"But I think you're hiding somebody."

Lan En, who was leaning against the cliff wall with his hands on his chest, did not move, but suddenly raised his mouth.

Verdorink's body, which was about to leave, froze for a moment, and then resumed his movements.

He waved his hand without looking back.

"It's just an appointment that hasn't reached the appointed time yet, we all have our own things to do in this declining world, leave me old fellow alone, let's go our separate ways, Lann."

"May the flames protect you, goodbye."

Fodolynk untied the strip of crimson cloth that had just been wrapped around the archbishop and threw it to Lane.

Then he disappeared into the rugged and winding path of the mountain without looking back.

In the mountain breeze, Lan En, who was originally holding his hands on his chest, raised his hand slightly, and the crimson strip of cloth flying in the air was held in his hand.

"Decadence. The world? ”

The witcher raised his eyes, and from the mountain path, the dim yellow sky seemed to have remained unchanged. No change in light angle, no change in light intensity, like a loss of hope.

Lane pocketed the crimson strip of cloth and naturally followed the team.

The people in the convoy didn't say a word about his joining, didn't even look at it, just walked with their heads buried in themselves.

Archbishop Klimt, who led the convoy, said that the main purpose was to 'welcome back the unknown goddess'.

But such a large convoy, in today's increasingly chaotic world, finally managed to get together a sortie, of course, the more things to do, the better.

So in this convoy, there are some special things to transport together.

It was a mass of dead bodies, emaciated and withered even more than the lumberjacks Lane had seen for the first time.

Their bodies were stretched to about the height of Lann, but they were so thin that they could see the space between their ribs.

In the hollow eye sockets, there are no moist eyeballs, and the originally full eyeballs are now dry and pasted at the bottom of the eye sockets.

Most of these corpses had holes in their chests, as if they had been stabbed to death by spears, and there were no signs of struggle from the wounds, clean and neat.

These are supposed to be the 'undead seeking liberation' who have just been disposed of and shipped out of the undead settlements.

Walk together with the convenience and safety of the convoy.

The bodies were placed on several wagons at the end of the procession.

Some were sealed in coffins and the lid of the coffin was trapped with chains. Some are stuffed directly into the carriage.

In the convoy, except for the church knights who looked like iron towers. It can also be seen that there are some people with combat effectiveness, and they all follow these corpse trucks.

It seems to be in case of the sudden resurrection of these undead and the riot can be dealt with in time.

And in the convoy, the believers were everywhere.

They wore robes and hoods of a religious nature, but the patterns and textures were far worse than those of Archbishop Klimt, indicating their rank in religion.

Some of these people carried large flags, some small ones, mostly with a crimson base and a kind of diamond-shaped pattern depicted with gold stripes on them. Seems to be some kind of emblem.

More Christians simply clasped their hands together in front of their chests, whispered silent prayers, and followed suit.

But the most striking thing about the entire convoy was not the piles of undead corpses, nor the devout believers and guarded warriors. It's a special bunch of things.

It was a bunch of big, fleshy-looking bugs.

Or maggots.

Their whole bodies have turned into flesh-colored bugs, wriggling and hypertrophied. Only the upper body retains two arms and a head and neck.

It's just that on those faces, the facial features are also distorted like melted wax, and only a few roughly outlined holes remain.

If Lan En had seen these maggots in the wild, he would probably have drawn his sword first and then looked at the situation.

But now, the twisted maggots were walking and writhing and crawling in the convoy.

A few of them had a staff similar to a religious ritual instrument in their hands to support their upper body.

The maggots did not seem to be low, and the believers surrounded them in the middle, only behind the frame of the goddess.

"Those who are devotees of the goddess [Rosaria]."

"Believers who have undergone the 'ritual of rebirth' and are walking in the process of being reborn."

Suddenly, a gentle, aristocratic male voice spoke to Lan En beside him.

Because he thought that he was 'barely counting' a fighting force, Lan En consciously followed the group of warriors at the end of the convoy, guarding the corpses of the undead.

He was one of the people who accosted him.

Lan En looked down to his side, this was also a man of normal stature. It's just his outfit

It reminded Lan En of the hunters of Yanan.

A black fur coat, leather gloves, leather boots, metal parts to enhance the protection of key parts, a tricorne hat on his head, and a silver mask on his face that only shows his eyes.

As far as Lan En saw in this world, everyone was still dressed in the era of knights, and armor or regular clothes were all in the style of this era.

And this guy's Victorian outfit is undoubtedly conspicuous.

He also appears to be a believer in Goddess Narosalia.

Because of his current tone, Lane felt like the Eternal Flame Missionaries preaching from village to village.

It's just that those Eternal Flame preachers are impassioned and hate-mongering, but this guy is in a good tone and doesn't hurry.

But at the end of the day, he was still a 'missionary'.

"This goddess's name is Rosaria?"

Rann twisted his face back, not showing any particular interest.

"Exactly, Mother of Rebirth, Rosaria. My name is Leonard, and I am a knight who serves the goddess. ”

In line with Lanne's experience, the role of 'missionary' will keep shaking out as long as you show no salty curiosity about what he says.

If you are too enthusiastic, he will feel that you don't need to spend your energy on you, you will come yourself.

If you are too cold, he doesn't think there's any need to waste time with you, and he can't talk about it anyway.

Lan En's current attitude is exactly the kind that needs to be fought for.

"The goddess has the power of [rebirth], and as a warrior, I think you must be able to understand the necessity of the so-called [rebirth]."

Leonard introduces his goddess to new contacts in a non-hurried voice.

"Not talented enough to go further. The brutal fighting led to disability and bruises, and the old age was painful, weak and desolate. These are the inevitable fates of the warriors. ”

"But as long as you perform the [Rebirth Ritual], then you can bring experience and strength to a new life!"

"An ugly man can become handsome, and a short man can become tall"

Leonard's words were seductive, and his voice was as smooth as a dream.

(End of chapter)

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