Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"I will convey your expectations. That's all for now, I'm leaving."

"Your Excellency, may your journey be smooth..."

"Don't leave!"

A sharp shout, like a thunderclap, rang out in the center of the village. The white-haired old man was startled and instinctively turned around. Seeing the burly man clad in a glow-in-the-dark floral camouflage, his eyes widened. He pointed a finger at him and said in a trembling voice:

"you you you……"

The village chief, who looked like Colonel Sanders, opened his mouth, then continued somewhat awkwardly, asking:

"Um... who are you?"

"...Are you mentally challenged?" Latis asked, pointing to his face in shock, without even glancing at the leaf-covered suit he was wearing.

"You can't even recognize someone with such a magnificent and handsome face?!"

"Oh, oh oh..."

The village chief stared at Latis's face, which, illuminated by the glowing flowers and the light-dancing spell, made him appear like a tree spirit. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he shouted:

"Buhou! Your Excellency, you must leave quickly!"

The night elf, who had been standing there stunned for a long time, immediately reacted upon hearing this. Looking at the imposing Latis, he instantly guessed that this must be the so-called Royal Capital Investigator.

He glanced at several of his clansmen beside him who were carrying male villagers on their backs, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin, and asked in the Common Language:

"So you're the investigator who was specially sent here? Hmph, to be exempt from the sleeping potion unique to the Night Elves, you must be carrying extremely valuable magical equipment, right?"

"It's just because of his strong sense of justice and the drug resistance he developed from taking protein powder."

Latis casually uttered a statement that left both the night elves and the village chief utterly bewildered. His gaze swept over the several night elves poised to attack, lingering for a moment on the villagers on their backs, before finally settling on the village chief, who showed absolutely no signs of unconsciousness, and he frowned as he said:

"It really was you! You must be the only one in the whole village who didn't eat the green rice cake, right? As the village chief, why did you deceive the villagers like this? What benefit do you get from it?"

"Investigator, what do you mean by deception?"

The village chief was silent for a moment, then asked with a hint of confusion and doubt:

"The relationship between the envoy and that lady is the biggest secret of our village. If it weren't for their existence, Tree Peak Village would have been destroyed by the monster attacks from the Mountain Wasteland long ago, not to mention gaining the power of the clan emblem through countless baptisms to protect the village... Isn't their existence a good thing for Tree Peak Village?"

Latis raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and said:

"Are you so sure that was a baptism? What if it was something harmful to your villagers?"

"Whether it was a baptism or not is completely unimportant, Investigator."

The village chief sighed, slightly rolled up his sleeves to reveal the strong tribal markings on his muscular arms, and then said in a low voice:

"What choice do we commoners have? I don't want to lie, Investigator. Kiriko told me about you. You're a good person. If a good person like you could help us cover up the investigation results a little so we can stay here, that would be the greatest help we could receive..."

"Staying here forever is like a frog in a well, only seeing the sky from the bottom of a well!"

Latis snorted coldly, completely unmoved by the village chief's words, and said directly:

"If it were really that beneficial to the village, then surely seven or eight young men wouldn't have gone missing in succession? If I'm not mistaken, they're probably all dead by now, aren't they?"

"Investigator, you..."

The village chief struggled and tried to persuade her again, but was stopped by the night elf beside him.

"Further words are pointless." The night elf flicked his vine whip, his gaze fixed on Latis, and said in a deep voice:

"Sir, why don't we settle this with a demonstration of skill?"

"Oh? You've got guts." Latis clenched his fists, slightly hunched his back, and grinned.

"Then we'll ask you what you've been up to after we capture you."

"you……"

Just as the night elf was about to utter a harsh remark, he suddenly shuddered. Under Latis's seemingly harmless gaze, he felt an inexplicable and powerful aura. He subconsciously swallowed, cold sweat pouring down his body, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Your Excellency...?"

The village chief's worried voice came from not far away. The night elf came back to his senses, frowned, glanced at Latis who was waiting politely for the battle to begin, took a deep breath, and slightly tightened his grip on the vine whip.

"Not bad eye," Latis commented with a smile, then asked, "Night Elf, are you ready?"

"Heh heh, don't underestimate me. I'll make you kneel down in no time..." The night elf said coldly, his toes touching the stones on the ground.

"In that case, let's begin..."

Upon hearing this, Latis instantly entered his battle mode. However, just as he was about to unleash a devastating Mage's Hand attack on the entire field, he saw the opposing Night Elf suddenly turn around and sprint away at top speed, shouting loudly in Elvish:

"Collapse, retreat, sell, slip away!"

"?"

Latis's eyes widened instantly, and he stood frozen in place for a moment, watching as the night elves leaped into the hole in the campfire. Only then did he snap out of it and shout:

"Holy crap, Xu Huang shot me?!"

He stomped his foot on the ground with a bang, and instantly shot out like a cannonball, covering dozens of meters in a second to reach the campfire.

However, just as he was about to quickly dive into the cave, a sleeping male villager was suddenly thrown out of the cave by the night elves. Helpless, Latis had to catch the villager and put him on the ground.

"What do you mean by 'stealing from behind'..."

Latis took a deep breath, cursing, glanced at the sweating village chief, snorted, and threw out a vine that wrapped around him and tied him to the stone platform.

"I'll deal with you when I get back."

Latis spat, his eyes narrowed, and with a leap, he plunged into the cave.

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"sleepy……"

Jennifer slowly opened her eyes, fought off sleepiness, and sat up to look at Leafa beside her.

Although the spells cast by Latis had failed to remove the sleep-inducing components from her body, fortunately, her body would subconsciously become excited and active when she came into contact with Latis. During that time, she also digested some of the sleep-inducing components, and was finally able to wake up thanks to her stubborn will.

"Holy water...holy water..."

She rolled over and fell to the ground, reaching out her weak hand to grope inside her pouch. Soon, she found the holy water bottle she always carried with her.

Snapped!

She squeezed hard, and the holy water bottle shattered. In a burst of bright light, Jennifer instantly regained consciousness and jumped up from the ground.

"Holy water is still useful, but unfortunately the production is too low..."

Jennifer quickly pulled out a cloth to cover her face, mouth, and nose, and then guided the remaining holy water to pour over Leafa.

"Waaah... Master, Grandmaster...?"

Leafa propped herself up, clutching her head, and glanced at the black cloak covering her, blinking in confusion.

"Your master has already found the underground passage."

After receiving the message, Jennifer swiftly packed away the props and scrolls beside her, picked up her longsword, and said:

"Put on the cloak your master gave you, and let's go after him."

Chapter 402 A Chance Encounter with the Dark Knight

There's a faint smell of smoke... Did something burn?

Snyder dismounted, tightened his hood over his face, and looked at the entrance to the canyon, which appeared exceptionally deep under the cover of moss and vines.

"Hmm..." She took out a propaganda scroll of the Church of Light from her pocket, looked around at the surrounding terrain, then put the scroll away and whispered:

"This should be the Tree Peak Village that the old man mentioned..."

Recalling the encouraging looks on the villagers' faces, Snyder couldn't help but clench his fist slightly, giving himself a pep talk.

Although she was worried about her brother and companions, it would be extremely difficult to infiltrate Romnia alone after leaving the holy city. At this moment, she thought about contributing as much as possible to Latis's work, hoping that Latis would find a way to rescue her companions as soon as possible.

Of course, she didn't think that her meager strength could make any real contribution, nor did she think that she could ask Latis for help with those small contributions; she only wanted to do her best and leave the rest to fate.

If you pray sincerely, the God of Light will respond to all of this.

Snyder mentally reviewed the slogans on the propaganda scroll, tethered his eagle-horse, and, lifting the long hem of his robe, charged into the canyon.

……

……

"This smoke must have been what put us to sleep earlier."

Jennifer held a ball of pure light in her hand, constantly releasing divine power to push away the surrounding smoke.

With conscious precautions, a seasoned Knight of Light can fully guarantee his own safety. It was only because he had become accustomed to straightforward combat in the past that he had inadvertently let his guard down.

Fortunately, no serious consequences occurred... It seems I should eat less food from unfamiliar villagers in the future. I was very wary when I was a child, but how did I become a fool who picks up trash and eats it when I grew up?

Damn it...

In short, through Latis's beacon message, Jennifer figured out where the compounding agent came from. Despite her annoyance, she felt a sense of excitement reminiscent of her first adventure.

For monsters in the wild, using the environment for cover to launch sneak attacks or as traps is common. When Jennifer was a fledgling knight, she had experienced many thrilling battles. However, gradually, the Church of Light ordered the knights not to venture far from human cities for their safety, and they rarely encountered monsters that were cunning enough. It was even rarer for them to use the combined effects of plants to set traps.

Speaking of which, the last time I encountered danger, it was only because I ran into Latis that I was able to resolve it. Even though it was our first meeting, it felt incredibly adventurous.

Memories of the two that began during their adventure...

He's just to her liking; no wonder he's her man.

"Master, the villagers all seem to be sleeping very soundly..."

Leafa followed closely behind Jennifer, her small face filled with caution. Wearing a shadow cloak, she glanced around the quiet cave and whispered:

"How strange... Did Tree Peak Village suffer some kind of attack?"

“It’s a bit complicated.” Jennifer shook her head, one hand resting on her longsword, the other holding up the orb of light. She glanced at the dimly lit, extinguished campfire in the distance and said:

"Simply put, well... it's a story about boiling water that's been passed down through generations..."

"Pan-fried?" Leafa tilted her head, twirled the round shield in her hand, and asked thoughtfully, "The kind of pan-fried dish you make for eggs? When there's no oil, pan-fried dishes are actually quite tasty!"

"Well..."

Jennifer turned to look at Leafa, whose face was full of innocence, raised an eyebrow, and said with a smile: