บท 1811: Set A Target

Midnight, the bright moon hung up high in the sky.

The underground Silent Night Town also felt the 'moonlight' through some spells.

14 figures stood straight under the center tower of Silent Night Town. Under the 'moonlight', the shadows of these figures intertwined, as though they were overcooked noodles.

The 14 of them looked cold and filled with malicious intent, as if they were the ferocious wolves that had their eyes on Horlaika, who was walking closer.

Horlaika looked back at them calmly. He didn't just stand boldly. Quite the contrary, the gaze of the Undying was pressuring. He knew he couldn't afford to be weak now.

Unlike the normal members of the Silent Night Secret Society, these field agents who were like himself no longer represented themselves but the councilmen behind them.

Although Councilman Kurtzargert had turned into his teacher, and because of that, Horlaika couldn't allow himself to step back one step.