Chapter 9 Barnet Crusoe
Saint?
The remaining people gradually came to their senses. According to what Master Saint Sunzi said, Jeanne was not a witch, but a saint with the same power as the witch.
At first, most people thought it was ridiculous, but once they touched it, they became somewhat enlightened.
Yes, Horn is the holy grandson appointed by the Holy Father, so Barnett, who wants to kill Horn, is a devil, and Jeanne, who saves Horn, must be holy.
You can't say that Master Sunzi is a devil, right?
But this is tantamount to saying that they have just helped the devil and misunderstood Saint Jeanne.
This is unsettling.
After the crowd calmed down, some of the people who insulted Jeanne and even threw stones broke out in a cold sweat.
They looked evasive, especially Peak, Alina and Andok who had been named earlier. They murmured and wanted to speak, but tried their best to hide their bodies behind the crowd.
"It was indeed the devil Barnett who was so good at confusing people before that he misunderstood our saint Jeanne." Horn cleared his throat and deliberately pretended to understand, "These are all the devil's fault. He asked you to do this, I said, right?"
"Ah, yes, yes, it's the devil who deceived us."
"As expected of the holy grandson. You know everything!"
"Tsk, that being said, you have all helped the devil. I'm afraid there are followers of the devil among you." Horn spread his hands and looked embarrassed.
“Impossible, absolutely impossible.”
"Master Holy Grandson, I am reporting that the youngest son of the Patmon family is Rector's child! He must be a devil!"
"I am not a devil, that is my biological sister, how could I... ..."
"Master, I want to atone for my sins. I have a one-hundred-year indulgence coupon. Can you find it?"
In an instant, hundreds of villagers exploded. Like a pot, they started to make a lot of noise.
They cursed and accused each other, pushed each other, and quarreled red-faced, scrambling to report to Horn which family was the devil and clear their suspicions.
The villagers who had been working in unison started tearing apart, their shoes fell off, and their robes fell apart. The people who were reported punched the reporter, the reporter punched the person trying to stop the fight, and the person trying to stop the fight punched the passers-by.
This chaotic scene made Horn have a question mark on his forehead.
I didn’t say anything, why did we start fighting with each other?
Are you greenskins? How hungry are you? Do you still have the energy to fight?
Self-concerned false belief, self-concerned blind obedience, self-concerned extreme, with only five minutes of memory, others can change their minds with just a word.
Horn really couldn't understand. Are only farmers from other worlds like this, or are all people in the Middle Ages like this?
"Okay, okay, I see what everyone means. Everyone is very willing to help me find the devil's followers." Applauding vigorously, Horn immediately stopped their behavior, " In that case, I have a proposal. "
Letting go of Jeanne's waist, Horn stepped on the muddy water one step at a time and came to Barnett's body, which was still twitching slightly.
After struggling to peel off Barnett's plate armor, Horn dragged him aside.
Picking up Jeanne's pitchfork, Horn once again stood in front of all the villagers: "The devil's believers must not take action against the devil. You come up one by one and use this pitchfork to the place called Ba Just stab Nate's devil and I'll know you're innocent."
After saying this, Horn's meaningful eyes glanced at the few armed peasants and rich peasants hiding behind most of the peasants.
They were visibly nervous.
"Please help me supervise. Anyone who doesn't prick, or doesn't prick deeply, is a follower of the devil. Please report it to me. How about that?"
Put the pitchfork in On the green grass, Horn turned back to Jeanne and whispered for a while.
Jeanna nodded heavily, turned around and left.
Standing in front of the pitchfork, most of the farmers wearing gray-yellow linen skirts were still hesitating.
They put their heads together, huddled together, whispering, egging each other on.
Although Barnett is a knight, he is still a noble, and he usually has great authority. How can they dare to take action against the nobles?
The dead noble is a noble, and the corpse of the noble is also a noble corpse.
"The rain is getting heavier and it's getting late." Horn reminded casually, "Originally, it was the devil's prohibition not to let you enter the forest, and it should be abolished, but I am afraid of devil believers. I ran away into the forest, what should I do?”
The whispers became more intense.
Soon, Jeanne finally came back, carrying two heavy and bulging sacks.
I have to say that after awakening, Jeanne became much stronger. The two sacks weighed sixty pounds each, but she didn't seem to be struggling to carry them. Putting the two sacks at his feet, Horn opened the pocket of one and showed it to the villagers.
In the sack, there are white rice crackers, full of attractive aroma.
"To compensate for everyone's loss of not being able to enter the forest, these 120 pounds of rice crackers will be given to everyone for dinner." Horn tied the sack tightly, "Prick the devil and get half a pound of rice crackers."
Half pound of rice crackers!
What a terrible word. They have not eaten for five days and live solely on soil, turf and the remaining rice bran.
A full half pound of rice crackers! There are both adults and children! The sound of swallowing was heard all of a sudden. Damn Devil Barnett actually hid one hundred and twenty pounds of rice crackers? !
Finally a figure walked out of the crowd. It was the young monk from before. Horn remembered that his name seemed to be Armand.
Horn raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was going to cause trouble again, but what he didn't expect was that the young man deftly pulled out the pitchfork that was melted by lightning with only one tine left, and walked to Barnett's body.
He pulled off Barnett's woolen pants, exposing his white buttocks, and inserted the pitchfork directly into his buttocks until it reached the base of the tines.
Withdrawing the pitchfork, the young monk covered his nose and inserted the bloody pitchfork back into the ground.
“Where are my rice crackers?”
“Do you have a pocket?”
Seeing the young monk lift up the lapel of his cloth robe and make a temporary pocket, Horn didn't waste any time, picked up a large wooden spoon filled with grains, and scooped a spoonful into his pocket.
"Damn it, that's the wooden spoon used by the knight to collect grain. That spoon is much more than half a pound!" The crowd cursed bitterly.
Soon, the second person appeared, followed by the third and fourth, and there were several bloody holes in the knight's butt.
Like an avalanche, more and more people came forward, and even started to fight for the pitchforks, or reported that others did not stab deeply.
In order to prevent others from gossiping, some people stabbed them several times, but whether this was to avoid suspicion or to vent their anger is unknown.
Forced by the situation, those armed farmers and rich peasants still had to pick up pitchforks and collect their rice crackers.
After receiving the two bags of rice crackers, everyone ignored the rain and didn’t want to get angry, so they simply held them in both hands and started eating them raw.
I have been hungry for so many days and I can’t bear it anymore.
Many people finished the food in three or two mouthfuls. The remaining few were still a little rational and only took two mouthfuls and kept the rest as food reserves.
Who knows when the flood will stop?
After taking a few bites of rice crackers, Horn was ready to deal with Barnett's aftermath.
Pinching his nose, Horn stood in front of Barnett's body.
With hundreds of bloody holes on his body, coupled with the warm and humid weather, and the coiled mosquitoes, Barnett's body fermented into a stench in just half an hour.
But no matter what, the body must be disposed of. After all, the testimony of the small man can be said to be that he was starved to death, and the bishop has always been indifferent.
But if there is real evidence of corpse guilt, then even if Barnett is just an unknown country knight, a rigorous investigation will be conducted, and a demon hunter may even be dispatched.
A knight is considered to be a member of the nobility.
In aristocratic society, the most important thing is family and dignity. If the church neglects its affairs, Barnett's relatives may come to investigate and put pressure on him.
In order to relax the burden on his shoulders when escaping, Horn must destroy the body and eliminate traces.
Horn originally wanted to ask someone to burn the body, but the rain was too heavy, so he couldn't light a fire to roast the body in the wooden house, right?
Even if a fire is lit, how can such heavy rain burn it all?
Buried? Wouldn’t that leave evidence of guilt?
Let it sit until the rain stops and then start the fire again? Still not working, who knows when the rain will stop, and then there will be a plague, which will be troublesome.
After much thought, Horn called a few young men, stripped off the knight's armor and clothes, chopped his face with the Falsi spiked knife worn by Barnett, and worked together to kill him. It was thrown into the flood.
Looking at Barnett floating away in the flood, Horn thought to himself.
The water is so strong that by the time the flood recedes, Barnett will either have rotted beyond human form, or it will have reached the sea.
Thank you for the invitation, and compete for traffic with the Spring Festival Gala.
(End of this chapter)