Edson and Holuff stood side by side in the shadows.

In front of them was a cobblestone alley, and at the end of the alley was the shrine of the 'Lady of Calamity'.

Usually it is covered with sewage and mud.

Even a few priests in the temple cleaned it every day, but it was difficult to do it.

Can now?

Not only clean, but also full of godly people.

Everyone was so religious, on their knees, with their hands folded, and chanting words.

It seems to have forgotten the fear and disgust that comes every time I pass by.

"People, it's always realistic."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Horuff's eyes.

As a demon hunter, he has experienced this thing I don't know how many times, and in different people, experiencing the same thing, if it weren't for the demon hunter's faith being tenacious enough, it would have collapsed long ago.

Still, there is a bit of a complaint.

Witchers are not saints.

They're just a bunch of poor guys in a way.

Who wants to be a witcher if they don't lose something important?

Even many witcher parents would consider sending their children to ordinary people's homes.

It's a pity that none of them ended up doing so.

Reluctant.

Blood is thicker than water after all.

Also, even in the homes of ordinary people, there will be dangers.

Evil monsters are not picky eaters.

If you encounter it, it will not end well.

It's better to follow your side and learn enough self-protection skills.

Then, wait until adulthood to make a decision.

Of course, every adult descendant of a witcher basically becomes a witcher.

Under the influence of ears and eyes, young people always embark on the path of their parents.

Admittedly, some rebellious guys always think it's handsome.

Then, he was mixed by his parents and still did not repent.

"People are inherently contradictory."

"It's not just them."

"So do we."

Edson sighed.

After decades of imprisonment, this old witcher has a tenacity and open-mindedness that other witchers do not have, and when he sees the scene in front of him, there is no sarcasm except emotion.

Or rather, the old witcher was more concerned about other things.

His eyes were on the end of the temple.

There......

Everything remains the same.

The priests were stunned by the situation and did nothing to respond.

The statues in the temple have no brilliance and need someone to wipe the dust off them.

"Nothing has changed."

"That's really ...... Hey. ”

Horuff also saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help but shake his head.

In the case of the Black Plague, the temple of the Lady of Calamity was crowded when it was first built.

It's just that over time, people quickly discover how different this lady is.

Believers who do not respond to themselves.

Not to mention empowering believers.

Even the statue created for her does not have the 'divine radiance' it deserves.

Initially, it was only thought that this was a test for the 'Lady of Calamity'.

But a year, two years, and three years passed.

Everything is still the same.

The 'Calamity Lady' didn't even glance at her own followers.

On the other hand, in the 'Temple of the God of War', a group of new believers have completed their baptism and gained power that ordinary people do not have.

In contrast, the temple of the 'Lady of Calamity' began to decline in the fifth year.

Coupled with the help of someone in the back, soon, there were only a few truly devout believers left here, with no power, only believers who acted as handymen It is precisely because of this that they can exist.

Ten years later, people's perception of 'Ms. Calamity' is only jealous and disgusting.

If it weren't for this 'plague', people would have just continued their attitudes.

Ultimately?

After two or three generations, the 'Lady of Calamity' will be 'qualified'.

If you want to turn over, it will be very difficult.

Without a doubt, that's what the Temple of War wants to see.

But in the end it failed.

The plague has struck again.

Moreover, it broke out in the cathedral of the 'Temple of the God of War'.

People gathered in front of the church of the 'Lady of Calamity' and prayed.

Although the lady did not and would not pay attention, as death came, more and more people would only come here.

Horruf was already able to think of such a picture.

He didn't have much thought about it.

Both the 'God of War' and the 'Calamity Lady' are dangerous in the eyes of this retired old witcher.

The 'priesthood' of both speaks volumes.

The former needs to constantly wage 'wars' in order to become stronger and stronger.

Peace?

It doesn't exist.

And the latter?

It's even more dangerous.

Compared to the 'God of War', who has joys and sorrows, the latter is like a 'beast', and until now it can only 'hibernate' in the south according to instinct, without any divine ability, but with similar strength.

Of course, the other side was not initially like this.

The first born opponent, like the 'God of War', has normal human-like emotions and is able to move at will.

But when the witchers got involved, it was all different.

The leader of the wolf faction.

At the cost of her own life and a Demon Hunter Inheritance Hallow, she made that lady what she is now.

Similarly, the Southern Councillors of the Silent Night Order were implicated.

Naturally, this situation cannot be eternal.

But there is no problem in maintaining it for a hundred years.

Horuff knows this.

Edson knows that too.

They're here today just to investigate further.

It was the order of the heir of the Serpent Sect.

The Serpent heir needs to know exactly what the plague has to say.

In fact, without Qin Ran's orders, the two of them would also come.

In the face of the plague, no one will be careless.

"That lady is still in the state of a 'beast', and more people gather here, which will only cause unnecessary trouble."

"If the plague breaks out......"

"It's just going to kill more people!"

Horuff, who had personally experienced the 'Black Plague', became worried.

"Are you going to persuade them, then?"

Edson asked.

Suddenly, Horuff smiled bitterly.

Persuade?

You have to listen to that.

He can be assured that if he really tries to persuade him, he will definitely be driven out by a group of 'devout Calamity lady believers'.

How many grumpy ones have you encountered?

Then you will be beaten by a bunch of people.

"Let's go."

"Go to Colin."

"He should have a better way of coping."

As he spoke, Edson walked towards the camp of the Mist Church.

Horuff glanced at the growing crowd again, and finally sighed and followed.

……

Temple of the God of War, Cathedral.

Dinner took place in an atmosphere that was so quiet that it was oppressive.

Thump!

Suddenly, a deacon, who was drinking soup, fainted and fell to the ground.

The spoon landed on the ground with a crunching sound, making a louder crunching sound.

It's like throwing a pebble into a calm lake.

Rumble!

The entire cafeteria quickly covered their mouths and noses, and dodged the deacon in an evasive manner.

But there is one person who is different.

While everyone is dodging.

A man rushed over.

Gino!

This young knight who gradually gained prestige in the Temple of the God of War and was recognized by many people.

I saw him help the deacon who had fallen into a semi-comatose state to his feet.

"Can you hear me?"

Gino asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes."

"I'm fine."

"No, don't burn me."

The deacon was very weak and his brain was a little confused, but his instinct to survive allowed him to express himself clearly.

"Don't worry."

"You're not going to be burned."

Gino assured.

Then he picked him up by the waist and rushed towards a corner room in the cathedral.

Everyone got out of the way in panic.

But when they saw the back of the Mercedes-Benz, they all showed complicated expressions.

Admire?

Some.

Taunt?

There are some.

Disdain?

There are still some.

People are always so complicated.

These people are, and so is Gino.

As the culprit for all this, his guilt was completely unfolded after the Privy Counsellor ordered the burning of those infected with the plague.

I just want to live!

He kept telling himself.

Then go and ask the Privy Council to take care of those who are infected with the plague.

Expiation?

I can't say.

But Gino knew he would feel better about it.

Moaning and babbling filled the corner.

It used to be one of the storehouses of the Temple of the God of War, and at this time it was begged by Gino to come and became a temporary care center.

There were nearly 100 people inside.

Plus this ...... he was holding

A hundred, right?

Gino thought to himself.

He didn't count the exact number of people because he was worried about the decline in those numbers.

Squeak.

The heavy wooden door opened.

Several people in the warehouse who were still awake raised their heads, and when they saw Gino walking in with people in his arms, these people showed gratitude on their faces.

Gino smiled.

Then, immediately lower your head.

He didn't dare to look directly at such gratitude.

After arranging the person in his arms into a bed, Gino immediately began to check and take care of the remaining people.

Only in this way can he feel a little less guilty.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Knight Gino."

Everyone who is cared for by Gino will thank him as long as he is still awake.

Whether it is a noble priest, or an ordinary deacon or knight, they will send sincere thanks.

There is nothing false about it.

Because they knew that it was the young man in front of them who saved them from being burned alive.

Every thank-you was like a pinprick in Gino's heart.

He felt like it was getting harder to breathe.

To do this, he had to do more.

Then, more thank-you voices appeared.

He tried again to take care of more people.

It's like a vicious circle.

Of course, only Gino himself knows.

Others?

It was as if they had seen a real knight.

has noble qualities, like a knight in a biography.

The moonlight shone in through the window, and a layer of noble light appeared on the other person's body.

A few priests who watched all this silently looked at each other and sighed in a low voice.

"Compared to him, we are really despicable."

The priest said.

There was no one to refute, and the younger priest wanted to refute, but his lips moved slightly, and he said, 'This is the order of the Privy Councillor.'

They are guards.

Motor acceded to Gino's request, but that didn't mean the privy council didn't have any precautions.

The other party knows very well how terrible these people are with the infectious plague.

The slightest carelessness is a catastrophe.

Therefore, the necessary measures are inevitable.

In the same way, some covert orders are also necessary.

For example, if an infected person leaves without permission, there will be no mercy.

However, this does not mean that the privy council is not actively seeking a solution.

You know, these are all important assets of the crown.

As His Crown's most loyal believer, he will certainly protect these possessions.

So, from the moment the plague broke out, the privy bishop began to communicate with his crown.

As for the results?

Just look at the warehouses where the number of infected people is increasing.

The power of the god of war doomed the other party to be unable to fight the 'plague' in the true sense of the word, unless it took more power to drive out the 'plague'.

Can......

That's just a drop in the bucket.

A handful of people are okay.

Want to 'gift' all believers?

Totally impossible!

In fact, not to mention all believers, even the priesthood in the Cathedral of Etaninburgh cannot be completely enveloped.

What's more, with the emergence of the 'plague', that 'beast'-like opponent has become ready to move again.

'Tricks', 'conspiracy', 'destruction'!

Motor could clearly hear the roar under his crown.

There is no doubt that this is the hand of the man.

After they chose to unite, the other party began to attack without hesitation.

Otherwise, what else could it be?

Everything was too coincidental.

After the explosion of the Chekawan, Etandin VI fell ill, and then there was the plague of the 'Temple of War', one after another, one after another, and people couldn't cope with it, as if someone had arranged everything again.

"Do we have that 'spy' around us?"

Motor guessed.

Although their alliance is not absolutely hidden, it is not something that ordinary people can know.

And just as the privy councilor began to guess who the spy was, there was a knock at the door.

Yes, Carbiot.

The bishop in charge of the 'dark hall'.

The other is the deputy director of the 'Holy Inquisition'.

Who is the director?

Who else could it be besides Motor?

Dressed in a black robe, with a slightly old face, but particularly sharp eyes, Carbio spoke very simply as soon as he walked in.

"Your grace, you are too merciful."

A sentence without a beginning or an end.

Motor knew what it was.

"Gino is a talent."

"But we can't afford to lose the big with the small."

"And who's to guarantee that the warehouse is safe?"

"Don't forget that they breathe the same air as us!"

"It's safest to burn it."

After Cabbio's voice was calm, he looked straight at Motor.

After a few seconds, the privy councilor sighed.

"Over to you, Carbiot."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

With a bow, Carbio turned and walked away.

Looking at the vanishing back of Carbio, the privy bishop sighed again.

"I'm sorry, kid."

"All this is for the glory of my Lord!"