Chapter 1381 1353. Wandering Missionary
Lan En's description is a bit wrong, because in the surging crowd, the figure of the guy who climbed onto the simple podium made of piled wooden barrels was described as 'bloated' It turned out to be a bit humiliating.
"He's a wandering missionary." Berengar's lips twitched in displeasure, and he spat to the side, "Bah, fanatical idiot."
The old demon hunter hit the nail on the head. Make an evaluation.
“There is only one law in this world!” The short and fat monk shouted loudly to the endless crowds in the market. It was already called a roar. "Holy law!"
"The entire world must obey this law! All life on earth is the same! Spells and magic are contrary to the sacred law! All wizards are destined to perish!"
"The day of divine punishment is near. ! The sky will rain fire! Destroy them and the evil island! ”
"The Palace of Rocha, Arethusa, and Palace of Gastang will all fall! Together with the heretics who gathered inside to plot their conspiracy! The walls will crumble"
"Then we have to Rebuild that damn wall," muttered a bricklayer who pushed his way past Lan in the crowd without looking up.
The bag on his shoulder contained a lot of things for building walls, and the outer cover was full of white marks left by lime.
"I would like to advise you who are pious and kind-hearted." The priest on the podium continued to shout, "Don't believe in wizards! Don't ask them for help or advice!"
"Don't be fooled by their beauty or wisdom. His appearance is confusing, and his excellent eloquence is even more of a liar. Because to be honest, the wizard is like a whitewashed tomb, with only carrion and bones inside!"
"Look at his spitting bear look. The woman with a lot of fish scales on her sleeves commented. "He has such trouble with the wizard, he must be jealous of others."
"Of course." The bricklayer agreed, "Look at what he looks like. His bald head looks like a boiled egg, and his belly can It hangs down to the knees. Although the wizards are old, they are not fat. If you are not bald, you can tell by looking at them. And sorceresses, they are so beautiful."
A guy who set up a shoe repair stall in the middle of the road retorted: "That's because wizards sell their souls. Only after defeating the devil did he gain appearance!”
"You stupid shoemaker, thanks to the sorceresses of Arethusa, you have work to do now, otherwise you wouldn't even have enough to eat in Velen!"
"Not only the wandering missionaries , and is the missionary of eternal fire."
Standing in the crowd, Lan En whispered.
At the same time, his eyes under his hood looked at the monk on the podium.
Hung around his neck was an abstract metal badge that was either a torch or a brazier.
Symbolizes the worship of fire.
"Okay, they are still the stupidest among the idiots." After confirming from Lan En's mouth, Berengar added to his previous description with a speechless face.
"They are now preaching in the city? No one cares?" Lan En said with a frown.
He still remembered that he sometimes met these people when he was still following his mentor and wandering around the countryside to make money.
Poor people are good targets for missionary work.
And low cost.
When the village recruited demon hunters to work, the people of Eternal Fire did not dare to fight the monsters.
But after the witchers killed the monsters, they had the courage to kill or drive away the witchers who came back to demand the balance.
Then the villagers will be grateful for the eternal fire.
I am grateful that the eternal fire drove away the monsters, and also protected my property from the evil mutants.
Everything is the work of the eternal fire.
Berengar also looked at the preacher who was still preaching again and again with dismay. Although he had already abandoned his identity as a demon hunter before, the eternal fire doesn't care about you.
So whether it was before or now, Berengar remains completely disgusted with this sect that was initially moderate for more than a hundred years but is now becoming more and more extreme.
But even so, he still shook his head at Lan En.
“This involves the right to preach. Which king can restrict the right to preach?”
Different from the cultural environment that Lan En grew up in and was familiar with, religion and belief penetrated into every aspect of this magical Middle Ages, and were as fundamental issues as people's livelihood issues.
Although witchers and warlocks generally don’t believe in anything, groups like them are the minority among the minority and the fringe among the fringes.
In an environment where faith is prevalent, lack of faith will be regarded as unreliable and untrustworthy evidence.
In fact, this is also a major reason why demon hunters and warlocks have a bad reputation.
Because they have no faith, others think they should be bad people.
This is what is called ‘justification by faith’.
“But now they seem to have gone too far.” Berengar shook his head and said, “In the past, they probably wouldn’t have come to Goos Velen to preach.”
“In the city Most of the people can't be said to be poor, and this place relies on sorceresses to make a living, and missionaries are not stupid. Why are they spending time here when they have nothing to do? But now."
The old demon hunter is a little unsure. guessed. "Is it because the world is in chaos and the missionary situation outside is so good that they are distracted? Do you think even Goss Velen can achieve results?"
It is easy to preach when the world is in chaos. There is no problem with this logic.
Lan En finally looked at the missionary of the Eternal Fire who came to Goos Velen to preach in a strange way, but he still shook his head and left with Berengar.
They are now in the middle of the market square, crowded by the crowd. If they want to go out, they might as well keep walking forward, and at least they can visit the market again.
After walking for a while, the missionary’s passionate and inflammatory speech was already buried in the noisy noise.
There is always something new at the market.
This was in the center of the square. A drumbeat suddenly sounded, and there were shouts for the crowd to be quiet.
Although the crowd looked completely indifferent, the announcement reader standing on the wooden platform was also very familiar and didn't care at all.
He has a big, well-honed voice, and he knows how to use it.
"Tell the people around you!" He shouted angrily, shaking out a roll of parchment from his palm, unfolding it, and facing the crowd.
"The halfling Hugo Ansbach is wanted! Because he once provided shelter and food for the evil elves in the Scoia'tael."
"And Justin Ingvar, the dwarf blacksmith who forged arrowheads for those villains."
"The mayor announced that these two must be brought to justice. Whoever can catch them will have fifty A bounty of 1.0 crowns. Anyone who dares to provide them with food or shelter will be considered an accomplice."
"Had they been caught in the village instead of in the wild. The residents of the entire village also have to pay a fine."
"Who will provide shelter to the halflings?" Someone in the crowd shouted, "They should be arrested on the farm. All non-human races should be arrested. Get up!”
“It’s better not to arrest him and put him in jail.” Someone else suggested, “Just go to the gallows.”
The two demon hunters walked past the podium and continued through the crowded and noisy market without stopping.
"Now, even around big cities like Goos Velen, are Scoia'tael riots starting on a large scale?"
Lan frowned and lowered his head to ask.
“It’s noisy.” Berengar said concisely, “It’s getting more and more violent.”
“The city defense troops have gone out to sweep several times and killed many people, but It’s no use, it’s still getting worse and worse.”
"They indiscriminately attacked and killed all humans that could be seen in the wild, including businessmen, car repairmen, medicine sellers, and farmers. They all killed them."
"Look, we have already walked out of the market. In the past, this stall would have to be moved forward to reach the end."
Lan En shook his head and sighed slightly.
Although he had previously reached a consensus with Iorveth, the leader of a small group of Scoia'tael guerrillas, and the green dragon lady Saskia who had transformed into a human.
Together we came up with a path that could make a huge difference to the peaceful coexistence of non-human races and humans.
But it takes time to implement, it takes time to spread influence, and it takes even more time to let practice test whether the idea works.
These Scoia'tael who kill indiscriminately outside cities and villages will not regret death.
Lan En's pity is that in the current situation, what they did has only intensified the racial conflicts.
“These things can be left alone for the time being.”
Berengar said as he walked.
"Tell me about your business first. Let's go, as usual?"
Now they are out of the market square. Although the crowd is still quite large, it no longer feels crowded. .
The old demon hunter has been cooperating with Lan En and taking care of each other for a long time.
Ever since he made the agreement with the Lady in the Lake, Berengar has been aware of the whole process.
So every time Lan En came back to see him, the old demon hunter would prepare and complete the scattered consumables for him without saying anything.
In Arethusa College, the respected dean always wanted to give him the most expensive and best.
But only professionals who have personally experienced wild hunting and adventure can accurately know what is most needed for this kind of work and journey.
If Margarita were to prepare and replenish supplies, Lan En felt that the bread and bacon in his alchemy leather bag that were so hard that they could hit people would probably turn into dessert cakes.
“Yeah, let’s do the same thing first.”
Lan nodded to Berengar with the same familiarity.
(End of this chapter)