Chapter 018: Quasimodo

At this moment, a man of great ugliness, tall and powerful appeared from the temple, and he pushed away the crowd and rushed towards the girl. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHe's Quasimodo the 'Troll'.

Quasimodo wasn't really a monster, 'Troll' was nothing more than a nickname for him.

He's a freak/deformed look, and he blames it all on the Goddess of Nature, who resents her for not gifting him with the appearance of a monster.

He really couldn't control himself. "Go!" another voice commanded him in his mind. "Quasimodo, go get her!" the freak scurried towards the girl, knocking down one soldier after another who stood in his way.

William drew his sword to protect the maiden behind him, and the tall knight strode towards the freak/shapeshift.

In an instant, two tall and strong figures collided violently, startling the surrounding crowd.

The soldiers were only trying to surround them, and did not dare to come forward.

The strength of the two seemed to be evenly matched, but the violent impact just now made the powerful deformed/shaped-strange man look embarrassed.

Manid saw the scene that had just happened. He suddenly became a little interested in this deformed/deformed weirdo who had suddenly appeared.

The tall knight was protected by hard plate armor on his chest, while Quasimodo wore only a tattered cloth garment. With the collision of flesh and steel, the result can be imagined.

What intrigued Manid the most, what was this weirdo trying to do, and was he trying to hurt the girl?

The crowd that came to worship was surprised, and many people left in an instant. This also allowed Manid to leave calmly.

He thought to himself: it seems that in the face of precious life, everything is not so important, even faith can be discarded.

The battle between the freaks and the tall knights gradually fell to the upper hand. The plate armor on the chest of the tall knight also had obvious dents, and the strength of the deformed/shaped monster could be imagined.

Without this sturdy plate armor, perhaps the tall knight would not have had the upper hand.

At this moment, a soldier took the opportunity to stab Quasimodo in the back of the heel with a spear in his hand, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body, making him tremble.

The tall knight rests his sword around his opponent's neck. "Say, what did you just want to do?"

Quasimodo's two bulging, frightening eyes glared at each other, and he looked at the frightened girl with the same hatred and hostility.

And he didn't say a word about the other party's questioning. Because he didn't think about what he was going to do after catching the girl!

"Since he won't say anything, let the soldiers take him to the dungeon," Knight William suggested. "I'm sure the warden will have a way to get him to speak!"

The tall knight then ordered: "Take him down and put him in prison!"

"Yes, sir!" replied the leading sergeant. The freak/shaper was taken away by six spear-wielding soldiers, and their destination was the dungeon where Manid had stayed the night.

The crowd was quiet again, but it was much less crowded than before.

The tall knight and the William knight escorted the girl up the bright stone steps to the temple of the goddess standing on a high place.

Manid slowly withdrew his gaze. The girl is indeed very beautiful, just like a fairy.

In that moment, he did lose himself, and was silent in the girl's gentle and innocent smile. But when the girl showed a frightened face, he was freed from his loss.

"Hey, what are you doing?" someone said by patting him on the shoulder. "Are you looking at the goddess who is as beautiful as a fairy?"

Manid turned, and instead of answering the other man's teasing question, he asked, "Where did you just go?"

The bard replied helplessly: "There were so many people just now, I was so crowded by the crowd around me that I was almost out of breath, so I had to find a corner to catch my breath." ”

As he walked, Manid said with a smile, "I thought you were running away with the spear and shield I just bought!"

"How many gold coins are these two things worth?" said Niza, smiling at Manid as well. "Saying, you fished me out of the dungeon, can I, as a high-spirited poet, do such perfidy?"

Manid changed the subject. "Do you know the strange man who was escorted away by the soldiers just now?"

Niza said angrily, "How can I know that ugly deformed monster, why are you asking this?" he asked with a look of suspicion on his brow. "You don't want to recruit him too, do you?"

"He's strong, isn't he?" replied Manid nonchalantly. "And he looks scary, especially at night, and it can frighten a lot of people. ”

Niza gave an exaggerated expression. "Oh my God! What kind of logic are you doing?"

Manid said directly and clearly: "The reason is very simple, on the battlefield, his deformed/deformed face and tall body can also make the enemy feel fearful!"

The bard emphasized, "I tell you, I'm not going to be in the company of a monster!" and he reminded the other again. "Besides, this monster dares to attack the goddess official, I think eighty percent of them are going to be cut off their heads, I advise you not to think about it!"

"I didn't see him attack the Goddess," Manid noted. "All I saw was him knocking down a few soldiers and getting into a fight with a knight!"

"Man, though that's true," Niza declared. "But how to convict, it's not up to you, it's not for me to have the final say!"

"Then please tell me, who said it?"

"Of course it's the damn and greedy prison warden!"

"That's it!"

At this moment, near the Duke's mansion, Wiggins, who had been waiting for more than half an hour, was frowning and looking around at Manid's figure.

Located on a watchtower right in the middle of the city.

A middle-aged man with a noble appearance held a delicate wine glass, he gently pressed the rim of the glass to his lips, took a sip of wine, and then stood in front of the watchtower, looking at the pious people in the city at his feet and smiling slightly.

Although there was a smile on the corner of Duke Michod's mouth, his heart was not as smiling as it seemed.

In his eyes, those people who blindly follow the faith are simply thorns in his side, and the temple of the goddess standing on the street of the goddess is the thorn in the flesh.

In the hearts of the people of Swadia, life comes first, faith comes second, and obedience comes third.

In Duke Michod's mind, obedience must come first, and the ethereal thing of the gods simply should not appear in this world.

For him, if he wants to win the love of the people, he needs to eradicate their faith.

But in order for him to become the king of the Svadia kingdom, he needs to deal with not only King Haraus, but also those goddess officials who pretend to be goddesses. (To be continued.) )