The Green Goblin?

Carlo sneered, it should be the Holy Sect of Life.

He remembered that the "Sleeping Beauty" he had killed at the beginning had this kind of power, a kind of power full of life, able to manipulate plants.

The Reincarnated Son is also called the Son of Divine Grace, but unfortunately this one is not.

Because the tattoo on Carlo's arm had not yet been heated, it had been heated once, but the Son of Divine Grace no longer had the slightest attraction to Carlo now, so he let it go.

What does the dark church do to capture these divine seeds and weed out heresy?

Carlo didn't think about it again, nodded faintly at Iggy, and got into the carriage.

Apparently Iggy had put a lot of effort into currying favor with himself, and the carriage was covered with thick wool cushions, melons, fruits, and snacks, and two delicate maids kneeling beside him.

Carlo was slightly satisfied, and pulled a young girl by his hand, lay down on the blanket, and his big hands roamed freely over her tender and soft body.

The grand convoy circled the city of Crows, and it was Iggy's idea to parade the reincarnated son of the Green Goblin.

The streets were lined with civilians watching the excitement, who had already arrived early to take their seats, ready to throw their stuff and enjoy the event.

As soon as the convoy appeared at the street corner, the invective began to pour out like a tidal wave.

"This damn bitch, look at his ugly face, it's disgusting.."

"He's still living in the same place as us, O god of darkness, rain down sulfuric acid to kill this shameless bastard."

"It's a pity that I can't see him tied to the stake and burned alive, it's a pity.."

A bearded man jumped to his feet in the crowd and shouted, "It's me, the one who sent him to prison, this monster, who wants to cast evil magic on me."

Sharp stones and red-hot coals were thrown like rain on the poor young man in the prisoner's car, and some people brought out boiling water, but unfortunately they couldn't get far, and all of them were sprinkled on himself and the civilians watching the excitement next to him, provoking a resentful curse.

The people who have been oppressed and exploited all day long took advantage of this rare opportunity to vent their resentment and dissatisfaction in their hearts, and the parade turned into a tyrannical carnival, and the crowd fell into a kind of morbid madness.

Even as he lay in the carriage, Carlo could feel the twisted, resentful, crazy, and vicious emotions that permeated the air around him.

What a wonderful scene for the unfortunate to rejoice in the more unfortunate.

The intricate tattoos on his arms suddenly became hot, and Carlo opened the window of the carriage at random, and saw a pair of painful and indignant eyes staring at the people in the prisoner car and the people who were reveling around him.

Sure enough, it was him.

Carlo smiled, withdrew his gaze, and lay comfortably into the soft embrace behind him.

...

From the City of Crows to the City of Blackbries, there is a large area of forest and the edge of the mountain range, which is no longer within the scope of the Dark Diocese, so the group is a little cautious.

The wagon stopped somewhere in the forest, and the guards fed the horses and water, chopped down trees with knives and axes, lit bonfires, and set up camp.

"Legend has it that the depths of the jungle are inhabited by dwarves, hill giants, elves, and magical fairies and evil witches...

Of course, these are all cowhides that some lowly and vulgar adventurers brag about in the tavern when they get drunk, and who knows if it's true or not... Huh.."

Iggy carefully flipped over a tender fawn leg on the fire, sprinkled with sour fruit powder, blueberry juice, and various seasonings, and gossiped to Carlo.

"The era of magic and witches has long passed, and it is said that before the establishment of the Lore Empire, during the period when the Holy See of Light fell under the hands of the dark god, there were traces of witches in many kingdoms on the continent...

They will disguise themselves as ugly old women shaking spinning wheels to bless or curse newborn children, they will turn into beautiful and sexy women to seduce kings, and some even like to make ugly girls queens and princes into frogs...

Your Excellency, you say, how interesting this is."

Iggy laughed as he spoke, and he was happy to say that he had been the best cook in the past, and that he had been transferred to Crow City to become a bishop because he had curryed favor with the archbishop of a certain diocese.

"It is said that Empress Sophia raised seven ugly dwarf slaves back then, all of them had their tongues cut out, they were old and ugly, and Empress Sophia's favorite thing to do was to cry while beating them, and I don't know who made up the story, haha.."

Carlo listened to it interestingly, and he unexpectedly found that he actually missed Sophia, Snow White, what a beautiful name, she was still Carlo's first plaything in his life.

"My lord, you can taste it."

Iggy cut a piece of roasted meat from the fawn's leg, stuck it in his silver knife, and respectfully handed it to Carlo.

Then he looked left and right, and muttered, "There is red wine, that is."

Iggy's gaze unconsciously fell on the two girls beside Carlo.

The two girls knew about Iger's cruel and strange habits, and when they looked at him with cold eyes, they suddenly turned pale with fright, and sat on the ground trembling.

Carlo tore off a piece of roast meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, glancing at Eagle lightly.

Iggy was excited, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile, and said, "Forget it, save it for the night to warm the bed for adults.."

Carlo ate a slice of roast meat, tasteless, simply threw the rest on the ground with the silver knife, yawned, and lazily waved his hand towards the largest tent in the camp, and the two girls hurried to follow.

Igg's voice was faintly heard behind him: "Is the deer blood left behind from the killing of the deer still there?

It was late at night, the campfire in the center of the camp shone brightly and darkly, and from time to time there was a howl or two of unknown beasts in the distant forest.

"Thirst . . . thirst.."

The dozing night guard woke up suddenly, drew his long sword and looked around vigilantly, and found that the sound came from the prisoner cart not far away, and looked back at the tent where a strange gasping sound was being heard, and walked to the prisoner cart with a curse, and a shivering young man curled up inside.

The young man was covered with bruises, burns, whip marks, and knife wounds, all of which were scarcely good, and he was miserable.

It's a miracle that he hasn't died until now.

"Water . . . I want to drink water.."

The young man trembled and stretched out a dirty arm, his lips chapped on his upturned face.

The Night's Watch responded to his request with a fierce scabbard.

"Damn, I still want to drink water.. It's an adult, and you're going to be thrown out to feed the wolves right now."

The guard poked him twice, and the young man let out a muffled snort of pain, and a few crisp sounds, it was a broken rib.

"Don't you want to drink water?

The guard's eyes suddenly lit up with a vicious and cruel light, he unbuckled his belt, and a warm and smelly liquid fell on the young man's body, and the guard's smug chuckle sounded in the darkness: "Is it delicious? Uncle's urine is expensive.. Haha"