Old John's body trembled as he looked at Mike with a hint of fear in his eyes.

He believed that the human adventurer in front of him was not joking at all.

If he refused to reveal the information he knew, the man in front of him would definitely send him to God without hesitation.

His strong desire to survive made him speak subconsciously.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know. Please don't hurt me!"

Mike nodded in satisfaction, motioning for Old John to answer his question.

Old John took a deep breath and said with a dim gaze,

"Actually, I was just an ordinary tavern owner, and my life was pretty decent.

"My wife was sick last month, and I ran out of ways to treat her..."

He stopped speaking at this point.

There was no other reason. It was because the tip of the umbrella that was pressed against his neck was slightly pushed forward.

A drop of blood slid down from the wound on his throat.

Mike said coldly,

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in these things. Answer my question directly."

Looking at Mike's cold eyes, Old John's throat was a little dry. His Adam's apple moved slightly as a mouthful of saliva was swallowed. Then, he gave a few short answers.

"We're from the Shadow Brotherhood.

"The higher-ups asked us to assassinate this elven woman.

"I don't know who our higher-ups are either. I only know that his name is Dark Night."

This time, Mike did not give an immediate response. He tried hard to search through his memory to see if there were any similar keywords.

Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, he still could not think of any information related to Dark Night or the Shadow Brotherhood.

Obviously, this organization was very well hidden.

From their way of doing things, it could be seen that aside from their targets, they would also kill witnesses or any obstructions.

To confirm this, Mike continued to ask,

"What do you mean by the rules that the Dwarf killer mentioned before?"

Old John dared not hesitate and immediately answered, "We will try our best to kill in a deserted place, but if there are people nearby, we will kill them altogether."

Mike nodded. This made sense.

Old John wanted to let go of the little tree spirit Stone for emotional reasons, but this was in conflict with the rules of the organization. That was why the Dwarf killer said that.

Mike asked one last question.

"Where is your organization's base of operations?"

"There is no base of operations. I was only informed of every operation."

Mike frowned slightly because this information was very vague.

The answer given by Od John did not mean that the organization had no base of operations.

On the contrary, his answer made Mike think that the organization had a base of operations, but the requirements to enter the base of operations were very strict.

Old John should have joined the organization for a month, but he still had not been to the base of operations.

In other words, it was very difficult for Mike to sneak into the organization.

He had no choice but to give up the idea.

"Alright, you can go back."

After saying this, Mike turned around and left.

Old John was slightly stunned. He had never thought that this man would actually be willing to let him go.

He was even mentally prepared to be killed. He answered all these questions merely hoping for some luck.

However, a miracle happened.

Tears flowed out of the corners of Old John's eyes.

He still had his life, his family, and his children.

It was great that he could survive.

However, a female voice suddenly appeared.

"No, you can't let him leave here alive. He wanted to kill us just now!"

Lilia could not understand Mike's actions at all and strongly objected.

Mike turned around and looked at Lilia. He asked calmly,

"Who's in charge here?"

Lilia was slightly stunned. Then, she gritted her teeth and said helplessly,

"You're in charge!"

"Very good." Mike nodded and continued to ask, "Did he make a move?"

Lilia was stunned again. After a moment of silence, she answered, "He didn't make a move."

"Very good." Mike asked again, "Do you think he's a bad person?"

This time, Lilia was completely stunned.

She turned her head to look at the long-bearded Dwarf who had tears streaming down his face.

From what she had heard before, Lilia could tell that this Dwarf was a passionate tavern owner.

However now, Lilia could perfectly combine that image with the Dwarf in front of her.

At this time, Lilia realized that this seemed acceptable.

The Dwarf in front of her was just a helpless and pitiful person.

Old John looked at Lilia in pain. He hoped that Lilia would let him go.

If it wasn't for life, if it wasn't for treating his wife's illness, why would he join such an organization?

Everything was just fate playing tricks on people.

After a long time, Lilia sighed and turned around as well. With her back facing old John, she said softly,

"You can go. Don't let me see you again."

Hearing this, tears welled up in Old John's eyes again.

He knelt on the ground, lowered his head deeply, and said with a choked voice,

"Thank you very much."

Then, he glanced at the little tree spirit beside Mike, but in the end, he did not say anything. He turned around and left step by step.

He felt that he did not have the face to invite the little tree spirit to his tavern for a drink.

A gust of wind blew past, and Old John's back looked a little desolate.

As he was walking, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Kind tavern owner, you'll still need to treat me to a drink next time!"

The little tree spirit Stone happily waved its hand on Mike's shoulder.

Old John's shoulder slightly trembled, and his footsteps stopped.

He had never thought that the little tree spirit would forgive him and was even be willing to visit his tavern.

Old John could not remember how many times he had cried today, and tears flowed out again, uncontrollably.

"Let's go," Mike said softly, and then he continued to walk in the direction of Malt City.

The little tree spirit jumped on Mike's shoulder happily, and Lilia, who was next to him, also followed.

Only Old John remained standing where he was, and tears kept flowing down his face.

He hoped that he could be a good person again in the future. If he could...

...

Malt City.

A golden city.

Golden did not refer to the buildings in the city, but the land around the city.

Because this was a wine-making city, wheat was planted everywhere. Whenever the wind blew, the wheat fields here would set off waves of wheat and it looked very soothing.

However, in a certain building of such a city, there were people engaged in a tense meeting.

"Did you hear? The members of the cult in Furnace City were all killed.

"These people all died at the hands of the same person.

"God Slayer!"