I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

A priest holding a knife plunged it into his own throat, and he lost his sight.

The last one was a thief wearing a short-sleeved shirt. His face still showed faint traces of fear, there was a bullet hole between his eyebrows, and his right hand had been cleanly chopped off.

Their spirituality has vanished, and they are no different from ordinary people.

After the death of extraordinary individuals, their spiritual essence concentrates in a certain part of their body, which is a form of legendary artifact—"relics".

Compared to other types of heirloom artifacts, these "relic" artifacts often come with serious side effects.

......

Inside the shed, Franz poured out some tobacco leaves, stuffed them into his sea willow pipe with his fingers, and then lit it with a match.

A bright golden-purple light shone, and the fragrance of hawthorn blossoms wafted through the air. Li Lin stepped out of the air in front of him and sat down in front of Franz, his expression serious: "I want to report this."

"?"

Franz Clark put down his pipe and looked at Master Li, who had a serious expression, with a puzzled expression: "What happened?"

“I don’t know,” Li Lin shook his head. “Someone killed all those superhumans and took their belongings.”

Franz looked at Li Lin suspiciously, as if trying to see any deception on his face, and said earnestly, "These relics are not very effective and have serious side effects... They are not good for you."

Li Lin said in a deep voice: "To lose humanity is to lose a lot; to lose animality is to lose everything."

Franz, understanding the meaning behind those words, was slightly moved, never expecting Li Lin to say something like that.

Suppressing his doubts for the time being, Franz took out several files from the paper bag and placed them in front of Li Lin.

Li Lin recognized them at a glance; these were the three unfortunate men whose eyes had been gouged out, ears cut off, and hands chopped off.

However, these cultists who believe in the principles of enlightenment are also madmen who occasionally stab themselves in the back, sometimes even needing others to do it for them, for fear that they won't stab hard enough.

Li Lin, whose thoughts were starting to wander, suddenly had a bright idea: "Did you know that in Europe, on average, two out of every three little boys have been raped by a priest?"

Franz hesitated, wanting to refute Li Lin but not knowing where to begin. He simply took out another paper bag from his side, poured out two Spenserian coins, and handed them to Li Lin, indicating that he could get lost.

"Just two pieces?" Li Lin slammed his fist on the table in dissatisfaction. "Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"How many do you want?" Franz pointed somewhat discontentedly. "You know better than I what the Spentrian coins are used for. Two ancient iron coins are quite a lot."

“You’re right, but you don’t know that the conspirators are grinning maliciously,” Li Lin said.

Taking advantage of Franz's moment of deep thought, Li Lin grabbed two ancient iron coins and disappeared.

145 You're finished. I'm calling your mom right now.

Li Lin held an ancient iron coin in his palm; its rough edges resembled a blunt knife.

This is a gray iron coin, slightly larger than a penny. As the common currency in the Hidden World, the Ancient Iron Coin is the lowest denomination among the ancient coins of Spentria. Some newcomers to the mysterious world use these ancient coins to pay for various expenses.

It has a shallow scratch on the front, and the murder scene is depicted on the back with relief-like strokes.

Spentrian iron coins

[Sexual Aspect: Blade]

[It could be worth a large sum of money in the waking world; or it could be used as materials for rituals; or you could use it to pay some price.]

Li Lin knew about this thing for two reasons. Firstly, when he played games before, this thing could be exchanged for a large sum of money at the auction house, which led him to write papers to make money whenever he had free time. Secondly, after transmigrating to the world of the cult, the notes of the Key Hunter's predecessor mentioned the Spindrian ancient coin.

But it was just mentioned briefly, since key hunters don't have the habit of keeping a diary.

Who the hell keeps a diary?

As noon approached, the sunlight intensified, the gray fog was about to dissipate, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased. A thug controlled by Li Lin hurriedly left his workstation, stuffed half a day's wages into his hand, and then returned to his workstation to continue his bloodless and tearless work.

After getting a free lunch, Li Lin suddenly had a whim and decided to go back to his previous temporary residence.

After all, it's a big house, and they can even entrust that ungrateful bastard, Forget-Me-Not, to sublet it...

The long-abandoned house had been renovated by the disciples of the Reincarnation Hand. A sign that read "No Visitors" hung on the beautiful wooden door. The windows on all three floors were tightly closed, and blue-purple curtains hung quietly behind them.

The door is unlocked.

"Leaving the door unlocked on one hand, and hanging a 'No Visitors' sign on the other?" Li Lin angrily denounced the irresponsible bastards of the Reconstruction Hands, especially Forget-Me-Not, and decided to give them a good scolding when he got back.

Master Li pushed open the door and entered, then froze, his dead fish eyes widening slightly, his pupils revealing boundless surprise.

He saw a black suitcase on the sofa and heard the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen...

Could it be the Fairy of the Snail?

Overjoyed, Master Li leaped forward like a mad dog, then came to an abrupt stop. Just centimeters in front of him, a nearly transparent thread blocked his way.

As if sensing the movement, the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen stopped, and then the door was pushed open.

A petite girl appeared in front of Li Lin. She had short, bob haircut, a cheap pearl necklace around her neck, and her long black coat was decorated with crested ibis tail feathers.

She raised her hand to greet Li Lin as if they were old friends.

"Have you finished the official commission? I never expected you to have such a big house..." The girl, who looked somewhat familiar, bowed slightly. "Or were you a high and mighty lord in the world when you were awake?"

Li Lin laughed heartily: "Then why don't you hurry up and serve me tea, water, and warm my bed?"

Damn it, I was planning to submit my gambling story to "Silence," but who the hell would have thought that the Key Hunter had been involved with the Exiles all along?

With his belly full of lewd ideas, Li Lin instantly came up with a two-thousand-word erotic story, which would be quite good for padding out a chapter, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

I've been watching it on Mansu for years.

Remembering the bounty poster in "Silence," Li Lin's mind raced, and he asked with interest, "Where's your father?"

The exile was slightly taken aback by the direct question, then shrugged uncomfortably: "Probably still in the Five Cities... or it's hard to say, the roads there are difficult to travel."

"That's all." Master Li, who was always eager to court death, lost interest as soon as he heard that Diefour was still far away. He then plopped down on the sofa and started pointing and gesturing, "What are you doing here?"

The exile's attempt to make conversation caused her to frown slightly. She raised her hand and pressed her hair: "Naturally, it's to seek help, or perhaps our past friendship can't withstand these tests... my esteemed sir?"

Ha! What does your friendship with Abraham have to do with me, Li Lin?

However, Li Lin also knew that those liquidators must have information about him. This was evident from the fact that the exiles came to him immediately. It was likely that the identity of the Key Hunter had already been linked to the exiles.

The feeling of the novel's main plot unfolding slowly is truly tantalizing.

It is well known that Li Lin is not good at using metaphors.

"Okay, okay, I understand." After a perfunctory reply, Li Lin seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up. "Then what kind of help do you need from me?"

This rapid shift in attitude caught the exiles off guard.

The exile pondered for a moment, then smiled and slowly said, "It would be best if we were colleagues... After all, we've worked together for a while, haven't we, sir? Of course, if it's just to provide assistance within this city, I can accept that too."

"As payment, it is reasonable to ask for rare items, ancient coins, or assistance from me."

"To be frank, I need your help in connecting me with the Vienna authorities, sir."

The woman kept calling him "Master," making Li Lin think he had become a wicked feudal landlord.

Since the exile herself had said so, Master Li naturally decided to have her work illegally to earn money for him...

As everyone knows, Si Chen laughs whenever Li Lin thinks.

The exile, sensing that Master Li might be plotting something wicked, suddenly felt a chill and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Of course, he has his own things to do, and he probably won't be able to show up in time for some trivial matters."

Li Lin clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

His plan to have exiles work illegally for him thus fell through.

"This won't work, that won't work, what can you even do?" Li Lin roared in dissatisfaction. "I can't just keep you around for nothing, can I?!"

The exile's upturned lips twitched slightly: So he hadn't seen any of his previous hints?

"By day, the streets are bustling with people; by night, guests flock in. And when the weather is bad, someone always has to do the dirty work." The exile's eyelashes drooped, and the dimples on his cheeks became more pronounced. "Perhaps it's because they've messed with the wrong people, but that's the price. You wouldn't have any pity for those members of the Holy Wounds Society, would you?"

This is practically a showdown; she single-handedly took down an entire cult.

"Hello, is this the Vienna Police Department? I have a vicious murderer here. Okay, that's all. Please hurry."

Li Lin gestured with the number six to his ear, leaned back, and pointed at the exiles across a table.

"You're finished. I'm reporting you to the Vienna authorities right now. You can expect to end up picking up soap in a women's prison."

146 Eating oranges is such a wonderful thing!

After a few jokes, Li Lin's intelligence temporarily returned to its peak, and he began to seriously discuss the hiring matter.

Calling it an employment relationship isn't entirely accurate, because the exile had her own things to do, so Li Lin's relationship with her could only be described as mutually beneficial.

"Vienna holds a special place in the world of mystery, not only because it retains the same name in different records, but also because it is large enough."

The exile said softly, “Big is a good thing. It means it can accommodate enough mystics and superhumans, and the bigwigs can also take root here... Of course, we all know that the bigwigs and the wild dogs don’t get along very well, and someone always has to do the dirty work.”

"Although I don't know if you're still looking for that key, too many trivial matters can be tiresome, can't they, Lord Abraham?"

After his confrontation with Forget-Me-Not, Li Lin already knew that the key was the very thing that led to the Key Hunter's death. He hurriedly issued a three-part clarification in a loud voice: "I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I have no grudge against the key!"

The exile paused, deciding not to delve into what changes had occurred in Li Lin.

Although the original Key Hunter was a bit eccentric as a superhuman who followed the principles of enlightenment, Li Lin's current crazy appearance is not much different from his usual image. It can only be said that he is making more and more progress in the study of the art of invisibility.

"Also, it's about selling some of my belongings." The exile habitually touched his temples and smiled. "I think you should have some connections... or perhaps I should give you an appraisal first?"

She used the term "relics" and made no attempt to conceal that these artifacts came from supernatural beings and mystics who practiced the art of the invisible.