After guiding the three souls to salvation, Silas sat on the bed and sorted through the information he had just obtained.
"It can now be seen that there is no such thing as a werewolf plague. All the people were turned into werewolves after being injected with a potion."
"Also, after they transformed into werewolves, a syringe of blood was drawn from them, called the aura of death. Considering the previous aura of the God of Death, these two are either the same thing or there is some relationship between them."
"There are two possibilities for attacking the imperial palace: one is that there is something special in the imperial palace, and the other is to capture Vanas."
"Finally, let the child be born…"
After organizing all the information, Silas already had a rough idea in his mind.
"The people of Guinness should all possess the aura of death in their bodies, but this aura cannot be extracted under normal circumstances. However, by turning them into werewolves and performing a conceptual substitution, this aura can be refined. Gather enough aura of death, finally rush into the imperial palace, and through some methods, let something descend in the form of an infant."
"This infant, unsurprisingly, will be an extremely troublesome thing," Silas thought as he walked out of the tent.
Just as he walked out of the tent, he happened to encounter two middle-aged men passing by.
The moment Silas looked up at the middle-aged man opposite him, fear and panic immediately appeared on his face. He hurriedly lowered the brim of his hat and quickly left sideways.
And the middle-aged man opposite, seeing this, had eyes full of doubt, shock, and disbelief.
This person was naturally Silas's former teacher, John Ross.
At this moment, he turned his head, following Silas's figure, and stared in the direction Silas had left, unable to regain his senses.
"John, you know him!?" The slightly plump middle-aged man beside him frowned, his small eyes amidst the fat showing a hint of confusion.
John then regained his senses, quickly composed himself, and returned to calmness.
First, he nodded slightly at the middle-aged man, then stared at Silas's back with a somewhat cold expression. "He was one of my apprentices back in the Bellandt Empire. However, I remember he was already dead at that time, personally thrown by me into the wilderness."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a cold light upon hearing this. "Since he has appeared here, it means he is a person of the royal family. If he knows you, it could spoil things."
John nodded slightly, clenching the staff in his hand. "We can't let him be."
"It can be seen that he is very afraid of you and should still have a very strong fear of you in his heart. In that case, let's chase after him and deal with him," the middle-aged man said casually.
John agreed. "But we can't kill him. Let's capture him first. I want to study how he survived. I checked very carefully at that time; he was definitely dead!"
Afterward, the two left this place and, from a distance, quickly followed Silas.
Silas, ahead, saw the two people tailing him, and a wicked sneer appeared on his lips.
"John's status is similar to Pete's. Even if he's captured and interrogated, we won't get any useful information. In that case, let's cast a long line to catch a big fish."
Silas thought, and after crossing an intersection, he quickly turned and walked into a small alley. Then, the bell sound in his mind spread out.
A precise radar with a radius of twenty meters accurately presented all the surrounding buildings and passages in Silas's mind.
Silas nimbly ran along the complex and winding alleyways, simultaneously sensing something through the bell sound.
After advancing for about five minutes, Silas seemed to sense something, and a slight smile curled his lips. "Preparations complete."
Then, with a turn, Silas walked into a dead-end alley full of rubble and broken tiles.
He stood there waiting for a full three minutes before John and the other man finally caught up.
After hearing footsteps, Silas turned with a flustered expression, about to walk out, but once again happened to bump into John and the other man, who were panting slightly.
Instantly, Silas took a few steps back in panic, his face pale, and said flusteredly, "Teacher! Teacher, don't kill me! I don't know anything!"
This expression, tone, and movement were incredibly vivid and lifelike, as if he had once again returned to the ordinary person he was half a year ago, who was scared every day and knew nothing.
Seeing Silas like this, a sneer appeared on John's lips. "Silas, it's been almost half a year. How come you, who faked death and escaped from me, haven't made any progress?"
Silas kept retreating, pressed against the wall, speechless.
"The power of our Death Cult is beyond your imagination, my ignorant student. Did you think you could escape our control just by fleeing the northeastern province?" John looked smug and superior at this moment.
Just now on the road, based on Silas's appearance and demeanor, he had made up in his own mind Silas's state over the past few months.
After faking death and escaping, he feared the Death Cult's power in Bayne City. Daring not to continue living there, he fled to the Kingdom of Guinness to hide, but today he accidentally ran into him.
At this moment, John thought Silas knew nothing and, in just a few words, described the Death Cult as a behemoth whose sphere of influence covered the entire northeastern province and the Kingdom of Guinness.
The middle-aged man beside him glanced at John, a sneer flashing across his face.
"If not for relying on our research institute, your Death Cult would have already collapsed!" the middle-aged man thought.
He knew John was trying to scare Silas, but seeing John's arrogant expression, as if it were true, he only felt deep sarcasm.
At this moment, Silas spoke in a panicked tone, his expression terrified. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't know anything; I just want to live peacefully. Teacher, I pose no threat to you; I'm just a messenger running errands."
At this moment, Silas's tone was weak, his voice tinged with a sob, as if he were about to cry.
"I'm a damn genius at acting!" Silas never skimped on praising himself.
John, with an air of confidence, clasped his hands behind his back and slowly approached.
Recently, working with that group of lunatics on research, he had felt extremely repressed and heavy-hearted.
Today, he finally had a chance to show off and vent a little.
"Hurry up, we still have other things to do," the fat middle-aged man urged ruthlessly at this moment.
John looked at Silas, who looked like he had wet his pants in fear. His vanity was somewhat satisfied. He casually took out a white handkerchief and moved forward to cover Silas's mouth.
"Don't worry, you are teacher's good student. How could teacher kill you? Be good and come with teacher. Teacher will let you see the real mystical world," John said in a low voice with a sinister smile on his face.
Silas's hands began to wave, and his body struggled desperately. "No! I don't want to! Don't come near me!"
That fear, that cowardice and helplessness were displayed to the fullest.
Just at this critical moment, with a bang, half of the wall behind Silas suddenly collapsed.
Then, a knight in silver-grey armor, carrying a greatsword on his shoulder, stepped over the ruins and walked over, shouting loudly, "Wherever there is evil, there is the Radiant Holy Sword Wielder!"