Fine.

Both Erwen and Yazmin could barely hide their disappointment. “Mr. Andres, do you mean if this solution doesn't work on the trine worms, we won't be able to exterminate them completely?”

Andres nodded. “Yes. Besides, so what if it does work on the trine worm? We can wipe out the trine worms in this village, but the culprit can still head to the next village to spread the trine worms. If we fail to arrest the culprit, we won't be able to get rid of them once and for all.”

Erwen and Yazmin were stumped.

Taking a deep breath, Andres added, “Our last hope lies on Mr. Williams. I hope he can help us catch the culprit and get rid of the trine worms completely.”

When he mentioned Zeke, Erwen and Yazmin blanched slightly.

Indeed, he was the only person who could solve their problem.

Where are you, Mr. Williams? We've looked around for you, but you remain nowhere to be seen. D*mn it, why is this world so huge?

As they were focused on grinding the herbs, they didn't notice a pair of shifty eyes observing them from some distance away.

The owner of the pair of eyes was a lecherous old man dressed in a black robe that lent him a menacing look.

His lips curved into a smug grin. “Ha! Do you want to kill my trine worms? Dream on! Since the young ladies are pretty, I shall spare their lives. Of course, they won't escape punishment.” He laughed out loud arrogantly.

























































This was none other than the owner of the trine worms, Cesar Muraco of Dullioud!

Within several seconds, a hasty plan was put together in his devious mind.

He sneaked past Erwen and the other two before running all the way to Durbaine.

There, he flipped his black robe over, and it turned into a priest's robe.

He then fished out a cane and put on a hat to complete his disguise.

May God bless you!

With a pleasant smile playing on his lips, he walked into the village.

Durbaine was completely isolated from the outside world and rarely had guests. As a priest had appeared out of nowhere, the villagers gathered and gossiped curiously.

“This is strange. Why did this old monk come to our remote village?”

“Shut up! If you know nothing, don't spout nonsense. He's not a monk. He's a priest!”

“Yes, yes, a priest. He looks really holy.”

“Oh, I've encountered some strange incidents lately. Perhaps he can solve my problem.”

“Oh, great idea. Let's ask him about it. I feel restless recently.”

Cesar walked and scanned the villagers' curiously.

This was nona othar than tha ownar of tha trina worms, Casar Muraco of Dullioud!

Within savaral saconds, a hasty plan was put togathar in his davious mind.

Ha snaakad past Erwan and tha othar two bafora running all tha way to Durbaina.

Thara, ha flippad his black roba ovar, and it turnad into a priast's roba.
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