six concentric silver rings.
A strange mark, a composite of male and female symbols, had grown on her left breast, exactly the same as the ritual symbol she had seen at her home on Whitewater Street.
Tenor appropriately feigned surprise and asked:
"What are you doing? Are you hurt?"
"Forget it, I'm not interested in the fetishes of the upper class. Just tell me where the bathhouse is."
Imperial bathrooms must have toilet stalls, and Tenor was trying to get away with it by pretending he needed to use the toilet.
If not, then we'll have no choice but to fight our way out.
Dolly turned around to face Tenor, who keenly observed a pair of alluring lips under her left armpit.
As Dolly pulled up her robe, it naturally opened, revealing its menacing fangs, which were then concealed by the robe in the next instant.
Mutant? Or half-human sorcerer?
Half-human warlocks should have a more systematic and distinctive alien appearance, rather than just a deformed mouth growing under their armpits.
Some demon worshippers become distorted due to prolonged exposure to evil forces, and Tenor is certain that Dolly is a demon worshipper.
Dolly seemed unsuspecting, or perhaps she had other concerns; she gave a knowing smile, pointed towards the stairwell, and softly replied:
"The first room is the bathroom, but I don't recommend that you disturb Lord Titus and Lord Fox."
We're having a party on the basement level. If you don't mind, you can come join us for a drink; there are showers there too.
Tenor pretended to swallow, showing a mixture of longing and reluctance, a half-shy refusal.
"No, I didn't like going to public baths when I was in Lecaron. You know, it takes courage to be honest with someone."
"Come on, sir, I know your difficulties." Dolly stepped closer, almost whispering in Tenor's ear:
"Everyone below was once an outcast rejected by mainstream society. You don't need to feel inferior or afraid. The marks on us are proof of the favor of the supreme God, not a curse."
Come! Expose your chaotic mark to the light!
No need to hide anymore, no need to be afraid anymore, come into the embrace of my Lord Salvation, you will find your home in the "Pleasure Society".
Those heretics of the Emerald Order will be no match for you. Clotho the Victor is the lord of the city, but we are the true masters of the shadows of Lagetia.
Tenor's heart skipped a beat—it seemed that some kind of misunderstanding had occurred.
These demon worshippers actually mistook his unusual features for deformity?
Has no one else awakened the same alien bloodline? Is Tenor the first alien to trace back to this species?
Demons capable of traversing countless worlds can recognize his identity, but it seems that demon followers cannot distinguish between friend and foe.
He was definitely not a mutant distorted by the radiation of dark forces; he only had an instinctive bloodlust for dark forces, like some kind of warrior race born specifically to fight demons.
This is an opportunity for him to infiltrate the heretical gathering and complete his mission directly.
Tenor's thoughts were in turmoil, but her face showed interest, and her tone was a mixture of excitement and hesitation, "I'm not sure if you are my kind... but I believe in you..."
...I also hope to live like you.
Dolly wasn't surprised by Tenor's reaction; mutants who are rejected by society generally yearn to find their own kind.
She took Tenor's hand and pulled him downstairs, becoming even more enthusiastic. "Don't worry, darling, with your teacher vouching for you, the head of the household will definitely accept you."
There are many clandestine organizations in Laghettia, but only the mad dogs of the Iron Blood Brotherhood can stand up to us.
The Emerald Order's heresy is a serious enemy in Ronan, but in Laghettia—they are nothing but outsiders!
"Once the Governor's ban on port is lifted, we can destroy them." As Dolly went downstairs, she turned her head to look into Tenor's eyes, a cruel fervor appearing in the woman's almond-shaped pupils.
Tenor naturally pulled away from Dolly's hand; the slick, greasy touch made him feel nauseous, as if her hand was wrapped in a baby's skin.
"What kind of being is 'our' God?" he asked tentatively, carefully avoiding mentioning the name of the god.
As night deepened, the lobby on the first floor was deserted and all the lights were off. Dolly and Tenor walked in the darkness, unable to clearly observe each other's expressions.
Dolly's voice held a chillingly fiery intensity:
"Yes, you will need to know that you must have a full understanding of our master."
Forget about those false gods that people talk about!
There are only four true gods in the world, and Shalis is the youngest of the four supreme gods.
When other gods were mentioned, Dolly scoffed and arrogantly declared:
"Olmuzd and Angra are as insignificant as the humblest mortals before Shalis, and Hermes' miracles are but the tricks of an apprentice in the glory of the Supreme God!"
Upon hearing this, Tenor was shocked by Dolly's outrageous words—"Lord of Light" Olmuzd is the sun god, the king of fire, the lord of goodness, and the god of peace.
Angela, the "God of Winter," is the younger brother of the benevolent ruler, the wicked ruler, the master of the cold night, and the god of war.
They are the eternally opposing dualistic god-kings in the pantheon!
They are the most important deities in the Empire, second only to Nom, the "Founder of the Empire" and the "God of Law and Order," and are the absolute chief gods in the Ilanshahr Empire.
From the Kingdom of Ronan and the High Kingdom of Orodlin in the west, to Ilanshahr in the east, from the Valentin tribes in the north to the Silhani League in the south—
Regardless of their faith, whether they were dwarves, elves, or even the savage and foolish green-skinned orcs of the grasslands, all called them true gods.
As for Salis—Ternor had never even heard of this god before.
Tenor kept his doubts to himself and secretly mocked himself—perhaps in the eyes of every cultist, their master is supreme.
Although they are like rats in the street in reality.