The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Rambler Hobbs couldn't calm down for a long time.

He didn't expect such a complicated relationship to be involved in a seemingly simple extraordinary event.

He didn't understand why the powerful Oracle Church was willing to sign a peace treaty with the Elam Kingdom 20 years ago. Many people in the church had discussed this issue.

After 20 years of development, the power of the Oracle Church spread throughout the Kingdom of Elam. They managed carefully and won over many nobles who originally supported the king.

With the help of the strong strength of the church, it gradually intervened in the management of this country, although the Kingdom of Elam also cultivated its own team of demon hunters and vigorously tapped the creators of the contract.

But compared with the heritage of the Oracle Church, the Elam Kingdom is still far behind.

As long as there is a need, the Oracle Church can recruit a large number of high-level transcendents within the scope of the kingdom of God, but the cultivation of transcendents within the kingdom takes time.

20 years is not enough.

However, with the support of the king and the operation of the Duke, the team of demon hunters still firmly controlled the surrounding areas of the city and maintained a barely balanced balance.

Until recently, the situation in Liam City changed suddenly, and the demon hunter team gained the upper hand for the first time in a city.

Although this situation is far from affecting the overall situation, the results of a little victory will be magnified in difficult times, which can greatly motivate demon hunters in other cities.

In fact, this is exactly the case. With the example of Liam City, demon hunters in other cities are also actively responding, although no similar progress has been made so far.

But for the Oracle Church, this is already a dangerous signal.

The 20-year period is approaching, and small changes can have far-reaching consequences.

The church does not allow any failure, because only in this way can they continue to lead the church's dependent countries in the past.

So in this big right and wrong, the young demon hunter named Sigmund seemed too insignificant.

Hobbs understood that, for this reason, the Cross Street bombing had largely been settled.

The decision of the sixth-order Gintama envoy is beyond doubt.

It is very difficult to change the decision of a level 6 in this country.

His Majesty the King can do it, and so can the Duke, but those two people waiting at the door of the church obviously can't.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, the church is praying for believers, and no one is allowed to enter at this stage." Walking to the door, Marek and Wallace were stopped by two clergymen.

"I'm Mayor Wallace."

"Sir, I know you. But I'm sorry, this is the Church of Dawn, where the eyes of the goddess are watched. There is no status here, only the devoutness of faith."

The cleric who spoke raised his head, with an indescribable pride on his face.

"Even His Majesty the King needs to abide by the rules of the church in the goddess' territory."

Marek on one side clenched his fists. He could face the two fifth-order threats directly in the city hall, because he knew that in that place, they didn't dare to do anything to him.

But it doesn't work here, because of the peace agreement, both sides have great power in their own territory, and the small friction of the bottom personnel is understandable.

But someone with a sensitive identity like him needs to be more careful.

At this moment, someone walked out of the church quickly and came to Mayor Wallace.

"Sir, Master Igor invites you in."

"Me?" Wallace was taken aback, then turned to look at Marek, "What about him?"

"The master didn't say anything."

Well, I'll take a look first, don't be impulsive.

After telling Marek a few words, Wallace walked into the church. After entering, someone helped him change into a set of hooded teaching robes, and then led Wallace into the Dawn Chapel.

The atmosphere in the church at this time was not at all peaceful during prayers. Although they were trying to restrain themselves, faint resentment could be seen on everyone's face.

He was puzzled, but after standing quietly in the corner and listening for a while, Wallace's face became stiff and his body trembled unnaturally.

Although he didn't know the reason, he already knew the plan of the Oracle Church.

Eric on the stage didn't give everyone's specific names, and he also repeatedly stated that this was just a reckless young man doing bad things with good intentions.

But under the guidance, everyone who has nowhere to vent their emotions has believed this one-sided truth.

"Yeah, Liam City was so peaceful a few months ago, but look at what happened recently, the clock tower was blown up, Cross Street was attacked, and then, what will happen next?"

The existence of Transcendents is considered a semi-open secret in this class, and it didn't take long for people to start discussing demon hunters, and even heard someone mention Sigmund's name.

"Sir, please come with me. Master Igor is waiting for you upstairs." The voice of the priest came from beside him, and Wallace followed the other's footsteps in a daze until he reached the door of a room on the upper floor of the chapel.

"What are you going to do?" As soon as he saw Igor, he couldn't help asking.

"Don't you already know?"

"Marek said you didn't hit the blasphemer and drive it away."

"Of course not." Igor Green sat quietly at the table, filling his cup with black tea.

"Need some sugar?" he asked casually before looking up at Wallace.

"We didn't drive him away, but killed him!" He emphasized in a firm tone.

"You're doing this...Marek won't agree with this kind of statement!" Wallace clenched his fists, and he felt undisguised contempt from the other party's gaze.

"That's not important." Igor Green signaled Wallace to sit down, and slowly took a sip of the black tea he made himself.

"The important thing is you, what about you? How would you choose, and would you support my statement?"

"You want me to lie for you?!"

"Not for me, but for yourself!" Igor pointed to Wallace, "The emotions of the city councilors and nobles need a catharsis, and I have provided the best target, a dead person."

"Don't be in a hurry to reject me, think about it carefully, you will find that my plan is good for everyone, us, yourself, the grieving city councilors and nobles, Marek, even the dead Sig Mongolian."

Igor's eyes were sharp, and the words he said penetrated into Wallace's ears like poisonous snakes, firmly occupying his brain.

Wallace is very sober, he knows that this is not a supernatural ability, but a choice of a sober person in a normal situation.

"Marek won't agree." When he said this, Wallace collapsed on the chair like a deflated ball.

Igor, who was sitting across from him, smiled and used Marek as an excuse. He knew that, at least on a spiritual level, Wallace had given in.

"That's not what you need to worry about." He took a sip of tea slowly.

"Don't worry, he will agree."

"Impossible, Sigmund is dead, and Marek will never allow anyone to tarnish his reputation!" Wallace argued loudly.

oh?

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Igor smiled, but said nothing.

At the same time, while Marek was waiting anxiously outside the church, a carriage drove into the lower city and stopped in front of Lawrence's room.

The car door opened, and a girl came out with a suitcase.

Teresa is back.

How can a Tier 6 die with dignity? ┐(-｀)┌