Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Reed was moved when he heard the innkeeper's advertising slogan.

It's a unique piece, and it's something new that he has never heard of. It's exactly what he needs most right now.

As for the somewhat strange name of "Cult Escape" and the boss's frightening description, he didn't care at all.

He just cared about not having to hold back on the new report.

"Big opening promotion, 8% off on tickets, only 16 Hulls per person..."

Before the boss finished speaking, Reed raised his hand high.

"I'm going!"

Anyway, it’s not my own money, so I don’t feel bad at all.

Soon, Reed got on a bullock cart and went to experience it with several other curious tourists.

The ox cart was not fast, and it took more than an hour to walk from Peggy's hotel to the cave.

Fortunately, the pace of life in this era is not fast, and it is common to spend several hours to get to a place.

Reed was in a good mood now that the article was settled. He was bored sitting there, so he started chatting with several other tourists.

Although they said they were chatting, their attention was actually focused on the young girl sitting opposite them.

"My name is Reed, and I'm a reporter for Foren Weekly."

As soon as I introduced myself, I heard several exclamations from the car.

The emotional value is full.

In an era when literacy was a rare skill, being a newspaper reporter was naturally a very glamorous profession.

Reed's face was almost broken with laughter.

"I've been to many places, seen many sights, and encountered many dangers, so don't worry, no matter how exciting or terrifying that cult escape is, I will protect you."

As he said this, he blinked, thinking he was very handsome.

Perhaps it was a skill inherited from his father, the bard, that made him vividly recount to the tourists several "personal adventures" that he had never experienced.

The pretty girl opposite was so amused that she smiled so much that she didn't want to get off the bus when we arrived at our destination.

He still has a lot of charm left to show.

After reluctantly jumping off the bullock cart, Reed witnessed the legendary cult's escape.

It doesn't look very impressive.

A cave that looks nothing special from the outside.

The person in charge of selling tickets at the cave entrance didn't look like an outworker. He was wearing the robe of the Spellcaster Association. There were things on the table that looked like test papers. It looked like he had done many of them. Next to the papers was a thick stack of draft paper with dense writing on it.

What is even more inconsistent with the name of this project is that there is a priest of the Holy See of Light next to the ticket office, and next to him is a statue representing holy light.

Isn't this a cult-themed tourism project?

"Please purchase tickets in an orderly manner. Tourists under the age of sixteen or senior professionals are not allowed to experience it." Jia Xiu said.

Reed asked, "I understand not allowing children to play, but why not allow senior professionals to play?"

"We were afraid that the senior professionals would be frightened and react instinctively, harming the staff or even collapsing the entire cave."

Jia Xiu didn't care too much about hurting the staff. He was mainly afraid of the latter, and was also afraid that someone who was too knowledgeable would come and recognize that the altar of the god of fraud and curse inside was the real thing.

He continued, "If you carry any weapons, please temporarily store them outside the cave. With the priests of the Church of Light as witnesses, your weapons will not be stolen."

There are quite a lot of rules in small places.

Reed handed over the dagger he was carrying. These days, it is impossible to go out without a weapon for self-defense.

Other tourists also handed over various weapons.

Then Jia Xiu handed the cane with the light magic to the tourists for lighting.

"Have a good time."

Jia Xiu gave his sincere blessings.

Reed, who had previously said he would "protect you," walked in front very confidently.

It's just a tourist project, what's so scary about it?

When everyone entered the cave, the felt cloth at the entrance suddenly fell down, blocking the sunlight.

Darkness surged in like a tide, and the lighting magic on the staff was very weak, only illuminating a small distance in front of it.

Reed regretted it.

I regretted making such a boast while in the car.

There were murmurs all around, like the mumbling of someone completely bewitched by the evil spirit, sticky and weird.

A few green candle flames could be seen in the darkness, illuminating the bloody hexagram and the pale broken bones.

He was scared.

In fact, he was not as brave as he boasted, and he had never taken any risks.

Now standing in this cave, I dare not move forward.

In the tense moment, I vaguely saw a black shadow flashing in the green light.

"Oops, it's moving. I don't want to play anymore!"

There was already a cry in his voice.

"It's just a piece of cloth."

Among the tourists, the bravest one was the girl. She walked straight towards the fire without any fear.

"Hey! I found a book that says if you want to escape, you must complete a ritual..."

……

In the following main mission, Reed cannot be said to be completely useless, but it can also be said that he is of no use at all.

I did not participate in the task of finding ritual props throughout the process.

He hid and trembled in front of the ritual altar that he had discovered earlier.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the altar was real. If this was also a prop, then this tourist attraction was too serious.

Now all other players scatter to find the ritual items.

He was the only one standing in front of the gloomy altar.

Terrified, weak, and helpless.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the distance.

It's other players.

They ran very fast, holding something that looked like a dried heart in their hands.

"Hurry up and pray to complete the ritual, they're about to catch up!"

"What's catching up?"

Before Reed could react, a pale, most vulgar face he had ever seen in his life hung upside down and stopped in front of him, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"what--"

……

When Reed woke up again, he saw the pastor's kind and bright face.

This was the most exciting time he had ever seen a pastor in his life.

"May the Light banish your fear."

Reed quickly stood up and prayed to the Holy Light, extremely pious.

The girl who was traveling with me was still complaining: "If it weren't for dragging him out, it would have been much smoother. It's so funny. Boss, where did you find these cult actors? They look just like the real thing..."

Reid knew his approach had completely failed, but that didn't matter now.

It feels a little moist.

Is it sweat?

It turned out to be urine!

I wanted to cover it up, but then I thought everyone must have seen it, so I gave up.

Now he could think of only one thing.

Not only do you have to write an article, you have to write a good article.

Otherwise I'd be sorry for giving you such a scare.

"Boss, who's the boss? I'm a reporter for Foren Weekly. I'd like to do an interview for publicity..."

Chapter 12: Great Travel Project, Love from Larven

"Here, this is yours, this is yours..."

At the end of the first day of work, the boss Jia Xiu generously distributed money to his employees.

The "leading actor" Jack has already received the money and left first. He still has the task of studying magic.

Pastor Carl also left first as the church still needed him.

Therefore, only the cultists were present.

On the first day, we received three waves of tourists, totaling 16 people, which was a good start.

The income was 2 kronor 56 herre, and after deducting Jack's share and Peggy's share, Jia Xiu did not keep any of it and gave it all to the cultists to motivate them to work harder.

"Senior, won't you keep some for yourself?"

"I don't need any of this. My only wish is to complete our great ceremony!"

There seemed to be a halo behind Jia Xiu when he said this.

"senior……"