"That thing always appears around the time Miss Mansfield comes..."

While the old goblin was talking, he still hunched over and looked around, as if he was afraid that there was something dirty around him.

"This thing is weirder than the brain-eating demons and undead underground, but don't worry, I have found a friend in the past two days, and he said he would bring a priest to help disperse this thing.

The mechanical police officers had not found traces of that thing here before, and no one was injured.

But if you feel in danger...I can cancel the lease. After all, this is an emergency and I didn't say anything about it when we negotiated the contract..."

"That's not necessary."

The rent of the house here is paid by an intermediary for Ken. What's more, if the anchor with Miss Kailin fails, he will not stay in Restoration City.

However, after listening to the old goblin's description, Ken had a vague guess, and he asked cautiously:

"Speaking of which, shortly after meeting that sneaky guy, did Ms. Timothy feel sweaty, dizzy, or even vomiting all over her body? She is also prone to nightmares at night."

"Oh, that's right! Us old guys have been having nightmares recently! Mr. Ken, do you know anything about this sneaky guy?"

The old goblin's eyes seemed to light up.

Ken nodded kindly.

"Well, it's a kind of perfume. I once studied it when I was in college. This kind of perfume can easily cause illusions.

But Mrs. Timothy should be careful, if I come across it, I will report it to the police."

Ken rubbed the handle of his umbrella with his fingers, trying to look like an enthusiastic citizen.

"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Servais, you are really an enthusiastic scholar." A friendly smile appeared on the old goblin's wrinkled face.

"By the way, do you want to eat some candy? My great-great-great-grandson likes candy. I always prepare some at home, but he hasn't been here for a long time. I can't eat candy at this old age. You can come and get some at any time..."

After listening to the old landlady's nagging and bidding farewell to the landlady, Ken's face became serious.

There are many ways to accomplish this kind of illogical event. The old goblin's mental power has not reached extraordinary levels and he can easily be misled and manipulated.

But the kind of feeling Ken mentioned not only means that people's endocrine and rationality are chaotic at the same time, but also includes nightmares and fear for a long time. This kind of situation usually only happens once. She was once very close to "contamination" and was exposed to radiation!

Only evil gods can do this kind of thing.

In other words, evil gods and cultists, and their remnants.

These things that are called evil because of their distortion of reality can hardly survive on the land protected by the Mother Goddess of Humanity. The power of the Holy Saints is spread across various cities. As long as it is confirmed that it is them, within the next day, thousands of Holy Saints will

The knights squat at your door like the Crusades.

Because of this, the Servais and Mansfield families are located on the border, where the cultists are most rampant.

I didn't expect to meet these guys in Restoration City, one of the hinterlands of mankind.

We have to deal with this guy before he lures out the clergy. He doesn't want to be noticed by the Holy Knights... and Kailin is also being watched by this guy.

When he walked out of the apartment, the sky in Restoration City was rarely clear. Under the dazzling afternoon sunshine, he saw the sweaty handprints left on the railings by Mr. Henry Obadiah, whom he had met before.

It must be inconvenient to go downstairs with that kind of body shape.

As he walked towards the street, Ken turned his head with something in mind. From the window on the third floor of the apartment, a white figure stood there, with silver-gray pupils looking right at him.

He took off his hat and greeted politely.

Then he flagged down a taxi and drove towards the dessert shop he remembered.

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The working system of Restoration City is two days off per week, because this city belongs to three major countries in a sense.

Ken carried a bag of desserts and walked through the busy traffic. After he traveled through time, every time he came to a place, he would habitually wander around his residence to familiarize himself with the terrain.

After leaving the academy, he could really relax by wandering around without the stalker senior sister watching him. The city was more open than he imagined, and he could even meet the long-legged elder sister of the elves in the dessert shop.

According to calculations, today is a holiday, but the agency introduced that Kailin works in the library while attending college, so this time on Sunday evening is when she gets off work.

If you go there at this time, you might just be able to bump into that sneaky person.

Arriving at the door of the apartment, his keen spiritual sense still did not feel the distortion that was constantly radiating outside, but there were new sweat stains on the railings of the apartment, and it seemed that Mr. Obadiah, who was quite thick, was back.

Entering the apartment, just as he thought, Henry Obadiah was walking down the second floor with laborious steps, his sweaty hands leaving sweat stains on the stairs.

"Mr. Obadiah, are you going out again? I just moved here today and haven't found a job yet. I have plenty of time. If you don't mind, I can help you."

Ken took the lead and approached the man's huge body. The man still seemed to be struggling to move.

When the fat man saw Ken, a flattering expression appeared on his honest face, and then he shook his head.

"Master Servais, I didn't expect you to move here. Is it the one on the third floor... I just heard that there is a new resident, but I didn't expect it to be you.

The doctor told me that I should get enough exercise every day, so I should go out for a walk, nothing important.

I live in the first house on the left on the fourth floor, and I am also an old resident. If you have any questions, you can ask me, I still know something."

"That's it, then I won't disturb you. You can go first." Ken stepped back a few steps to make way for the fat man to pass.

"Thank you very much, respected Master Servais."

The fat man thanked him and walked down the stairs step by step.

Ken glanced at the man's sweaty hands.

His eyes suddenly became sharp.

Henry Obadiah claimed to live on the fourth floor.

When Ken packed his things and went out today, the sweat stains on the railings in the sun outside the door had not disappeared, but when he went upstairs for the first time, the stairs from the first floor to the third floor were clean.

This means that the man was wandering on the first floor and had never been upstairs.

The landlady was a kind-hearted mother-in-law. Old people with inconvenient legs and feet lived on the first floor, but this overweight man claimed to live on the fourth floor.

Ken lowered his head and looked at the cake in his hand, thoughtfully.

The fat man walked past Ken, panting, and turned around to thank the kind scholar.

But he saw that the scholar didn't know when he was close to his face.

The palms that were several times slender than his own were placed lightly on his face.
Chapter completed!