And Doron actually only got exposed because he happened to run into Herag.

Otherwise, it would have been difficult for anyone to notice that Wendy had become Doron's slave.

Doron just failed; there must be many who succeeded.

It's just that these things happened in various corners of the Land of Dawn, unnoticed by anyone.

Herag thought about it and felt he could start from the Abyssal Cultist.

Others find it hard to detect the Abyssal Cultist, but he can.

To Herag, the aura of the Abyss Plane on the Abyssal Cultist is too intense.

Once you get close, it's hard not to notice.

Herag is very confident; as long as an Abyssal Cultist dares to appear before him, he can immediately identify them.

Since the tasks related to the Abyssal Cultist have high contribution points, he could definitely earn more contribution points through them.

The only problem is that he has to obtain evidence.

The aura of the Abyss Plane can only be sensed by him, and others can't feel it.

Even if he encounters an Abyssal Cultist, he must gather enough evidence to prove they are a cultist.

This step is the hardest and most crucial. Herag not only needs to gather evidence but also needs to consider his approach.

Herag lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling, held the sleeping Reese, and pondered his next plan.

...

Parasol Street is a famous street on the east side of Silver Moon City, with many residential areas and bustling commercial districts nearby.

This isn't considered a wealthy district, and the composition of the residents is quite diverse.

There are both rich people and those with average family conditions.

Simply stated, it's a relatively civilian area.

Herag wandered aimlessly along the street.

Since deciding to earn contribution points through the Abyssal Cultists, Herag began looking for clues related to them.

Checked the tavern forum, but there were hardly any valuable clues or methods to find the Abyssal Cultist.

Herag originally wanted to see which places had frequent Abyssal Cultist appearances, but found there was no pattern at all.

Slums, civilian areas, wealthy districts have all had incidents involving Abyssal Cultists, with no pattern whatsoever.

It stands to reason; whether rich or poor, everyone has unfulfilled desires.

As long as there is desire, once they touch the evil god of the Abyss Plane, it's hard to resist the temptation.

In this regard, everyone is the same, all can be swayed by the Abyss Plane's evil god and become an Abyssal Cultist.

Due to the lack of patterns, Herag didn't know where to start, so he decided to stroll around.

Since there's plenty of time, he planned to conduct a thorough search, starting from the east side of Silver Moon City, wandering all the way to the west.

Along the way, he didn't take a carriage, only using one to go home every day.

Herag walked along Parasol Street, observing the crowds coming and going.

After glancing at the passing crowd, he retracted his gaze.

There were no Abyssal Cultists among these people.

Herag only needs to sense up close to know if someone is an Abyssal Cultist.

After several days, he hadn't encountered a single Abyssal Cultist.

So far, it seems that the number of Abyssal Cultists is relatively small, at least in the southeastern districts.

Since he can't go into people's homes, he could only roam the streets or taverns, hence inevitably missing some.

But there's no helping it; Herag can't possibly catch all the Abyssal Cultists in Silver Moon City.

"Parasol Tavern..." Herag glanced at the tavern's name beside him, thought for a moment, and walked in.

It was morning, and the tavern was nearly empty.

The drunken who enjoy drinking weren't awake yet, and many people still had work, so they wouldn't drink at this hour.

Herag found a table by the window and ordered a Butter Beer.

They didn't have Fire Dragon Whiskey here, or Herag would have ordered that.

Having tried it before, it really was quite good, but unfortunately, other taverns didn't have it.

With so few people at this hour, there were only two servers in the tavern.

The server who brought Herag's beer had dark circles under his eyes and was yawning, seemingly having worked a night shift without resting.

After delivering Herag's Butter Beer, he slumped over the counter and fell asleep.

Herag took a few sips of Butter Beer, observing the tavern's patrons, but found nothing unusual.

He glanced at the people passing by outside the window, finding nothing suspicious either.

Herag planned to finish his Butter Beer and carry on, exploring other places.

If he finds nothing in the coming days, he'll have to challenge his own plan, as he can't keep wasting time endlessly.

Just as Herag was about to finish his Butter Beer, a ragged beggar walked in.

The beggar peeked his head in, quickly surveyed the tavern, and saw Herag sitting there drinking.

Herag noticed the beggar too but didn't initially pay attention.

Encountering a beggar here was quite normal, as it wasn't a wealthy district, and no one would drive these beggars away.

You frequently see beggars on the streets here, and Herag was used to it.

After seeing Herag, the beggar noticed the server asleep at the counter and quietly slipped inside, walking towards Herag.

Herag was attentive to his movements, quickly scanning and analyzing the beggar's condition.

Just an ordinary person.

Even though the beggar was just an ordinary person, Herag was ready for combat.

One must never let their guard down—any suspicious action from the beggar and he would perish in an instant.

Still, outwardly, Herag remained composed, curious to see what the beggar intended.

Typically, taverns wouldn't let beggars in and would drive them out with sticks.

But there were few servers at this time; one was asleep at the counter, and the other busy preparing drinks in the back, giving the beggar a chance to sneak in.

This beggar was a man with a face full of a big beard, appearing to be in his forties or fifties, with an especially large belly, clearly unhealthy—likely with some ailment.

He looked at Herag without speaking, just reached into his clothing to feel around.

After a while, he took out a cloth bundle.

The cloth seemed to wrap something, and the beggar carefully unfolded it, revealing the object inside.

It was a wooden sculpture, depicting a creature with a snake's head and a human's body.

The beggar placed the wooden sculpture in front of Herag, smiled, nodded, and turned to leave.

"Hey! What are you doing! Get out!" A server holding a tray of drinks came out, and upon seeing the beggar, shouted angrily.

He quickly set down the tray, grabbed a small stool beside him, and charged forward.

The beggar saw the situation was bad and fled swiftly.

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