I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

"What's the big deal?" Li Yue took Shou Shou's hand and followed Norton's footsteps.

"What's it to you?" Norton didn't stop walking and quickly turned into the residential area's streets.

"Just watching the fun." Li Yue now suspected that the morning screams that echoed throughout the town… were related to paper masks, masked gatherings, or the New Church.

It couldn't possibly be Gamma, right?

"Last night in Horad's residence, what abnormalities did you encounter?" Norton asked immediately, seeing Li Yue following him.

"Whoa, you really gave me a big surprise, almost causing me to fracture a bone…" Li Yue didn't mention the paper mask inside the wall, only talking about how the house could rotate and fold like a Rubik's Cube.

"So you stayed inside all night?"

"Wasn't I afraid that if I came out, you would laugh at me outside?" Li Yue fabricated a story, "Since I accepted the commission, I must work hard. This is my first commission in Iron Ore Town…"

Norton didn't answer. Just then, a woman rushed out of a screaming house.

Seeing the black armor, she was like seeing a hero, flailing her body as she crawled over, speaking incoherently.

After comparing, Li Yue found that the underground of the square was where the Masked Gathering's altar was located, and it wasn't where the paper masks and four white robes fought.

When leaving, Jin Long discovered that the acceptance of the flyers was very low. It seemed that the townspeople were also afraid that the person sleeping next to them was a member of the Masked Gathering. While taking the flyers, they asked for New Church badges and large ornaments, seeking peace of mind to some extent.

The soundproofing is still wrong, no snoring can be heard.

Jin Long also reminded the old lady and went to 201 on his own.

Li Yue roughly understood the situation and found a new way out for himself.

He heard that all seven towns had them, and the postures of each town's bishop were different, and the ore they held was also different.

"Then I think… I won't bother you with your work." Hearing about the face "melting," Li Yue was already sure that it was related to the Masked Gathering, so he wouldn't be foolish enough to go to the Scavenger for investigation.

When he arrived at the large square at the intersection of the residential area and the commercial street, Li Yue almost ran into a believer of the New Church.

"I heard that there was a Masked Gathering altar on the ground, and it was wiped out by the New Church yesterday, killing many people!" The townspeople told Li Yue what they had heard, and the news spread quickly.

"Take me to see." Norton picked up the woman's arm and walked towards her house.

"He's back! Have you heard! There's a cult! People's faces are melting!" The old lady hurriedly greeted Li Yue as he entered the door.

Li Yue walked back to the Iron Horn Inn, but it felt like he was walking in a market full of roosters. One house would scream, then another, forming a continuous chorus that almost covered the entire residential area.

"Many are old townspeople. Our masks died, and our faces melted. They're all skeletons!" Another townsperson added.

"Clea… Cleanser… my husband… his face melted!" The woman grabbed her cheeks and pulled them down.

"Who did it?" Li Yue roughly understood what had happened and now just wanted to know how far the New Church's investigation had gone.

"Of course, it was the priests of the New Church, who expelled the Masked Gathering and demons…" The townsperson seemed to appreciate the New Church's actions very much.

Norton was eager to understand what had happened, and without paying attention to Li Yue, he waved his hand and rushed into the room.

Outside the inn, several people also had their faces melted, lying beside the beds of sleeping guests, waiting for the screams to sound when the guests woke up.

"Why is it underground?" Actually, Li Yue had never understood. If the New Church was really so effective, why had the altar on the ground existed for so long without being discovered?

After waiting for a while by the square, Jin Long saw the white robes of the New Church starting to distribute flyers again, and hurriedly fled the scene.

"What's wrong?" Li Yue asked a townsperson who looked silent.

"Yes, yes, yes, have you heard these screams? They are all believers of the Masked Gathering hidden around you!"

The large square was already surrounded by a crowd. Townspeople who had things to do at home went to listen to their neighbors' screams, while the rest gathered here, pointing at the Iron Ore Town's square sculpture.

That is, the crime scene.

"They really have some skill, much stronger than the Scavengers."

"Of course! Ever since the Papal Court declined, it's like all the mole rats in the world have run to the Seven Towns."

They still had to rely on themselves and the Masked Gathering to take action before attracting the attention of the New Church.

However, after the Empire occupied the Cracked Gold Seven Towns, the heads of the sculptures were smashed by the New Church. But it seemed that they hadn't thought about who to erect a new sculpture for, so they simply displayed it like that.

"Oh! Almost forgot!" The old lady called out to Li Yue, "Mr. Musta handed over a note this morning, asking you to help him with an appraisal at noon today…"

He was just messed with by Gamma last night, killing two knights, and now he has to start working?

Today, fissures occurred on the sculpture, seeping out layers of holy light.

"Yes, that group of people who don't know what they're doing all day, drinking and eating meat with our tax money…"

That Musta really isn't idle.

So many people have been eroded by paper masks?

At least buy some new clothes.

Li Yue was a little alarmed listening to this and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The sculpture was a half-length statue. The head had been smashed long ago. Li Yue had inquired about it during the day yesterday. This was the statue erected for the bishop by the Seven Towns when the old Papal Court was still there. The sculpture was of the bishop holding iron ore in his hand.

They can investigate the complex underground tunnels, but there is no manpower to thoroughly investigate—obviously, the Empire and the New Church still cannot completely control the Cracked Gold Seven Towns, and they are somewhat powerless in terms of security and infiltration against other sects.

If he is targeted by the New Church for some reason, he can also escape and act underground.

"Okay, I understand." Li Yue thought that he could just inquire about the New Church's movements from him.

"There aren't enough people, so they can only simply seal the tunnels. As a result, you have also seen that these cults and demons are like rats, and they can't be caught completely. They have unknowingly multiplied so much…" The townsperson was also very helpless.

Has the power of the Masked Gathering become so great?

The townspeople were also comparing the work content and workload of the church and the Scavengers.

"It's obvious that you're not from the Seven Towns." The townsperson listened to Li Yue's question and sized him up for a long time, "The Seven Towns are all connected to the mines. Many people have dug private mines underground before, and even this square has been collapsed many times."

Today is different.

Her eight "children" are recovering well. The old lady made another profit last night and went out early in the morning to buy good wound medicine. She is in a good mood.

Compared to the townspeople, the merchants of the Chamber of Commerce should have more accurate information.

"Then why… don't the New Church or the Scavengers check the underground passages?" Li Yue pressed.

Moreover, he really needs some money…

Although Jin Long was very afraid that a certain white robe would suddenly shine a light on him and shout "It wasn't me," he had to stop briefly to observe whether he would be exposed.

"So many people?" Li Yue stomped his feet, thinking that this did explain those simple underground passages.

A dozen New Church believers formed a human wall, standing around the rift, while several other white robes prayed in the middle, holding holy light to explore downwards.