Overlord: I’ve Been Recruiting Followers in Another World

According to the gatekeeper's memory, only one "cargo" had been handled recently, and it could basically be confirmed that it was Cecilia's sister, Tuareninya. A faint flicker of hope emerged.

What's more, he discovered that the gatekeeper had saved the dying woman abandoned by the brothel, and had kindly given a large sum of money to the person who disposed of her body to betray the organization. The person capable of such an act of kindness, amidst the filth of this criminal world, was most likely the loyal old man at the gate of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Sebas Tian.

In other words, by a strange coincidence, the original storyline still occurred?

Kael was too tired to complain. This was a world adapted from a game, and sometimes, even a God couldn't escape narrative destiny.

However, he soon found something different.

In the original work, after Sebas Tian saved Tuareninya, his "benevolent" actions attracted the attention of Eight Fingers' stronghold. To deceive the old man at the door into giving them money, and also to retrieve Tuareninya who might expose the underground brothel, Eight Fingers' henchmen and Inspector Stafan Heivilish went to meet Sebas Tian to demand Tuareninya.

But when he checked Stafan Heivilish's memory earlier, the fat man seemed to know nothing about this matter. An anomaly.

Had Eight Fingers not found Sebas Tian yet? Or, a more disturbing question: Or was the person who saved Tuareninya not Sebas Tian, but just another kind-hearted individual? Kael pondered. Impossible. Only Sebas had such ridiculous morality among the Nazarick entities.

Just in case, Kael quietly explored the entire underground brothel, using his [Perfect Unknowable] magic. After confirming that Tuareninya was indeed not there, he immediately returned to E-Rantel, a small task now completed.

At the front door of a residence in the slums of the Re-Estize Kingdom's capital, a middle-aged man in a black butler uniform vigilantly observed the alleys on both sides. His sharp eyes scanned every corner, searching for signs of followers. After confirming no one was following him, he gently knocked on the residence's door.

The old door opened slightly, and after the person inside saw the middle-aged man's appearance, she opened the door with a slight surprise, but it quickly changed to respect.

"Master Sebas." The old woman bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man, calling his name, her voice filled with gratitude.

This Sebas was, of course, the NPC steward of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Sebas Tian, who was currently on his secret mission.

"Madam, let's go inside and talk." Sebas treated the old woman very politely, unlike most other members of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick who treated humans as worthless. There was genuine warmth and respect in his demeanor.

The old woman then welcomed Sebas into the house and closed the door.

Following the old woman into the living room, and then sitting at a simple wooden table, Sebas asked the old woman, "Madam, how is Tuareninya?" There was clear concern in his voice.

His shadow suddenly trembled, then a shadow demon leaped out from behind him and slipped into the house through a small crack in the wooden door, an undetected spy.

After doing this, Sebas rose and walked towards the main street with steady steps, resuming his role as an overseer.

As night fell, a village not too far from the city was completely enveloped in darkness, with only two faint green lights visible in the distance.

If you zoomed in, you could see that the green specks were actually lit lanterns, hung around the waists of two adult men for illumination.

To say they were ordinary villagers seemed a bit of a stretch.

Firstly, their armament. With longswords hanging at their waists and leather armor on their bodies, their appearance seemed too formal for an ordinary patrolling villager.

Furthermore, the physiques and faces of the two men were not like ordinary farmers. Instead, they exuded a menacing aura like criminals, or more precisely, members of a criminal organization.

They were members of the drug division of the kingdom's underground organization, Eight Fingers, and this was the drug division's raw material cultivation base. Currently, both were on routine night patrol.

When they reached the middle of their patrol route, something like an octopus tentacle wrapped around their mouths, preventing them from making any sound. A silent yet deadly movement.

The next second, a sharp pain was felt in their necks, and the consciousness of both men vanished after a brief, intense struggle. They fell to the ground without a sound.

Not just them, the entire cultivation base was not spared from destruction. About half a dozen minutes later, raging flames illuminated the entire night sky, spewing thick smoke that billowed high.

Under the dancing light of the fire, the shadows of Blue Rose and its four members stretched long, heroic silhouettes amidst the devastation.

Because this was a stealth attack, and the defense of Eight Fingers' drug raw material cultivation area was not very strong, it was understandable that even a Mithril-ranked adventurer would be enough to complete this kind of task. However, Blue Rose was an Adamantite team, ensuring efficiency and security.

"Take this back and show it to Renner."

Lakyus looked at the note in her hand. The words there were very confusing, perhaps a secret code or something, strange handwriting. It was only right that her intelligent friend should undertake this brain-wracking task.

"Alas~"

The old woman sighed deeply, her wrinkled face full of regret, and replied to Sebas, "That child has suffered severe trauma both mentally and physically. Master Sebas, perhaps only you can comfort her." Her tone was laden with despair.

Sebas was silent for a moment. His heart ached upon hearing Tuareninya's condition. He also had a mandate from his Supreme Being, so he couldn't visit Tuareninya often, let alone stay here too long.

Because saving Tuareninya secretly was considered a violation of orders. If Shalltear, who had accompanied him on the previous mission, knew about this, not only would he be punished, but Tuareninya would also likely be executed by Nazarick's hands. A terrifying risk.

Furthermore, ever since he saved Tuareninya at the entrance of the underground brothel, he had noticed that someone had been looking for him recently, and he even seemed to be under surveillance.

"...Madam, I will do my best to visit Tuareninya. I hope you will take good care of her." Sebas pondered for a long time, and finally said this to the old woman, a sincere promise constrained by circumstances.

The old woman seemed to sense his embarrassment and didn't say much. She simply sighed and nodded, understanding Sebas's dilemma.

"Then I will go see her. Please prepare some easily digestible food and send it in later." Sebas concluded his conversation with the old woman, stood, and walked to the next room.

Soon after, soft, concerned questions were faintly heard from the room, followed by faint sobs, a melody of sadness and relief.

The old woman used old cooking equipment to prepare a bowl of porridge mixed with broth, walked to the door trembling, knocked, and reminded the room, "Master Sebas, the food is ready."

Creak!

The door opened slightly, and Sebas blocked the room behind him like a strong guard, his sturdy figure filling the doorframe, and took the wooden bowl from the old woman.

"Thank you, Madam." After expressing his thanks, Sebas closed the door again.

About half an hour later, Sebas came out of the room with the now empty wooden bowl, and the front of his clothes were slightly wet. Traces of tears, perhaps.

The old woman stepped forward, her eyes full of questions.

As if sensing the worry in her eyes, Sebas handed her the wooden bowl and said, "Don't worry, Tuareninya is asleep." His voice was gentle, reassuring.

"That's good." The old woman nodded with relief, a burden lifted from her heart.

Given Tuareninya's current condition, it would be better for her to rest more, otherwise, she wouldn't know how to comfort the child. Because now the only person who could give Tuareninya a sense of security and help her out of the shadows was Sebas, who had saved her. It was difficult for anyone else to replace Sebas.

Only... Sebas noticed the worry on the old woman's face, but there was nothing he could do. Duty called him. "Then, Madam, I will take my leave now."

"Be careful, Master Sebas." The old woman escorted Sebas to the door and bade him farewell, a worried gaze accompanying his departure.

At this moment, Sebas seemed to remember something and reminded the old woman: "By the way, Madam, it might be a bit unsafe these days. Please be more careful when you go out."

Seeing Sebas's serious expression, the old woman also realized the gravity of the matter, so she nodded and said, "I understand. I will be careful, Master Sebas."

Seeing that, Sebas said nothing more. He exited the cabin and helped the old woman close the door.

He stood at the door and observed for quite some time. After ensuring that no one was following or spying on him, he whispered, "Shadow Demon!" A command, not a question.