Chapter 412 Dispute

This is an underground sect that, as far as Lynch knows, is known on the surface of the Empire as the Grand Alliance.

It was a club that combined art and science. The requirements for membership were very high, and the mere membership fee dissuaded most poor artists from joining.

But the club promised inspiration and patronage to the world, and nearly every member had a work that circulated regionally.

Very few people knew the truth about this organization. If Lynch hadn't had enough experience in his previous life, he would have thought it was an insignificant gathering of mortals.

Even in forced confessions, the mercenaries said that they served a noble person in the "Grand Alliance", ignorant people would only target the individuals among them, not the whole.

This is a high-end club in the empire, so it is normal for one or two bugs to appear.

I'm afraid even the members who are among them don't know that their leaders often have sex with minions of Slaanesh and Tzeentch in order to gain knowledge that mortals cannot.

After all, they are just the front organization of the Mingguang Sect.

The mercenaries only confessed that they were secret informants of a certain nobleman in the Grand Alliance. Lynch could see more from their souls, while Tigris read their souls neatly.

Although the negative effect of this is to turn the mercenaries into idiots who can only giggle.

They are just mortals, which makes the mage's magic progress extremely smoothly.

These idiots are actually related to the Chaos Gods.

After confirming their evil identities, Lynch didn't care whether they would be looked down upon by the sentry. Mortals who colluded with the devil had no chance of being forgiven by Lynch.

Mage Teclis also doesn't care about a few humans who betray the order.

If he hadn't peeped into their souls, Teclis wouldn't have believed that the rogues could be just a little bit worse than the rat men to the extent that they were shameless.

This group of people is not only related to the Cult of Light, but also to a cult of Tzeentch, the Purple Hand, for which they monitor the cults in the area around Middenheim.

Through browsing their souls, the Archmage only believed that these people were involved with demons. The Lizard Man could see more. He recognized some obscure symbols. At least he could recognize the Purple Hand.

This sect has roughly controlled the underground world of Middenheim and is afraid of being noticed, so they will take the initiative to expose other surrounding sects to prevent other cults from attracting the attention of the empire.

Just like every outsider would do, this group of gangsters would sell the information to the Hands of Purple, and then go to the soon-to-be-exposed cult to sell the information again.

They don't believe in demons, they only worship money.

Another sect of Tzeentch that is fighting against the Hand of Purple, the Red Crown, is also one of their employers. Both sects believe that they control this group of mortals. Obviously, humble rogues can do more than extraordinary beings. They imagined more.

Of course, this is due to the fact that mortals cannot touch the core of the cult, and giants will not care about an ant.

It's not that Tzeentch believers didn't expect that, it's ridiculous that humans will always be bound by miscellaneous reasons.

Cultists are willing to tear themselves apart only when such mortals have gone too far. The Order of Khorne may be considered another matter.

Whether it is the order of Khorne or Nurgle, whether it is the order of Slaanesh or Tzeentch, they are all related to mercenaries like them.

The group of mercenaries caught by Lynch was not the only one. There were many similar gangsters. They were the common informants of the cultists.

Unless these wallflowers involve the core of the cult, no devil believer is willing to waste energy on them, which will instead attract the attention of other sects.

These hooligans don't know any profound knowledge. They only know that there are big figures who are backing them, and all they need to pay is the various gossips they come into contact with in their daily lives.

Even the magician can't achieve success with any spell that can obtain the truth, because these mortals really don't know anything, and only the prophets can detect some traces deep in their memories.

It turns out that killing them is no big deal and will not break the precarious balance between the sects - Lynch seems not qualified to say this, because no matter how chaotic the human underground world is, it has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care if it does. Come to your door if you have trouble.

Lynch had already solved more than one being who was worshiped as a god by the devil's minions, and he had not yet been promoted at that time.

There seems to be a storm happening near Middenheim, and there are too many cult groups gathering there.

Perhaps it was because the main forces of Great Ulric and the White Wolf Knights were in the south, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of them.

Lin Qi couldn't help but miss that comrade. Human life is short and bright. Maybe he should help the deceased clean up the door, so that he can have a proper explanation for his teammates who are on the same battlefield after entering the supreme heaven.

That is Lynch's future battlefield, and the battle will never stop. Obviously, he is weak there and needs friends even more.

Because by then his opponent will be stronger than ever.

Middenling, night.

A title that is not often mentioned by the Midden people has appeared recently, and legends about them are still circulating in some villages.

Yes, the hand of Asclepius.

If a child asks about the elders in the village, the oldest ones will recall the "holy hands of medicine" that their ancestors once talked about.

Who else remembers those wandering doctors who roamed the countryside? Do the descendants of those who were healed still remember their benefactor?

These medical practitioners with snake staffs were once the closest group to the lower class people. Ever since the kind-hearted mysterious founder disappeared in a remote village in Midden Territory, everything has changed.

The great doctors who inherited the mantle of the mysterious doctor disappeared one after another. To this day, how much of the medical knowledge that has helped people curb one plague after another has been passed down?

No one knew the answer, it was a taboo, the nobles would not mention that name, and the bishops in the temple kept it secret.

Dr. Roald of the Tilian Society is interested in these secrets.

Middenheim, Moor Gardens, Roald ended his intimidation and inducement of the homeless people in the cemetery sewers, and successfully obtained some latest news from the outside world.

His colleagues, physicians who were too deeply involved in the Tirian Society, had come into partial conflict with the unmentionable organization.

The news can be confirmed by locals who were devastated by the disease and then suddenly recovered from the pain and were forced to wander in Middenheim.

This is an opportunity. The longer Roald stays in the Tilian Society, the more clearly Roald can see the truth of this organization. It is by no means just a medical mutual aid society.

He must leave this organization.

Before that, he had to obtain the mysterious power that could heal the refugees from the plague, and Shaurya's magical power was nothing more than that.

His colleagues definitely had no such means, it could only be the hands of the mysterious Asclepius. No doctor could refuse such a temptation.

If successful, he will write his name in history.