Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 68 A Scam Group? It's a Heretic Group!
"Captain, another easy target has taken our commission."

Outside the City of Dawn, a shifty-eyed fellow fawned over a burly man eating roasted meat inside the camp: "The ferryman's trick is so effective."

"Hmph, those boatmen always want to take the lion's share of everything, I'll replace them sooner or later."

"That's right, Captain will definitely become the ferryman of the River Styx in the future."

The burly man took a bite of the roasted meat and asked, "Where's the fat lamb? Has it arrived yet?"

"He's here. I'll go and get him."

"Go ahead, let me see how fat this sheep is."

The shifty-eyed henchman ran out, eagerly awaiting news, and frequently contacted the adventurer who had accepted the commission via his spell ring.

Not long after, he saw a tall man approaching.

He felt that the person in front of him was strange and awkward, but he still greeted him warmly.

"Hello, I am Fitch, the one who posted the commission. Are you the adventurer Mil Deville who accepted the commission?"

Disguised as Mir, Celia nodded and said in a low voice, "Yes, I am Mir."

In reality, it doesn't matter whether the voice is low or deep; it has been altered by magic and is no longer the original female voice.

The reason for disguising herself was that Celia was worried about her identity as a girl. She didn't know much about the Twilight Town investigation team, and others might have other ideas about her because they saw that she was a girl.

"Please come in!"

Fitch reached out to take Celia's hand, but she dodged him. He didn't seem to mind and led her into their camp.

The camp had four tents surrounding a campfire, with some barricades placed outside the tents to prevent wildlife from entering.

This is outside the City of Dawn, several kilometers away, and we've entered the wildlife area.

When Celia entered, she saw three people already sitting by the campfire, and one of them spoke to her.

"Thank you, Captain. Hehe, with this money, I can finally settle down, get married, and go farm."

Celia looked over and saw the person speaking counting gold coins.

Once this happened, Celia was basically certain that this so-called Twilight Investigation Team was a fraud ring that specifically targeted inexperienced new mercenaries.

Next, they should be talking about buying their shovels or something to take samples from the Twilight Cemetery, right?

Celia thought to herself.

At that moment, Fitch shouted to the burly man, "Captain, the last teammate is here, let's set off!"

The burly man chuckled and stood up. "No rush. Hello, my name is Baker, and I'm the captain of the investigation team. We'll be working together for a while, and I hope we can cooperate smoothly."

Celia nodded, playing the role of a novice adventurer and introducing herself: "Hello, my name is Mil Deville, a powerful first-tier mage who possesses a magic puppet. I will definitely complete your request smoothly."

"A puppet?" Beck exclaimed in surprise, glancing behind Celia. "Where is it?"

"I left it in Dawn City and didn't bring it with me. Are you going to leave now?"

“It’s late now, let’s set off tomorrow and get to know each other first,” Baker chuckled.

“Captain Baker is a second-tier boxer, Brother Mil, let me tell you, it’s an honor for you to be with Captain Baker!” Fitch chimed in from the side.

Celia didn't say much to them, and said directly, "I booked a room at the Mercenary Guild. It's very late now, so I'll go back and pack my things. I'll come back and meet up with you tomorrow."

Fitch was taken aback, then quickly said, "How can that be? We're already here, why go back? Let's eat something first, and get to know each other's fighting styles so we can support each other."

“My fighting style is all about my puppets; I’m a pure sorcerer. I need to go get my puppets first. Aren’t you going to let me go back?” Celia retorted.

Baker held down Fitch, who was about to speak, and laughed loudly, "Haha, you can go back anytime you want. We're not a scam group. It's okay, you can go back and rest. Just come here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Celia nodded, glanced at everyone's faces, and then left.

After she disappeared, the atmosphere in the camp immediately changed. Someone sitting around the campfire said, "This person is different from the previous easy targets; she's very wary."

Baker snorted: "What's the use of being vigilant? Once we get to the Twilight Cemetery and get on the ferry, it'll all be useless."

Quietly returning to the vicinity, Celia overheard the conversation among the people in the camp, and her brow furrowed.

"It turns out it wasn't a scam team, but the Twilight Cult recruiting people."

The girl's eyes gradually brightened.

They were just worried about not being able to find a stronghold of the Twilight Cult.

While delighted, Celia also had some doubts.

"Is the Twilight Cult really this high-profile? They actually have someone post commissions directly at the Mercenary Guild. Aren't they afraid that the Holy Court will infiltrate their stronghold and wipe them out?"

When she came, Celia had done her research. She learned that Twilight Town had become a stronghold of the Twilight Cult, and the Holy Court had sent teams to exterminate it many times, but had not succeeded.

Due to the unique circumstances of Twilight Town, as long as they hide in the ravines filled with death energy and pollution, the Holy Court has no way of finding them.

As a result, the Holy Court has long been offering high-value commissions to the Mercenary Guild.

Celia did not accept the Holy Court's request. She was currently hiding her identity and it was not good to expose herself. At the same time, it was very likely that the Holy Court's team would not be able to find the Twilight Cult's stronghold, so it was better to fight alone.

After listening to the conversation of the Twilight Cult heretics for a while, Celia quietly returned to Dawn City.

The next day, Celia arrived at the "Twilight Survey Team" camp on time and met up with Baker and the others.

With such a large bounty, those who come here will be wary of being suddenly asked for money. They did a good job and didn't take it. If Celia was just an ordinary mercenary attracted by the 100 gold coins, she would have gradually lowered her guard by now.

But the other party is a heretic of the Twilight Cult.

It's not a scam at all.

Or rather, they deliberately disguise themselves as a fraud team to filter out unstable individuals and leave behind the fools who believe they can make a lot of money.

"The City of Dawn is a bit far from the Twilight Cemetery; we may not arrive until noon."

Baker patted his horse and looked at Celia. "Mr. Mill, it seems you didn't bring your mount? Would you like to ride with me?"

Celia shook her head and took out a flying broom. "No need, I have a flying machine."

Several gasps came from around her, and Celia immediately felt several pairs of burning eyes fixed on her flying broom.

This broom isn't from the school; she bought it separately. Buying it from the school is half price, but it still costs 5 gold coins, which is super expensive. Usually, no one would consider buying it.

Moreover, flying is not easy to learn; otherwise, schools wouldn't have dedicated flight courses.

Celia looked over and saw that everyone except Baker was staring at her flying broom.

A fellow traveler walked over and chuckled, "Brother Mir, can we ride together? I've never been on a flying machine before."

"This is a single-person flying vehicle; even a magic puppet can't carry it," Celia said calmly.

"Oh, alright." The other party retreated dejectedly and mounted his own horse.

Beck glanced at the puppet following Celia, then waved his hand: "Let's go, let's set off!"

"Roar! For the gold coins!"

(End of this chapter)