The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

town Hall.

In the office, Marek was having a heated discussion with Mayor Wallace.

"I understand your feelings. Sigmund is indeed an outstanding young man, but the extraordinary belongs to the extraordinary. The things on the cross street cannot be known by ordinary citizens. Regarding Sigmund's sacrifice to this city, I am willing to give a corresponding answer." Compensation, but that's all there is to it."

Mayor Wallace spread his hands, "You demon hunters also have a corresponding pension standard, plus the municipal appropriation, this money is enough for his father and sister to spend the rest of their lives without worrying about food and clothing."

"Everything is over, Marek, we have to look forward. Ordinary citizens can find any excuse to get over it, but the city councilors and those noble businessmen, they need to understand part of the truth."

"In fact, these talents are the most difficult to deal with. Casualties are only part of the story. The most important thing is the blow to the industry and the damaged stores. We need to appease them first."

"No." Marek shook his head.

"Sigmund died for this city. He needs a grand, dignified, and official funeral. I know this is against the rules, but this is the only thing I can do for him."

Being directly rejected, Marek's emotions didn't turn into rage in an instant. His eyes were calm and exhausted. When he looked at Mayor Wallace, there was a rare hint of pleading.

Wallace's expression moved slightly, but he shook his head resolutely after a while.

"What is extraordinary belongs to extraordinary, what is realistic belongs to reality."

Wallace sighed, "Sigmund is neither the first nor the last. I can't set this precedent until the extraordinary event is fully exposed. There are not a few demon hunters who sacrificed silently in the history of Elam. What about them? ?”

Wallace used to be an extraordinary person, but now he is a politician. It is easy to praise Sigmund alone, but Wallace is unwilling to face the series of consequences it brings.

The whole city was already a mess, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

"I'll think of other ways." Marek showed unwillingness.

"It's time for you to rest, I've heard a bit of the battle, your hammer was shattered, and you released power that you shouldn't have released during the fight."

"But you have made a lot of contributions in this battle. Without your delay, it would be impossible for the church's transcendent to stop that blasphemer and defeat him."

"Crush?!" Marek, who was exhausted, suddenly raised his head.

"What's wrong? Is there anything strange? Wasn't that blasphemer defeated by the Oracle Church?" Mayor Wallace looked strange.

"Shit, these bastards of the church!" Marek clenched his fists, "Where did you read the news, the way things happened is not like this at all!"

Sigmund's death coupled with his physical injuries, and the fact that he had to be responsible for the stability of other urban areas in the city in the past few days to prevent some extraordinary people from taking the opportunity to cause trouble, made Marek have no time to pay attention to the follow-up development of the matter.

But now, according to Mayor Wallace, the Oracle Church actually erased the existence of the mysterious person who suddenly appeared, and directly took the credit for it.

"This bunch of bastards!" He cursed again, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

In the whole incident, the oracle church participated the most and indeed played a big role. He knew what he was doing, and Marek didn't want to fight for anything, but the face shown by the other party really made him feel a little disgusted.

"This investigation report was provided by the spiritual mentor Eric. I have read it. He gave a high evaluation of what you have done. Don't worry, no one can take away your credit." Wallace reassured.

"When this matter is completely over, I think you should also be able to get out of exile and be called back to Abetus."

"That's not important." Marek waved his hand with an annoyed look on his face.

At this time, a staff member entered the office after knocking on the door, and delivered a message to Mr. Mayor.

"What?"

Wallace looked surprised, "You mean, Eric gathered a large number of believers in the name of the church and prayed in the Morning Church?"

"Yes, but almost all the city councilors and royal nobles who participated in the prayers. Normally, prayers are only held when the dawn is approaching. However, according to the news, they have entered the church for more than an hour and have not yet come out. "

After listening to the staff, Marek and Wallace looked at each other, and they both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

They still remember Mayor Wallace surrounded by angry city councilors on the night of the last clock tower explosion.

"What are these guys planning to do?" He muttered softly, and Wallace also felt a little bored in his heart.

"Prepare the carriage, let's go to Dawn Church!"

On the other side, in the small chapel behind the Dawn Cathedral, a group of well-dressed councilors and nobles with prominent status in Liam City were sitting in the pews of the church and praying in low voices.

Unlike the Dawn Cathedral, which is open to all citizens, the chapel at the back is relatively private. The official statement is that it is only open to the most devout believers, but in fact, those who can come here are either rich or noble.

In the center of the front of the church stands a white stone statue, which is a quiet and gentle female image, and a row of white candles are placed on the front platform.

The spiritual mentor Eric stood on the stage and recited the teachings of the Goddess of Dawn with a gentle and soothing voice, which mixed with a little extraordinary power to calm the mood of everyone in the field.

When everything was over, most of the believers had peace on their faces, only a few had sad eyes with tears in their eyes.

"Father."

The woman who spoke didn't know Eric, and only regarded him as an ordinary clergyman in the Dawn Church.

"My son was injured in the explosion and there is no sign of waking up. I am the most devout believer. Wouldn't the great Goddess of Dawn not want to protect her believers?"

"Of course not." Eric smiled, "We have minimized all the damage, and all evils are invisible under the gaze of the goddess."

"But many times the danger often does not come from ourselves, but from our side, from our trusted companions."

"Think about when this city became what it is now?" Eric asked.

"The warriors of the Goddess protect the city from fear, from crime, from explosions and riots, until..."

"Until those guys entered this city?!" Someone from the audience suddenly said.

"I know them. They are demon hunters, and they are also the guardians of this city." A middle-aged fat man retorted. He is one of the major shareholders of the United Mining Company.

"Of course, they are also guarding this city, but many times, good intentions may do bad things. A powerful evil has entered this city. The goddess has seen his tracks clearly. All we have to do is guide him away. this city."

"Minimize all damage."

"But..." Eric's voice trembled and suddenly became heavy.

"A reckless young man who wanted to prove himself, but exposed his whereabouts in advance, which made many of our preparations useless."

"The poor young man paid with his life for this and brought terrible disaster upon the city through his recklessness."

"Who? Who is he?!"

The woman in the audience asked loudly.

Seeing the slightly restless situation, Eric smiled slightly, the situation was exactly as the master expected.

"It doesn't matter, said the goddess, we should forgive him."