My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

"Why are you trying to fool us? Did you think we are idiots?" Just then, the girl evoked her Spear-type Panspermia Weapon.

Kriolo was startled, stepped back, and held up his hands, with the paper still in the fingers of his right hand.

"I am speaking the truth, listen to the paper." The man said calmly to someone who had a very sharp weapon pointed at his throat.

"Paper that emits sound? I've been studying for fifteen years, and I've never heard of anything like that!" Nathalia shouted, extremely stressed. "How could there be a paper that emits sound?"

The half-wolf pushed the Elf's spear aside and reached out to the brute.

"It is I and only I who decide what I do."

Nathalia did not know how to react and, disappointed in herself, lowered her gaze and the spear.

After that, Kriolo placed the paper in Luke's palm, who in turn brought it to his ear.

When the boy did this, he instantly regretted it, as his mind was flooded with such mournful screams that no one could sustain their sanity for more than a few seconds.

It seemed that the very door to the abyss was open, because the torture and screams of torture, made a bad feeling in luke's chest, just as it occurred when he touched the skull door.

"W-what is that?" The half-wolf questioned, still a little affected by the voices he heard.

"It's their mark... Everything Chaos touches get like that." Kriolo explained.

"So the pieces are finally falling into place," Luke spoke, as he placed his right hand on his chin. "All right, we need to act too. We've been in the palm of their hands so far, so we've been running back and forth, taking everything that's happened in the last few weeks, we can connect all the dots and conclude that this cult is the big culprit."

"What do you plan to do? We have nothing, no clue at all." Nathalia said, slightly stressed.

The half-wolf looked at the brute beside him from head to toe and said, "No, we definitely have a clue."

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Later that same day, the streets near the morgue were much busier than usual. Since the area was a former commercial district, there were many warehouses and closed taverns there, not to mention the buildings that served as makeshift factories, however, at night those alleys looked even scarier.

"Hey, hey! Where are they? I want sacrifices for my ritual!" said a hunchbacked man, who carried two sharp black daggers. Since he was in the habit of leaving his tongue out most of the time, it was dry and cracked, which made his speech even more sickening.

"Shut up, we're not far away." Answered the woman with short black hair, her various scars on her face evidencing her experience.

Behind them both, there were another dozen or so Chaos followers, who were wearing huge black cloaks. All were with their hands inside their sleeves and only moved when ordered.

"The target is one Latmenfar Kriolo." The woman said as she walked quietly under the rooftops. "As far as we know, he is married and was once an acolyte... Interesting, another one turned heathen."

"Why do we have to go after yet another heathen? The Seven Servants only take care of normal things."

"Normal things? Draco, they are manipulating continental politics. That's not normal."

Draco stopped his walk, looked back, and shouted: "Why the hell is you guys still standing around?!" His acolytes were still parked ten meters away.

When the group finally arrived at their planned destination, they identified the place not by the iron gate, much less by the skull symbol at the bottom of it.

In the vision of the two leaders, there was a red stain covering the morgue, this was the <Chaos Vision> ability, which granted them the predisposition to see where deaths occurred.

From afar, Draco already smelled the rotten smell of the place and became excited. "What is this place? A fucking morgue!? You should have told me before!"

Leticia couldn't help but bring her hand to her face and confess: "That's why I didn't tell you... You'd get too excited. Don't kill him before I can remove his memories. If a Sensory is called here, there will be no clues that we are here."

"Bleh! Bleh!" said Draco, sounding like a little child, then jumped from the building to the street. "I'll go ahead!"

"Sigh... what a crappy post." The woman panted, and immediately after, ordered with a wave of her right hand, for the ten followers to follow him. 'If he can't handle a morgue security guard, I won't even try to save him.'

The moment the big-tongued man approached the iron gate, he realized that the metal door was already open.

Fung! Fung! Draco sniffed twice and smelled the familiar scent of Goblin blood.

'They sent those Goblins here? Wow! If they're dead, that means this Kriolo guy isn't just a dead dog.'

Nheec! The door creaked when it opened and a large silhouette could be seen, shadowed by the flame of lamplight on the ceiling. At its feet were three goblin corpses, the largest of which was being trampled by one of the lout's feet.

"You have arrived at last." Said Kriolo, his dark skin was even more accentuated in that lighting. The man remained calm after all.

"Hehehe! Don't interfere, guys. This one is mine." Draco spoke with a macabre grin.

Amidst the gloom, the brute charged like a bull at the hunchback, who didn't know how to defend himself in the right way, because he was used to taking the initiative.

However, even with a shoddy defense, he was still armed and when Kriolo hit him with a punch to the chest, he returned it with a dagger stab to the left shoulder.

From above, Leticia could hear a loud noise and for that reason, she looked down. In the street, there were the followers in front of the morgue, standing still.

'Ahh... He's too reckless, surely he wants to solve this himself.' She thought and took a step forward, however, she was suddenly stopped as she felt the presence of something behind her.

The woman didn't have time to act before she had her throat slit.

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