CHAPTER 455: CHAPTER 194: THE WILL OF THE EVIL GOD DESCENDS_3

"Just working as maids, it’s nothing serious," said a gentle woman who looked under twenty.

Evidently, she had also worked as a servant in a noble’s home before another area fell.

"You should be grateful; you’re still reasonably pretty. Otherwise you would have ended up starving like your relatives.

Be thankful for the young master giving you this opportunity."

A male servant of the noble addressed them.

He brought the group of young girls into an estate and had them wash and change into clean clothes.

Behind this group.

A group of Night Watchers dressed as ordinary residents scattered around, following.

"They’ve entered." The captain of the Night Watcher squad said.

In this noble district, their presence would be too conspicuous if they lingered around.

Seizing the right moment, they stealthily rushed into the noble’s garden, fading from view.

In a luxurious room.

The nobleman held a beautiful maiden, staring at the mirror in front of him.

In the mirror, what was displayed was not a reflection.

But another scene.

The scene was of a spacious bathhouse, where the same group of newly arrived girls were visible.

These girls laughed and splashed in the bath, finally washing away the oppression of recent times with the long-missed warmth of the water.

"Tsk."

The nobleman shook his head.

"Too frail, no grace."

"Sir, do I have grace?" The girl in his arms looked up, asking coyly.

"I used to be as pitiable as them."

The nobleman smiled at her and said, "Of course, you have more grace."

"Sir, you’re so kind." The charming maiden smiled, flicking out a serpentine tongue to lick the noble’s cheek.

"It’s all thanks to my god."

"Praise." The girl’s eyes displayed a zealous belief.

"Forget it, they’re all sacrifices, not worth worrying about."

The noble waved his hand, and the image in the mirror vanished.

Outside.

The Night Watchers were already hiding around the windows, revealing most of the building through various angles of observation.

The captain touched a cylindrical gemstone at his waist, which was emitting a faint glow.

He refocused, looking at the map on the panel.

"All red dots?"

He had been observing the map, while his teammates roamed around outside, mapping the entire area through windows.

Not a single white dot.

Everyone inside the estate was a cultist.

"Well, perfect for leaving none alive," said a teammate beside him.

"I’ve long had enough of these damned nobles, and they’re cultists too."

The captain nodded.

Since they’re all cultists, there’s no need to say more.

Exterminate them all.

Clearly, these cultists hadn’t begun their sacrifices yet.

The Night Watchers needed to find a better moment to stage this slaughter as the work of the cultists, or perhaps their inner strife.

Time passed, the sun set, dusk arrived.

Night fell.

"They’re gathering," a Night Watcher signaled.

The team communicated this information through their channel, and the Night Watchers began moving like specters under the cover of night.

Operating from outside the windows, lightly jumping from the poles outside the doors and windows.

Soon, they moved in sync with the gathering red dots, entering the interior of the estate.

The refugee girls had already donned modest new clothes.

Though the clothes were modest, they still accentuated the fact that these girls were among the more attractive among the refugees.

But their thin frames made them appear somewhat weak.

Wearing simple lightweight attire, they followed behind the butler.

"Soon, you will serve the greatness with your lives."

The butler spoke.

The girls behind simply thought the butler’s words were exaggerated and did not truly consider the matter of the Evil God.

He led them all the way to a hidden staircase leading downward.

At night, the candlelight inside couldn’t penetrate the darkness below the stairs.

The group of girls stared into the darkness below, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"Do...do we have to go down there?" one of the girls asked fearfully, leaning against the girl beside her for comfort.

The butler stood at the stairway entrance, turning his head to look at them, conveying a meaning beyond words.

On either side of the stairs, two soldiers in light armor holding weapons seemed to stand guard.

The older girl reassured them, "It’s okay, maybe we’re just going down to get some tools?"

She smiled in comfort, which seemed to lighten the mood somewhat.

"Let’s go then."

The butler led them, stepping down into the darkness below.