Nancy didn't do anything bad, she was telling the truth, a simple and irrefutable fact, but that weightless fact didn't make sense in front of the angry villagers.

Whatever was done, or nothing was done - it was the same for the villagers.

"Shut up! heresy! Why are you the only one in the village who is okay?!

The roaring frenzy swallowed up the justification at once, and there was no need for rational and calm thinking and analysis, without any investigation and evidence, just to look at the iron-clad face of the church priest.

Even the clergy who blessed the Mother Goddess could not escape the plague, and while everyone suffered from dizziness, nausea, or convulsions, a little girl had nothing to do, going back and forth between the village and the mulberry forest—a fact witnessed by the villagers, more than anything else.

Nancy Darwin - This maverick girl must have been a witch who cast a vicious curse on the village, and every villager was convinced of it.

"Get out, despicable witch, lift your curse on the village and confess your sins to the Mother Goddess! This is God's grace and God's mercy!

The priest of Khadr waved the sacred scriptures, and the statue of the Mother Goddess on the cover was only looking at his feet, and had no interest in the man who served him, and the noisy and scolding villagers stopped together, listening to the priest's speech in fascination, attracted by the passionate performance of the Mother Goddess's agent in the world.

Creature Cader, who roared like a stick, praised the god he served from the bottom of his heart, and in his 39 years as a priest, he had never thanked the gods so reverently as he did today.

What a good lamb, it's so suitable for carrying a black pot.

The holy and solemn Khader laughed - in his heart.

On weekdays, some strange ideas pop up from time to time, showing different behaviors from ordinary people, and there is no aristocratic blood.

Is there anything more appropriate to advertise as a source of calamity than for such an ordinary peasant girl to remain healthy while everyone is sick?

Just casually mentioning it in front of those suspicious fools, these hillbillies will go to find a sacrifice to vent their anger, and vent all their resentment and anger on this living sacrifice. In the midst of this frenzy, the mystery of the loss of the priest due to the disease, the responsibility for the failure to provide disaster relief, and the authority over the believers were easily overshadowed by the banner.

If this is done well, Khadell will be promoted for his merit in eliminating heretics. From this remote village to the big city to become a bishop, or to become a pagan inquisition, it is possible to enter the central Inquisition.

"Confess your sins quickly! Devils of hereticism! Unworthy offspring of mankind! Luther Darwin, if you don't hand over your demon daughter, your whole family will be judged by God!"

The expression of righteous indignation could not be inferior to that of Priest Kader. Sir Duvre's inner joy was no less than that of the old thing. Jazz happily weighed his wand, which he hadn't used for a long time, and stroked the celestial crystal at the tip and the ruby for decoration. The cruel sneer depicted at the corners of his distorted mouth sent a wave of palpitations to the feverish villagers.

After visiting the Sir Mansion and asking for his assistance, Priest Cadell had already packed up his possessions. Sir Duvre, who was about to board the carriage for Lüders, immediately understood this, abandoned his plan to escape, and came with his servants to surround Darwin's house.

The power of the aristocracy was based on force, that is, powerful magic, and they wanted to rule the land for a long time. The only way to show these foolish ants is the terrible power of magic.

The low-ranking nobleman weighing his wand winked at the priest, whose fat jaw twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Arrow of Fire!!"

Arrow-shaped flames grazed the stone walls one after another, and the deliberate misshooting technique left scorched black marks on the walls, and the unstable farmhouse shook, and the crowd that smelled the scorching smell became even more excited. They brandished their farm tools and weapons into the sky, and let out a beastly roar. The lords and priests, who had originally disguised their angry expressions just for the sake of performance, were also swept into the overheated vortex of passion, shouting hysterically together.

"Little people. ”

Albert, who was observing from afar, commented on the big men in the village.

It's just a disguise, and at such a time, the real big man will never mess up on his own. They will only confuse others, and then condescendingly overlook a qiē of the state of affairs, like the appearance of Kadeer and the like, can only be said to be funni.

The villagers' cousins were no better, and the lieutenant felt sick for a while as the idiots who moved blindly at the slightest incitement. Watch them throw debris through binoculars, laughing and foul language in the wind. The ugliness of human nature is revealed to Albert.

After all, the justice pursued by human beings is nothing more than a superficial thing of that level, and in order to forget the horror in their hearts and justify themselves, they seek living sacrifices for this.

Albert admitted that these people were victims. But the villagers didn't think about how to cheer up, and they worked together to get through the difficulties. Instead, take the time to offer yourself to the shrine that is being represented. How ridiculous and contemptible it is to self-righteous and indiscriminate violence, to call that kind of behavior justice, to think that oneself is the embodiment of justice.

"Every person in the world who claims to be righteous is an extremely dangerous terrorist, and human beings are a case in point. ”

Drawing on the aphorisms of the Archons, Albert was deeply aware of this.

True freedom and justice can only be achieved by a wise and strong leader, who leads a nation that can see the world dialectically, and who commands soldiers who arm their spirits with innovative thinking, and who creates the future with advanced civilization. Only Yalfheim, of His Excellency Li Lin, met these conditions.

Thinking so, the first stage of the village's madness - the honest peasant opened the door, and dragged her out by the hair with a frenzied look, and the girl let out a miserable cry, struggling and begging her father, but was still thrown out of the house like garbage by her own father, and before poor Nancy could run back and bang at the door, countless hands grabbed her.

"Human, it's stupid. ”

Not even the ridicule, Albert grunted.

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