Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Walk."

Gnicia hurriedly followed her, but didn't dare to get as close to her as before.

Phaedra understood the implications of this difference in treatment, and she asked Gurney Xiyan as she walked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Gnicia couldn't deny it.

"I haven't killed it either, but I've seen it a little before...May God bless me, I'm exercising the right of self-defense."

As a lady from a rich family, your life is really colorful - Gnicia suddenly wanted to tease her like this, but she was really not in the mood to talk, so she held back.

Phaedra's emotions were also very excited. After the rash impulse, she fell into fear. She was afraid to pat her neck, which had become very stiff due to tension, but felt a little wet. It turned out that her hands were not dry yet. The blood sticks to it.

"Go to hell."

The young nun's voice was a little off-key with excitement.

It was the same after that, they still tried to find a way out of the search, but the pursuers who were active or covert could always keep a similar distance from them, and even passed the two of them a few times, Almost let the story end prematurely.

After a while, the dead pursuer was found, and immediately, the forest area became lively.

"They're around here! Pull them out!"

"Be vigilant, someone is dead, don't let people approach you secretly."

The murder of one person mobilized the emotions of all the other pursuers. They began to search the surrounding area with great fanfare, and the two fell into a situation where they couldn't move an inch.

Phaedra looked at the traces of the pursuers for a while, gritted his teeth, and said to Gnicia in a voice that was almost lip-synch: "Go to the higher place."

There was no suitable place for them to go, and there were no bad guys on the higher mountains, so Phaedra could only take the road to higher places.

But the higher you go, the narrower the range you can walk. What's more, these pursuers are still compressing the space for the two of them to move. As Phaedra suddenly stood still, Gnicia followed closely behind. They stopped—they suddenly realized that they had reached a dead end without knowing it.

This is a cliff. Looking down, it is as high as ten people. There are lush trees under it, and it is backlit. I can't see any way to go down. I can only hear the sound of the water, but I can't see where the river is. where.

"Sorry, watch me go."

Phaedra looked at the lower place with a sense of loss—a few lights were slowly pressing down here, and there were more and more of them. It seemed that there were dozens of people, and they seemed to have found the place where the two girls were standing. The position is slowly gathering here.

Finally, the first person came to a distance where Gnicia could see clearly.

He really wasn't a legionnaire, but a farmer... Gnicia even looked at him somewhat familiarly, maybe she had seen him before when she came forward to collect supplies.

More and more people came out of the woods, among them there were only a few figures of one or two regular soldiers, and the rest were dressed as local civilians, wearing thick linen long clothes, or dark brown, animal leather Tanned windbreaker.They stood in a large circle around the two girls who were forced to the edge of the cliff. Everyone had heavy hostility on their faces, and they leaned forward with the torches and agricultural tools in their hands, as if they did not intend to let the two girls go. .

However, no one dared to step forward. Not only that, but facing the two young girls, these young and strong men acted extremely nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Until someone broke the silence - a slightly old monk in a long black robe walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the two girls.

As soon as he appeared, Gnicia had a very bad premonition, and so did Phaedra beside her. The two looked at each other with fear in all four eyes.

The monk squeezed his throat and coughed, then suddenly pointed at the two girls: "Witch who manipulates the demon fire, put down your weapon immediately, and kneel before the majesty of the Holy Spirit!"

Chapter 77 060. The Farce Under the Throne

witch?

Gnicia looked down at the clothes on her body in disbelief.

Although she was still far from being an official nun, no matter how she said it, the skin on her body was undoubtedly the clothes of an orthodox nun.

She didn't do anything evil, and she didn't use any spells... The only thing she did in the past few days was to cook a pot of magic potion, but that wouldn't give her such a bad name?

And judging from the words and attitudes of the chasing monk, he also put Sister Federa among the targets of attack. God is sorry, this young girl is a serious retinue nun.

Sure enough, Sister Federa, who cared about her identity very much, became irritable immediately. She pointed at the monk standing in the forefront and reprimanded loudly: "What are you talking about?!"

Her fierce attitude frightened the monk. He took half a step back with embarrassment, and looked at the soldiers in the crowd. The latter waved his hand slightly, and then he looked at the two girls again: "...don't stop Sophistry, we already know that it is you demons disguised as nuns who set fires in the forest and caused hundreds of deaths!"

He said it vividly, as if he really saw it. After he finished speaking, he turned around and shouted to the people following him: "Are you right?"

"That's right! It's them!"

"I saw that tall one cooking toads in the church. She must be a demon in human skin!"

"They also steal from us... arrest them and hang them all!"

Phaedra yelled sharply: "You are crazy——!"

Her sharp voice completely overwhelmed the people who responded indiscriminately, making the others completely silent for a while.

"Sam! You coward!" she screamed and pointed at the monk, causing the tall thin man to back away until someone hugged him.

"You coward!" Sister Federa exposed his deeds mercilessly: "You ran away on the first day the Franks came, you shamed the Governor, you shamed the Supreme Commander, you made the great Holy Glory Dimness—you dare not face the orcs, and you dare not even stay in the city for a while, advancing and retreating with your church and the people you guard. What gave you face and made you return at this time? To Rome? You are not fit to be a priest!"

Her repeated reprimands made the priest's face turn pale, but someone in the crowd secretly pushed him, and pushed him back to the front of the crowd.

"I—I'm going to rescue soldiers!" He had no choice but to continue arguing with Sister Federra sternly: "I brought the other legion here, if it wasn't for them..."

"Fart! What did you bring? A monkey in the mountains?" Phaedra asked him with a sneer.

"It's...it's the 'Iron Doe', the Border Legion of the Black Forest!"

Although it was obviously cold, the priest still nervously wiped his wrinkled forehead, trying to wipe off the cold sweat.

"Those guys? Are they worthy of calling themselves Romans?"

Phaedra sneered, thinking about the day, her face turned red with sullenness: "Do you know what those guys from the border did?"

She glared at the civilians who had taken a lot of farm tools with long spears and short sticks, and no one dared to respond to her for a while.

"Let me be blunt, they wanted to defile one of my sisters, and after finding out they couldn't do it, they chose to murder her—" Resentment, fear and regret lingered in Phaedra's throat, making her The accusation became sharper: "Are they worthy of calling themselves Romans? They don't respect the authority of Augustus, the state religion, or even their female compatriots—you still believe such people?"

Apparently, her determined look and fierce words made the people suspicious of the leading priest. They also looked at the soldiers mixed in the ranks. The guys in full armor stood up and accused sharply: "That witch Trying to use witchcraft to frame the soldiers of the empire, what excuse is there? If you think you are innocent, then go back with us, and the church will naturally preside over a fair trial!"

"Yes, yes—! That's right, if you think you are fine, why don't you dare to give up resistance?"

"She must be hiding something from us!"

The crowd started booing again, and their chaotic voices gave Gnicia a severe headache.

"Shut up!" Sister Phaedra yelled again. "What were you doing when we were treating the wounded in the church? You wouldn't even donate some of the wound medicine at home, and now you're running out to give away what you don't have." Is it worthy of your conscience to plant the crime on someone else's head!"

"The pharmacist ran away, and our sister bandaged the wounded in his stead; the priest ran away, and we came to pray for the city and the soldiers; Under the attack of the orcs—and what are you all doing? Everyone is imagining that the Franks will let go of your house and property, and only a few people stand up to stand with the empire. What face do you have? To accuse an Anglican nun of being a witchcraft demon?"

She was very emotional, and after she finished speaking, Phaedra was still panting and staring at the people standing outside.

Although she doesn't like this kind of life of strict rules and discipline, she is still proud of her own identity and absolutely cannot accept such slander—not to mention, this kind of slander is closely related to life.

In any province of the empire, "witch crime" is an extremely evil and extreme crime. Apart from death, people convicted of this crime usually have no other results: the only difference between them is how they die .

The nuns stayed in Candlepine Castle for two months. They didn't have much contact with outsiders, but when they occasionally appeared on the streets, they did impeccable things.

Numeria will take them to scrub and clean the various large and small holy relics placed in the streets and churches, deal with the evil and filthy places in the city that are prone to breed evil, and make simple confessions for the wounded, sick and depressed , as well as writing books to the townspeople, and distributing scriptures for protection and blessing-these are undoubtedly good things.

So Fei Dela's words naturally made them hesitate.

What are they doing here?

He just needs someone to vent his anger on.

In the daytime battlefield, although the counterattack of the imperials was unexpectedly smooth, and there were not many casualties until the middle, but when the sky fire fell and the forest began to burn, everything changed.

The imperial officers were finally able to restrain the regular army, but the civilians who chased the orcs into the deep forest were determined not to be obedient.Seeing the retreat of the orcs throwing away their armor and armor, they began to go up and loot the things that the orcs had left behind—although the Franks did not bring too many valuables, and they didn't even have a serious camp, but there were many orcs in the area. In a panic, they dropped their weapons. Thanks to the trade with the Easterners, these orcs had many high-quality iron weapons, even rare steels. For civilians who usually only see wood and bronze utensils Speaking, these are undoubtedly some valuable stuff.

What's more, there are many shaman amulets that can only be seen in tribal cultures on the way. These exquisite carvings made of teeth and bones can not only be sold to mentally retarded adventurers, but also superstitious people with rich families will occasionally come to buy them ; If you can find some decent gems and the like from the items left by the shaman, then you can really make money.

Based on this idea, the townspeople's armed forces, who were not at all active at first, quickly overtook the legion infantry and ran to the forefront of the team.

Someone tried to stop them and keep these civilians away from the fire, but it had little effect. When the fire really spread everywhere, and even the direction could not be seen clearly, it was too late.

There are many dead.

The civilians dare not discuss with the officers and nobles, but they still need a vent... So when the highly respected priest returned to the church and started to launch the "punishment of escaped witches" , many young people joined the team immediately.

Seeing that the enthusiasm of the civilians, who were agitated by the heat of their heads, began to fade, the priest had no choice but to continue agitating: "You keep saying that you have no problem, why are you here again? Pine Candle Castle has been blocked for three days, and no one can leave The guards guarding the city gate said they didn't let you escape, so what kind of evil witchcraft protected you from the guards' eyeliner and quietly left the town?"

"This——" Fei Dela was at a loss for words for a while, she really couldn't answer this kind of question, the life of the "benefactor" must be more important than the civilians, but this is not only inconvenient to say, it may make these civilians even more angry, but If she didn't say anything, wouldn't the priest accuse her of all the problems?

Damn it, she should have recognized this crooked old man long ago.

"There's nothing to say, right?" Seeing that the nun couldn't refute himself, the priest began to feel complacent.He raised the bell in his hand, and continued to fabricate even more shameless slander: "The reason for you to sneak out of the town is obviously to perform your evil witchcraft in the wilderness, which killed hundreds of people. Compatriots of the empire, but you don’t know how to repent at all, and you are still talking nonsense here—”

"Yes, that's right! They must have done it!"

"You bloody witches, why don't you just go back to the Black Forest?"

"Go back! Witch! You are not welcome in the empire!"

"You..." Phaedra stomped his feet angrily: "Sister Marianne is still on the battlefield, how could we do that kind of thing!"

"You dare to quibble!" A soldier wearing imperial-style armor stood up. Without saying a word, he drew his bow and set his arrows, pointing at Gnicia and Phaedra: "Holy One! The church is full of people. Traces of witchcraft, you evil witches must have managed to sneak into the State Church monastery to ambush, if it weren't for the blessings of Sister Marianne, I am afraid that you would have been persecuted by you-take them down!"

With the support of the soldiers, the courage of the people suddenly increased a lot.

They began to surround the two girls, further oppressing the space of the two girls. The nearest person was even less than ten strides away from the two girls. He could hurt Gnicia with just a few strides. .

"Lie! Liar! Harmful!"

Phaedra became impotent and furious. She scolded the people who dared to step forward, tore off the cross hanging from their necklines and confronted them, and reprimanded them in a panic: "This is the symbol of my service to the Holy One. What do you have? Who can prove himself more holy!"

"You killed someone just now, so what are you talking about holy?!"

"If you are innocent, why don't you give up your resistance!"

It's a pity that no one listened to her anymore, and the people gathered began to spread confusing whispers, and they hypnotized themselves with this, making everyone believe that what they were doing was just.

"You idiots!"

Phaedra threw away the dagger and the sheath angrily: "Go to hell!"

She finally understood that these people don't need "truth", they only need a "fact" that can explain the terrible sky fire in the daytime and appease her courage, which is smaller than a mouse.

As long as you kill something casually, the "witch" will be gone—then naturally that kind of terrible thing will never happen again in the future, the dragon and the sky fire will never come again—the world will be peaceful.

They really need to "kill the witch" from the bottom of their hearts.

It is impossible to accept a trial. As a person who came out of the monastery, Fei Dela probably knows what the trial of the witch is all about.

The trial court used the "mortal trial" to test each suspect. If he survived, he was a witch who should be executed. If he died, he was a poor innocent person. He went to heaven, and the Holy Spirit would naturally forgive her.

As for wrongful killing?

What mistake?The Inquisition made no mistakes.

Phaedra glanced behind him. Compared with the rows of bright torches in front of him, the dark woods looked like a beast that wanted to eat people, and also like a terrible bottomless abyss, waiting for the two girls to come.

"Sorry, I can't persuade them."

She took Ragnesia's hand, her pale face was tightly clenched with two rows of white teeth.

"Really, I still advise you to cherish life - if I can survive, then I will definitely find a way to get rid of all these villains..."

Her lips were bleeding from being bitten by herself.

"Nice to meet you." Phaedra sighed in a trance, "I really envy you can sleep with Marian... Hell, I'm still a virgin."

Maybe she didn't quite know what she said... maybe it was clear.

In short, after she finished speaking, she leaned to the side and threw her whole body into the air.

"No-don't!"

Gnicia tried to hold her back, but they were too far away.

but it does not matter.

—I should die too.

Save them... let's start all over again.

She glanced back at the person on the edge of the cliff.

hatred?

Maybe—that's probably what hate feels like.

I feel sad for the loss of life that I have known for a few days, and to hate the persecution of them, who I have never met a few times...

The life of a mortal is really...

Chapter 78 061. Awareness of Sacrifice