The next day was a good day. The sun was shining from the morning, and the high mood of the villagers was the same. Today they can go home and continue their lives with peace of mind.

Last night they had used all the food they had saved for a celebratory party, and Brother Bangbu took out a barrel of wine that had been quietly treasured for a long time. Everyone sang and danced around the campfire. Although Asa did not join them, he could still feel the simple joy and attachment to his homeland.

Early in the morning, the villagers helped the old and the young to take everything they could to the meadow to the east, ready to receive the gift of pardon and tax exemption. The minister said that he could only be pardoned if he saw him, so everyone had to go.

Rodhart kept talking about how noble and learned the minister was. He is said to have been a noble scholar who was well-known in the royal capital, conducted academic studies at the seminary, and wrote several books on faith and theology. This completely convinced Rodhardt. And because of his own mediation, such a great man was able to get out of the predicament, and also solved the plight of the villagers. Such extraordinary feats have kept his excitement from yesterday to today.

I walked in and out of the woods for a long time. It was almost noon, and Asa and the villagers walked out of the woods where they lived, and walked to the meadow where the minister had designated them to wait.

Walking into the meadow, Asa saw the lost forest on the other side of the meadow. Just at first sight, he was completely sure that this was the place he was looking for.

It does look like a forest with something different. The trees were tall and looked ancient, and the other trees around them seemed to automatically give way to the forest, leaving a meadow in the middle. The entire forest exuded a strangely thick aura that was awe-inspiring.

The closer I got, the more pronounced and strange this feeling becomes. Asa could even feel the entire forest rejecting him. There is no malice, but there is a heavy and majestic momentum.

Getting closer, Asa realized that it was a very large and majestic forest. Each tree needs at least several people to be able to hold it. The curved trees and branches show an endless sense of simplicity and magnificence, and the mist drifts through the trees, and the sunlight leaking from the branches and leaves forms slanted pillars of light one by one, cutting through the light gauzy mist. There was not a single cry of birds and beasts in the forest.

Don't come near here. Asa seemed to hear the silent cry of the whole forest. He could almost feel the intimidation on his skin as he got so close. Asa remembered the metaphor of Levine the Hunter, which sounded puzzling at the time, but now it seemed so apt that it was like a huge and majestic ancient giant god looking down on you, and it was a pressure to even think about this great majesty.

"Is this the place? Whispering Forest. Asa said almost to himself.

"Yes, this is the Whispering Forest. A voice that seemed to be a crowd of people screaming desperately at the same time replied.

Asa turned around to see that the villagers had already stopped, standing in a heap in the middle of the meadow, and no one was looking. The strange voice came from a nearby man not far from him.

It was a man dressed in a red robe, and like Asa, he stood not far away facing the mysterious forest in front of him. The red robe was worn by Asa when he was disguised as a hunchbacked lame in the royal capital, and every part of his body was covered as much as possible. But the slight difference is that his face is still on the outside.

It looked like it was just the kind of face that could be seen everywhere on the street, and there was an expression on it, and the eyes were moving shinyly, but Asa felt that this face did not match the strange aura that emanated from his whole person. The face was the same as the thousands of dead and stinking poisonous snakes stuffed under the robes, a dangerous aura that seemed to stench of corpses.

"Do you want to go in?" asked the red-robed man in his strange voice.

"Yes. Asa replied warily.

The red-robed man didn't seem to pay much attention to him, still looking into the depths of the forest, and said, "Don't worry, I'll take you in after a while." His voice was not loud, but it seemed to come out of his throat with great force, and it was so hoarse that it seemed like a thousand people were wailing at the same time.

Asa suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

None of the villagers noticed what was going on in Asa's side. They subconsciously did not look at the forest, and even if they remembered to take a look, the imperceptible but very definite sense of rejection immediately made them turn their heads, and they were not even interested in talking.

And now they're also focusing on their own business. The sound of horses' hooves rumbling from afar came near, and dozens of horsemen burst out of the forest. "Lord Chincha is here. Rodhart saw that one of them was the Chincha.

"Why are there so many people?" Hunter Levine looked at the cavalry all armed with armor and swords, and was terrified. "It won't be ....."

"No, it won't. Lord Chincha has already said that he will pardon everyone. How could a man of such stature and knowledge come back on his word? I was disturbed by you last time, and of course I dare to come with a guard now. "Rodhart reassures everyone.

But the cavalry was clearly not just guarding, they rushed straight to the villagers, and when they reached the villagers, they scattered in all directions, forming a circle, and surrounded twenty or thirty villagers in the middle. Then the minister and a fat man who looked like an official came over on horseback.

"What's going on, Lord Chincha?" asked Rodhart.

"You can come out, knight. The minister nodded at him. Rodhart walked over. "For the sake of your noble character and good education, you can be completely dismissed from the sins of knowing this gang of bandits. ”

Rodhart cautiously asked, "Then ..... they?"

The minister naturally said, "Naturally, he will be executed." Hearing this, the villagers screamed.

"But you promised to pardon them. Rodhart said hurriedly.

The minister raised his head with great self-esteem, and said in a voice full of superiority: "This is wisdom, if I don't say that, will they let me go?" ”

The fat man who looked like an official sighed in a tone of admiration next to him: "My lord, your plan is amazing. If you go to the battlefield, you must be an invincible general. You are such an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, you are really a pillar of the country. ”

The minister smiled and nodded, and said modestly: "I am just a scholar and a scholar, and I am not suitable for fighting. Speaking of pillars, you can count on Lord Dowt, I have visited so many places, and the situation here is one of the best, and the construction of a chapel shows that you are devotion to God. ”

"You saw it yesterday, and they all apologized to you and admitted their mistakes. Doesn't that mean they're still good civilians?" Rodhart knelt down and pleaded. Expectations were the opposite of reality, and the sudden change was completely unacceptable to him.

"Of course I remember. As a reward for my apology, I will also execute them so that they will not suffer the loss of their loved ones. You know, when punishing a pagan village, it is common to put children to death first, so that those who disrespect the gods will feel the greatest pain in their hearts, so as to cleanse their ugly souls. ”

"I've heard that you invented it, my lord," asked the fat man respectfully.

The minister's face was filled with a look of pride. "That's what I thought about when I was studying books in seminary. Let the souls of the heathen feel this baptism of pain while they are alive, so that they may atone for their sins as soon as possible in hell. ”

The fat man squeezed the fat on his face into a flattering smile and exclaimed, "You are so merciful and wise. ”

Rodhart's voice was already a little crying. "But they are not infidels. Didn't I tell you the truth yesterday?"

The minister was already a little impatient. "They are not yet, but what about the future, since they have come to kidnap a minister for some money and food, it is a sign of no law in the eyes. And I've looked into it," he said, pointing to the fat man next to him with the majesty of a judge. "They are completely slandering this incorruptible magistrate. Lord Dow levied a small tax among the people in order to build a chapel for the city. This is a feat for God. Not only did they not pay this glorious tax, but they also slandered such a pious Dawd, which shows that they have no God's teaching and gratitude in their hearts. As a theologian, I can tell that such souls are most susceptible to temptation from the devil. Putting them to death before they become infidels serving the devil is the best way for them. ”

He turned to the fat man who called Dowt and said, "But why do you insist on putting them to death here, Lord Dowt?

Fat Dowt said: "That's because a philanthropic gentleman visited me more than ten days ago. He said that he was worried that our cemetery would not be enough, and that it was not appropriate for the pagans to be buried with God's people, and suggested that we bury them here, and he gave us a silver coin for each corpse. That's why I suggest that these bandits be put to death here. It would take a lot of effort to bring so many corpses. ”

The minister said with a worried look on his face, "Such a strange thing, are you sure that he is not an infidel?"

The magistrate Daute hurriedly shook his head, the fat on his face shook with him, and said, "No, I will use all the money he gave me to build our chapel." People who spend their money on such a meaningful cause must have great feelings. Did you say yes?"

The minister nodded, turned his head to look at the trembling villagers, and said in a gifted tone: "You have heard, your corpse will also add to the construction cost of the city chapel, which is also your honor." He waved at the cavalry with a gesture that looked like some kind of etiquette. "Alright, put them to death. ”

Dozens of cavalrymen drew their weapons and slaughtered the villagers in the middle, mostly old and young, women and children, like slaughtering livestock. Screams and screams erupted from these defenseless bodies.

"Stop. Rodhart jumped up from the ground. Immediately, the swords of three horsemen rested on his neck, and the cavalry behind him struck him to the ground with a slam blow from the hilt of his sword.

The minister looked at it and said with pity, "It seems that your loyalty to the law and your faith in God are not as good as your feelings for these bandits. Despite your merits, I am compelled to put you to death as well, lest you tarnish the glorious title of knight. ”

Although he was kidnapped yesterday, with a little trickery, he immediately and easily wiped out this group of bandits. Listening to the screams of these infidels, the minister felt that what Dot had just said made sense, and that he might really be able to become a general. Suddenly, he saw a person rushing from the edge of the forest in the distance, so he was really as powerful as a general and waved his hand to a few cavalrymen around him: "There is still an enemy there, who will take his head." ”