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Others went upstairs and soon saw the two rooms next to each other by the corresponding door.
So far, nothing unusual had occurred. Everyone felt a chilling and eerie atmosphere since arriving here, making it hard for them to calm down. Even when trying to sleep, they kept their eyes open, fearing that something might suddenly appear to take their lives.
However, as they wished, nothing extraordinary happened, and time passed until evening.
That night, they opened the windows and saw a crowd gathering on the street below.
There was no sign of Bai, yet the sight of so many people gathered together at night felt quite strange.
As they continued to watch, they soon noticed many dark figures flying in from the empty side, each with wings, approaching the crowd one by one, with numbers varying from none to a few.
Yet, despite so many humans confronting thirty monsters, they remained completely still.
Like pilgrims kneeling on the ground, it seemed as if they were waiting for a divine decree to descend.
After those eerie figures flew over the heads of the crowd and surveyed them, the monsters began to act.
Sharp claws reached out and grabbed human shoulders, lifting them off the ground as if suspended in mid-air.
Clearly, their purpose was to capture people. But why didn’t even the military intervene to stop this?
In fact, those monsters had entered without any resistance; no one dared to stop them, which only emboldened them to snatch away local residents.
That night seemed uneventful. Aside from the bizarre insectoid creatures carrying off locals, the townspeople scattered as if nothing had happened.
When Bai and his companions came downstairs, they found the eerie butler dressed in a similar manner.
Freyr hurriedly asked the butler, “Is the situation here just like what happened last night? Is it still like this now? Of course, I won’t let you go without compensation. If you have any unspoken difficulties or if you reach a critical point where you can’t express what we can guess about it, you need not worry about violating any rules.”
The butler nodded ominously. Although he didn’t want to dress this way either, he was influenced by the locals. If he hadn’t done so, he might have been the first offering to the insectoids. Many others in the city likely shared this thought. Yet more people seemed oblivious to right or wrong until those with ideas were ultimately captured and never returned. Though they were said to serve God, those who understood knew that most likely they wouldn’t return; they had gone to meet God. But whether they met God or perhaps a devil remained uncertain.
The butler quickly summarized the situation in Slyland City, particularly regarding the emergence of a Master of Dark Arts. This figure had only recently come into existence, and everyone was shocked by how rapidly a Master of Dark Arts could rise to power, even managing to ensnare the minds of an entire city.
In fact, upon hearing this, everyone understood that this Master of Dark Arts was likely an Ability Master. It was precisely because of the involvement of an Ability Master that ordinary people could be influenced in such a way.
Although those afflicted were reluctant to venture out every night, some had taken on the role of sacrifices to preserve a temporary peace. Otherwise, as their beliefs suggested, demons would bring disaster upon the Nightless Province.
The soldiers in Slyland City appeared strong and robust, yet they were powerless against the forces of the Insectoids.
Various military checkpoints set up by soldiers around Slyland City had mysteriously been breached at some point, allowing the Insectoids to infiltrate through this gap and wreak havoc.
Despite the presence of numerous hunters executing missions, these bizarre creatures continued their slaughter during these operations. Whenever a hunter turned away, the people within the city faced even more severe persecution.
This was an unavoidable reality; the inhabitants had no choice but to endure their lives there, unable to escape.
Often, lonely individuals lost trust in one another, succumbing to a toxic belief that treated people like livestock, sacrificing them for a fleeting sense of peace.
Every night, those monsters would come hunting, sparing neither women nor children.
After hunters were ambushed and turned away, the ensuing carnage at night became even more severe.
Although the population of Slyland City was not large at present, over three years it had reached an unfathomable number due to reproduction.
The butler furrowed his brow as he spoke, his voice hoarse and almost tearful. Many found it strange that he hadn’t gone out last night.
In truth, he had been regarded locally as someone cursed—essentially a demon.
And demons were not allowed to go outside. While he had no worries about food, being recognized on the streets at other times could lead to a severe beating.
"Is there really such a thing? Have the soldiers nearby mentioned anything about the situation here?" Freyr asked.
"Of course not. Who would dare to bring it up? Anyone who speaks out will be secretly executed. The most terrifying part about that thing is that people will be secretly killed," the steward said, tears streaming down his face.
"We already know what you told us. We're here to resolve these issues. Tonight, we will take action and do our best to eliminate those monsters," Freyr declared.
As he spoke, he gave a slight bow to the old steward.
The steward looked at the group before him, momentarily taken aback, then responded, "Why are there only six of you?"
"Yes, there are only six of us. Six should be enough. Please help us make arrangements," Freyr replied, appearing confident. Seeing his demeanor, the steward felt compelled to let him try. After all, judging by how the others regarded him, it was clear he was their leader. If he was indeed their leader, his strength must be considerable. If he could truly assist them, perhaps the situation would change.
"Alright, I'll do my best. However, you need to be prepared; they don't welcome strangers—except for one type of person," the steward sighed and shook his head.
"What kind of person?" Freyr asked curiously.
"Well, those who have been chosen to be prey. I don't want to put it so bluntly, but if you die, it would mean I intentionally sent you to your deaths. What's the difference between that and killing you myself? I can't bring myself to do that," the steward said with a deep breath.
"It's alright; you have to trust us. We might not die. Please let us go," Freyr said, bowing slightly again and earnestly pleading with the steward.
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