Our family is in decline

These days, it is common for mobs to rebel against their lords when they cannot survive. It is normal to make any excuses, not to mention that all the townspeople were killed at that time.

When those knights arrived, they discovered that it was just a bandit trouble, and the prophet himself had been kidnapped by his ancestor, so everything was over.

But there were some things that Lance couldn't really say, so he could only turn his gun and point it at the captain.

"You are also pure and brainless. If she was really the heir, would you still let you attack the town? Obviously as long as you destroy the bandits, you are everyone's heroes. As long as you protect the town, even deserters can be accepted by everyone. What a waste of opportunity? Helping the bandits massacre the townspeople will completely push the soldiers towards the death of the bandits."

The captain was slapped hard by Lance, and when he had some reaction, he was scolded for being autistic.

"That's almost it. If you really think about it, you are just a pawn. The real culprit is the cult. You have been deceived by a woman for so long without even knowing the truth of the matter, and you have ruined so many people who are willing to follow you. The soldiers are really pitiful and hateful."

Lance was also furious. If he had so many fully armed soldiers, as well as firearms and artillery equipment at the beginning, he would have directly bulldozed those mayors, farmers, and bandits. How long would he need to carefully plan?

When the captain heard this, he caught the "cult" that Lance kept mentioning and couldn't help but ask.

"What cult?"

Lance glanced at the others, but had no intention of saying anything, and just spoke slowly.

"Compared to this, I think you should first understand what you have done to this town."

Lance left the room with the others without saying a word, leaving the captain alone to face the flickering light.

As soon as he came outside, Leonard started talking about what he had not finished just now.

"Sir, the selection of those Holy Light Knights is very strict. Those who can join are extremely powerful and wear the best equipment. Some of them also have magical skills. Usually a team of six people also has a supporting combat priest.

The number of these people is also very small, and only churches in big cities can support them. Therefore, they will only be stationed in a few key places to be responsible for the security of the church's top brass.

If it was an ordinary mission, it would be impossible to dispatch them, but this time two teams of people came directly to explain that the situation was definitely not as simple as he said. "

"I know~" Lance nodded. He also knew that this matter was not that simple, but no matter what, he couldn't afford to offend the church, and these people saved Hamlet in disguise to buy him time.

But Lance didn't have the slightest fondness for these people.

Because they also have to collect taxes. It is mentioned in the tax book left by the mayor that it is said to be a donation, but it is actually a tax.

And it is very complicated. It is said that it is 1/10 of all income, but in fact when it is collected, it is often greater than this amount. It can be said that these religious taxes are a huge mountain for ordinary people.

Otherwise, why do you think the church can build a church in such a remote area?

That's my money!

my money!

What’s even more fucking annoying is that logically, you should do things if you charge money, but in reality?

When the bandits came, they only passively defended the church, not caring about the ordinary people who donated blood to them on weekdays.

As long as the church and the guild were willing to accommodate some fleeing people, they would not be slaughtered by the bandits. Five hundred young men were almost cut off from the roots of the entire town.

Afterwards, after seeing that the town was in a mess and no longer valuable, he just slapped his ass and left~

As long as those nuns and priests are willing to use magic to save the injured townspeople, many people will not die without treatment.

Not everyone is as tough as the veterans. During the subsequent cleaning of the building, Lance saw the corpses being carried out with his own eyes.

It's okay if the guild chooses to preserve itself instead of collecting taxes, but you can't do anything with your damn money!

When I think about this, Lance feels itching with hatred~

But there is nothing they can do, because the church really knows magic, and maybe there really is a god behind them.

I don't know if I can touch the person behind me.

But no matter what, don't think about coming back easily after they leave on their own initiative. This is his territory, and he has already arranged for Susan to spread the word about what the church was doing at that time.

Everyone who survives will remember that those so-called gods abandoned them, and it was the lord who saved them.

He wanted to eliminate the influence of religion on the territory, but he could not do it openly and could only do it secretly.

But these are not things he should be thinking about now. The captain's words just now confirmed something for him.

None of their routes home were towards Hamlet, they came only because of the woman.

And that woman was both incense and evil, so she could basically be a cultist. Therefore, it was also certain that the artillery regiment's attack on the town was entirely a conspiracy of the cult.

Originally, he should have felt lighter after the two major bandit groups were wiped out, but now the emergence of the cult has doubled his pressure, not to mention the unknown disease discovered in the wolf group's camp.

The reason for contracting the disease is probably because they chose a dense forest as their camp.

The things in this wild and dense forest also make Lance quite afraid~

The situation that had just opened up was once again facing threats. Although he had expected it, Lance still couldn't help but have a solemn look on his face, but it quickly disappeared again...

…………

"ah!"

The captain woke up from his sleep and looked around in fear, feeling even more panicked in the darkness.

At this moment, fear almost filled his heart, and he just waved his hands randomly and shouted.

"Don't come over! Don't come over...it wasn't me who killed you...it wasn't me..."

At this moment, the door was opened, and the captain looked over in surprise. Against the backdrop of the candlelight, a woman was walking in holding a candle.

Under the firelight, the illusion before his eyes dissipated, and he finally calmed down a little.

"Are you okay?" Susan handed the candle over and illuminated the captain's face. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, she couldn't help but ask.

"fine……"

The captain unconsciously avoided Susan's gaze, and his reaction made Susan lament.

"Oh, those bandits deserve to be damned. They tortured you like this."

The captain was even more embarrassed when he heard this, but Susan's next words surprised him.

"But don't worry, it's safe here, so sleep peacefully. The Lord will soon wipe out those bandits, and then you can return home."

The captain could feel the woman's hatred for the bandits. Thinking of what the lord had just said to him, he couldn't help but ask: "Can you tell me what the bandits did to this place?"

Susan did not refuse this strange question, her expression immediately showed a sad look, and she spoke slowly after a few seconds of silence.

"They took everything from me..."