Renault didn''t know what happened in the country of the dead. He cleaned up the traces of the scene, took the fragments of the Lich life box, and hurried out of York town.


    All the townspeople here were killed by the Lich. The whole town was empty and was silently complaining about the crime of the Lich.


    When Renault returned to the camp, he found that the mercenaries were tied up into a lump and filled into a big pit, while the magic puppet Ameya was standing by the pit and learning Renault''s usual actions. A pair of big hands kept scratching their heads. It seemed that she was worried about the problem?


    Then he saw that it began to fill the pit and planned to bury the mercenaries in the pit.


    But Rao is so. The mercenaries are still sleeping, sleeping very sweet and snoring all the time.


    Renault remembered that his order before leaving was: let it watch these mercenaries, don''t let them run around, and don''t be taken away by wolves. It was totally unexpected that Ameya would carry out her order by this means.


    He hurried to stop the atrocities, carried out the mercenaries, and untied the hemp rope for them.


    "Alas, why are you so stupid? Mingming follows me every day. Why haven''t I learned anything about my intelligence and strategy?"


    "If it goes on like this, the little milk cat will be smarter than you!"


    Renault scolded angrily.


    Ameya squatted down with her back to him, stretched out a strong finger and drew a circle on the ground. She looked very wronged.


    "Well, well, don''t be wronged. Come and help clean up and fill in the pit."


    "After waiting for home, I''ll teach you how to use straw to make electricity consumers and garlic bastards. This little milk cat can''t learn, and you can still be smarter than them."


    Renault followed with a few words of comfort.


    Ameya stood up again and filled the big hole with Renault.


    Until the next morning, the mercenaries woke up in full spirit, and everyone stretched comfortably.


    "I haven''t slept so well for a long time!"


    Captain Gerson said with satisfaction that as a mercenary licking blood at the edge of a knife, insomnia and dreamy neurasthenia are very common occupational diseases. He has almost forgotten how many years ago he slept so well last time.


    Others echoed, feeling that even in their own home, they didn''t sleep so comfortably.


    But they immediately realized that something was wrong.


    Right now, is it sleeping out in the wild? Not far away, there may be a dangerous York town. There''s no reason to sleep so well?


    The mercenaries became nervous and hurriedly checked their state.


    Although it is intact, but there are some strange bruises and Le marks on the body, and there are some soil debris on the head and body


    Some of them did not understand the situation, and looked at Renault, who looked a little depressed.


    "Reverend Renault, you didn''t seem to sleep well last night? Do you know what happened?"


    Renault rubbed his eyes and replied:


    "Cough, I see you sleep so soundly and roll all over the ground. I''ll watch the night alone..."


    "Nothing happened last night. Even Yorktown was quiet."


    Several mercenaries immediately showed a look of shame, and captain Gerson said with embarrassment:


    "It''s really hard for you. In fact, you can wake us up."


    Renault smiled indifferently and replied:


    "As a kind priest, how can you disturb others'' dreams at will?"


    These words immediately moved the mercenaries. Reverend Renault is really a good man! Gentle and considerate, very considerate of others.


    What an ideal teammate!


    Only through one small thing, Renault won a good impression in the eyes of mercenaries.


    "Well, let''s go to town and have a look, Reverend Renault. Can you insist?"


    Captain Gerson asked again.


    "Of course, I''m used to practicing hard."


    Although Renault wanted to tell them that there was nothing good to see there, and all the things had been solved, he felt that if he told the truth, many things would be difficult to explain, so he simply took out his acting skills, pretended not to know anything, and followed the mercenaries to York town again.


    They wandered around the empty town for a while, searched separately for a while, and finally met in the small square where Renault met the Lich.


    "There was no one. Wasn''t there someone else yesterday? Why did they all disappear overnight?"


    "There are no workers in the mine, no traces of migration, and even all kinds of property are still in the house. They seem to have disappeared out of thin air?"


    "What''s going on here? Isn''t it written by an evil god?"


    The mercenaries summarized their findings and immediately felt a creepy horror.


    Renault also cooperated with them and said in surprise:


    "Wow! Evil god! It''s terrible! It''s terrible! Let''s go back and report it to the big sect!"


    Captain Gerson nodded again and again:


    "It''s not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let''s go!"


    So they ran all the way and returned to the city of innocence before dark.


    Captain Gerson wanted to take everyone to report to the three Orthodox churches, but Renault went back to the church first on the pretext that he was too tired.


    As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell. The old bishop arranged a table of delicious food. In addition to his favorite baked potatoes, there were fish, meat and bread. He was waiting for him to come back. Even the little milk cats called "meow" and surrounded him to meet him.


    Raynorton felt a warm warmth and dissipated his fatigue in an instant.


    "I came back just in time, much earlier than I expected. Come and have dinner."


    The old bishop put a basin of fish soup on the table with thick insulated gloves.


    Renault quickly sat down at the table, habitually picked up a baked potato and ate it.


    "Is everything going well?"


    The old bishop asked as he wrapped towels around the baby cats.


    "It went well..."


    "I met a lich on the road and had a little accident, but I''ve solved it..."


    Renault was busy eating and replied casually.


    "Well, well, well, well, well..."


    "Wait! What did you say? A lich?!"


    Probably because Renault''s tone was too understatement, the old bishop reflected that he met not a cat and dog, but a lich known for its insidious, cunning, dangerous and difficult!


    "Yes, lich, the goods are bad! He killed all the people in a town!"


    "And it''s very difficult. I won''t admit defeat, but I ran away, which makes me angry!"


    "Later, I tried to chase him, but I don''t know if I succeeded. I have to ask you to help me with divination."


    Renault said as he wolfed down.