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Chapter 1597 - Chapter 1597 Chapter 485 Death Domain_3

Chapter 1597: Chapter 485 Death Domain_3 Chapter 1597: Chapter 485 Death Domain_3 Everyone became even more interested when they heard about Flood Gang.

After all, it used to be the biggest entertainment city in Sinless City.

Inside the tent, Sophia Jones, who was meditating, also showed a helpless smile on her cold, beautiful face.

Always serious, it seemed that her companions were indeed interested in her private life.

It was getting heated outside when suddenly two sharp bird calls rang out in the camp.

Sophia Jones abruptly opened her eyes because that was a signal from the perimeter sentry.

It meant someone was coming!

“Someone is approaching the camp!”

Next to the fire, everyone suddenly fell silent and each drew their weapons, getting ready for battle.

Encountering people in the Magical Beast Forest was not a good sign.

It was even more dangerous than encountering Demon Beasts.

Soon, sounds of battle erupted outside the camp.

Whoever the newcomers were, and whatever their intentions, there were no others for miles around the Great Sword Group, and their sudden appearance meant they had to be apprehended and interrogated.

The newcomers seemed quite strong and were not subdued immediately.

When Leonard Churchill and his group rushed out, the strangers were still trying to escape, but in an instant, they were captured by John Charlie and a few Sixth Rank members.

Magic cold light illuminated a face tired and scarred.

The injuries were not from the recent fight; they were new and old, some already scabbed, indicating he had been attacked several times over the past few days.

Recognizing the tea-bearded man with a braided beard, Leonard Churchill realized he knew him!

…

In just an instant, Leonard Churchill moved from behind the crowd to the front, his Clown mask now bearing a different face.

Before the members of the Great Sword Group could even ask, the muscled man with the braided beard recognized him. In his previously despairing gaze, a flicker of hope suddenly appeared, “You aren’t Holy Church people?”

Upon hearing this, everyone understood why this fellow had tried desperately to flee when discovered.

He had mistaken them for members of the Holy Church.

On hearing this, an idea flashed through Leonard Churchill’s mind: Was this man being pursued by the Holy Church?

He recognized him because these fellows had once bought information from him!

The “Mithril Serpent” was a mercenary group registered in Moses County of the Red Dragon Kingdom.

It was a somewhat famous medium-sized mercenary group.

However, it had no official background.

The group leader was Kuesti, a Seventh Rank “Black Giant,” and was quite strong.

They had come from the north, accepting a pioneering mission from the Holy Church and intended to make some gains in the Magical Beast Forest.

The information merchant “Sean,” played by Leonard Churchill, was well-reputed in the industry and had indeed sold some information to foreign adventurers.

Including to this very Mithril Serpent.

The big-bearded man in front was the vice-leader, also possessing Sixth Rank strength.

Leonard Churchill didn’t know his name; during their information transaction in a tavern, he had simply accompanied their leader.

…

Upon seeing Leonard Churchill, the big-bearded man, as if seeing his last hope for survival, exclaimed, “Are you… the information merchant from Giant Spirit City?”

He also knew what the consequences of clashing with other adventure groups in the wilderness could be.

Likely, they would be treated as ill-intentioned bandits.

Now encountering an “acquaintance” might give him a slight chance to clarify things.

Leonard Churchill nodded and took the initiative, “If I remember correctly, you are from the Mithril Serpent?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The tea-bearded man nodded repeatedly, “Brother, can you explain to them? I am not some unknown person. I didn’t know you all were camping in the forest, I simply wandered here by mistake… It was all a misunderstanding…”

As he spoke, he still looked as if he wanted to leave.

Leonard Churchill noticed the panic in his eyes.

The more the man tried to interact, the more it indicated that he couldn’t be let go.

He spread his hands, feigning helplessness, “I’m just a hired guide…”

His intuition told him that this man was being pursued because he must have been hiding a secret.

Moreover, Leonard was curious; they were deep in the Magical Beast Forest where high-tier Demon Beasts were everywhere – how could this guy be alone?

Where was his team? And why was he being pursued? Was it just a coincidence that they bumped into each other?

Before getting a clear explanation, he definitely couldn’t let the man go.

Seeing Leonard’s stance, Sophia Jones quickly inferred his intention and coldly said to the man, “Sir, if you don’t explain your origins, do you think we’ll naively believe that a sneaky man outside our camp in the dead of night means no harm?”

“Ah… this…”

Hearing this, the tea-bearded man was visibly anxious.

Unable to explain his situation, he merely said, “I was just being chased by a group of Magic Bats, I really stumbled upon this place by mistake…”

Leonard Churchill silently observed his micro-expressions, which revealed a lot of information.

But he caught onto another key detail.

Leonard Churchill had already guessed something, but questioned with an intentionally knowledgeable tone, “Magic Bats? What kind of bat could chase after a Sixth Rank like you? As far as I know, the strongest bat species in the Magical Beast Forest, the Red-haired Winged Dragon King Bat, is only Fourth Rank…”

“No, not that!”

The tea-bearded man knew his words were hard to believe, “It was a very large bloodthirsty bat, probably a Hellish Breed. They swarm in packs, at least tens of thousands…”

…

Leonard Churchill had actually already believed him.

He thought of a Dark Type creature – the Hell Bat.

This was also a Hellish Creature, usually appearing in the same places as the Hellhounds they had encountered before.

Especially large?

Putting these two characteristics together, Leonard Churchill had already guessed the situation.

Sophia Jones knew what he was implying and coldly interrupted the tea-bearded man’s words, “It seems sir is unwilling to tell the truth…”

Upon her words, surrounding members of the Revolutionary Army cadre similarly coalesced tacitly, their glances as sharp as knives, uniformly fixating on the bulky man.