Despite that, the investigation must go on; we can't relax or overlook any detail.

Everyone involved will be thoroughly questioned and even searched.

With the official manpower of Serlandir, it's certainly not enough for this workload, so many related tasks were quickly issued.

Soon after the tasks were released, many people were recruited to help complete these investigation tasks.

Herag also participated in these follow-up investigation tasks, and with his methods, he could naturally find some information relatively easily.

The investigation is tedious and troublesome. Often, you can't find an Abyssal Cultist even after spending much time.

The other party might have just bought the wooden sculpture and left it on the attic to collect dust, completely forgetting about it and not being influenced at all.

Yet, you still need to spend time and effort to check the purchase time, place, and through whose hands it passed, and so on, all clearly.

You can't act rashly because you don't know if the other party is an Abyssal Cultist.

Only when you have enough evidence can you use special means to interrogate; otherwise, you're infringing on the rights of Silver Moon City's lawful residents.

Herag, unlike others, can clearly perceive the Abyssal Aura on an Abyssal Cultist if he's within a certain distance.

If it's already determined that the other party is an Abyssal Cultist, the investigation becomes much easier; you just need to find the evidence.

Actually, Herag didn't have high hopes for the subsequent investigation; he had already gained many Contribution Points from this operation.

Two hundred sixty points of Contribution Points; this figure is enough to make many members of Serlandir drool.

This time Herag followed the clue and uncovered so much; indeed, he made a great contribution.

In the eyes of others, it was just luck; a beggar happened to come to his door and gave him a wooden sculpture.

Other members of Serlandir dream of encountering such things, believing that anyone who did would be able to find out subsequent matters—it just depends on luck.

Pries reclined in his chair, took a sip of hot coffee, and sighed.

He also felt a bit tired, having not slept for three days and nights.

Although he could still endure it and his Spirit was still full, he felt mentally exhausted.

Too many things to worry about, and it was foreseeable that it would be hard to live peacefully in the foreseeable future.

Pries said to Herag, "This time you were quite lucky, and you handled it beautifully, giving us the chance to find out so much. I can't even imagine what the consequences would be if it took a few more years to discover this Max."

"As a member of Serlandir, it's natural to share the burdens of the organization," Herag said with a smile.

Pries waved his hand and said, "No need for such courtesy in front of me. Here are some materials on Max and Luqi; take a look. We should be able to find out more things later; make sure to seize the opportunity to earn more Contribution Points."

Herag smiled, took the materials, and began to review them.

The documents detailed all the information currently found about Max and Luqi.

There's nothing special about Luqi, born in an ordinary family, without any Wizard talent, seeming like a very ordinary person.

Max is somewhat special; he is from the Mozambique Slums.

Max seemed to have Wizard talent from a young age. He self-taught magic in the Mozambique Slums and quickly entered a small Wizard Academy nearby.

This type of Wizard Academy was established by Serlandir to teach kids with Wizard talent who lacked background, free of charge.

Most in these were not very talented, and after graduation, unable to enter Serlandir, they would be recruited and cultivated by various other forces.

Like Max, he initially joined a merchant guild, serving as an escort Wizard of a caravan in the guild.

Max worked in there for thirty-odd years before he left the guild and used the money saved over the years to settle down in Silver Moon City.

Five years ago, Max opened a wooden sculpture shop in the Kawat Commercial District.

Business was initially slow, but gradually improved due to his exquisite craftsmanship.

The presence of Abyssal Demons in the wooden sculptures started two years ago.

Two years ago, no one knew what had happened to Max, nor why he would become an Abyssal Cultist.

For related memories have already been cut off; no one knew.

Herag naturally also saw that there was a hidden secret behind this Max, but there was no way to investigate it at the moment.

Growing up in the Mozambique Slums, then entering a Wizard Academy to study, and after graduating, working in the merchant guild for over thirty years.

The entire growth process seems simple, but it's actually very complicated to investigate.

Because the guild work period for Max was so long, he likely encountered the Evil God of the Abyss Plane during this period, thus becoming an Abyssal Cultist.

The merchant guild's footprints were all over the Land of Dawn, which was very difficult to trace clearly. It was impossible to know when Max became an Abyssal Cultist, making finding out the secret behind him even more challenging.

Herag silently noted down all the information about Max and Luqi, then began to pick up the thick pile of documents next to him, preparing to start the investigation tasks.

This stack of documents contained collected information about individuals who had ever bought wooden sculptures from Max, though much of it was hearsay and needed Herag to verify.

The stack in Herag's hand was the tasks distributed to him; everyone had such a thick stack.

As to how many Abyssal Cultists could be identified from it, it depended on each person's luck and skill.

Even with Shenlan in hand, Herag could not determine whether the person on the text was an Abyssal Cultist, only to check one by one.

The only advantage was that his inspection time for each person would be short, as he just needed to take a close look.

Herag sighed, glanced at the personnel information on the first piece of document, and went out.

...

Mozambique Slums.

Franz lay on the bench in the courtyard as usual, with his eyes closed, basking in the sun.

Covered by a blanket, the whole person bathed in the soft sunlight, sleeping quietly, breathing steadily and powerfully.

Flowers, grass, and trees were planted in the courtyard, looking serene and beautiful under the sun.

However, this tranquility didn't last long. A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Franz heard the noise and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the young man at the gate, and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Brown quickly came to Franz's side and whispered, "Max has been captured by the people from Serlandir."

His face was somewhat anxious. If Max's arrest led the investigation here, it would be troublesome.

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