Capítulo 57: Seeking The City Underworld
"Sir! All the criminals have been killed!" a guard barge into the captain's office, causing the older man to be startled.
"When did this happened and what did the guards on duty do?!" he bellowed, causing the reporting guard to gulp nervously.
"It seem they are put into sleep, with some even having their memory erased, forgetting their duty," the guard reported, remembering asking one of the guard he knew of what he was doing only to get a blank stare.
"A mind manipulator or something similar. Not to mention having vendetta, or at least want something like blood or soul and so target the group that will not get them killed if they exterminate them," the captain deduced, having seen something similar, though slightly different.
He remember a cult that hunted down criminals more efficiently. Everyone, aside from maybe the members of the different churches, like them, until it was revealed all their 'good' deeds is done to gain enough soul to release a powerful monstrosities into the world.
"Try finding the culprit! I don't want another Blood Moon Cult accident to occur!" the captain ordered, the guards soon began to check different all over the city.
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"To bad there is no women inside the cell," Alros said to himself as he walked away. He had spent the night killing all the prisoners but did not find a single woman.
And so, he killed the prisoners, and with how there are some that equal to D-rank adventurers and even C-rankers, he was able to earn a lot of SP, which he planned on using.
Killing 20 or so prisoners earned him 640 SP, which may not seem a lot, especially compared to his LP, but still significant as most skills and spells around 100 to 200 for the first level.
It is only when it get into second level those it get outrageous, with a single upgrade to the next level being amounted to 1000 SP.
However, it is a one time thing, as he killed all the people inside the holding cell, and so, he need another way to gain SP. Being adventurers, while decent enough, even for beginners, it is only when one reached the C-ranks that one will be considered, well, not wealthy, but upper-middle class.
The three adventurers he took as women slash sex pet, earned a lot of money, with them keeping their possession with them, fearing it will get stolen when they left it with anyone else.
So, all of their hard earned money, ended up in his coffers, filling it nicely. They did not even care, more interested instead on being taken care off, either by him or his clones.
With this, he began another one of his plan, finding anything related to the Underworld. His first bet is to seek for any informant that could lead him to more clues.
And the best place to find one is at a tavern.
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Entering the tavern, while not as crowded as in the night, it still filled with people. Alros head straight to the barkeep, before asking him a question,
"Know any good informant in the area," he asked in a haughty tone.
"I don't kno-" a pouch of coins slammed on the bar stop him from saying anything else, instead giving him a very large smile.
"Sure, are there any specific information that you want to know?" Alros starting to feel a bit anxious. Namely, because his question might put a target on him. However, as they said, nothing ventured nothing gained.
"Yes, do you know anything about a smuggling ring, or even a slave trade?" he asked, causing the barkeep to gulp. Oh, he knew but telling it to somebody else would be, troublesome.
"Don't worry, I just trying to see if I can find any good female slave to be a be warmer," a truth, though not all he planned to do.
"I see. In that case, you should find the person sitting on that chair," the barkeep pointed at a table where someone is a sketchy clothing looked at him.
He nodded before making his way to the man. When he get closes, the man smiled and opened his arms. "Brother! Do you want a drink?" he would have answered no if not for the man somehow being sober.
"Yes, especially," he take a quick look at a piece of paper on the table, "A Labourer Death and maybe even Treasure Trove,"
"My oh my, that is rather hard to get and will cost a lot," the man said.
"10 gold coins for each is enough?" he asked, putting a pouch filled with 20 gold coins in front of the man, as discreetly as possible. He did not want anyone else to see their transaction.
"Hhmm, only barely, but it will not get the juiciest one," Alros smiled before whispering.
"I like to have the 10 gold coins of each. If it is good, then I will maybe see about getting the more expensive one," the man nodded before taking a piece of paper and scribbling on it.
After he finished, he gave it to him. Alros accepted it before reading the information. His eyes lightly narrowed before nodding.
"This is good, but maybe 30 gold coins each will taste better," the sketchy looking man smiled wider as he then scribbled on another piece of paper, though it is a lot longer compared to the previous one.
When he finished, Alros accepted it before reading it. After finishing it, he nodded before taking his leave. After all, he learned enough.
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"Hahaha! To think I can get so many selling such worthless information!" the sketchy looking man laughed as he begin to count the coins he get from scamming Alros.
While the information is true, the price did not even rich 10 gold coins, if even both are combined. After all, he merely told the location of the slave trader and the location of the auction and when.
Aside from that, most of the information are something that can be learned when visiting the establishment and did not even need an informant to tell them such thing.
So, the fact he was able to scam him with normal information really make him happy. As he walk down the alley, the man started to feel something wrong. He had been hunted before, and knew what it felt like.
After all, this is not the first city he had stop by and scam people, and he manage to gain a lot of enemies, and was able to detect a hostile person coming close to him.
His hands on his dagger, he swing it but did not hit anything. Instead, his hands were severed by a blade. As he screamed, blood pouring out of the wound, he did not see the demon that come closer and closer to him.
The last thing he manage to see is his cut of hands.
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