Chapter 389: Accident

Neither side was willing to give in. Even though the fur trader saw that Visen and his group were Norsemen, he did not back down.

On the contrary, he seemed to hope that Wesson would lose control of his temper and start a fight, so that he would have a chance to make the deal without spending a penny.

Of course, Weisen would not do what others wanted. He was confident that he could fight his way out of the city. The young men who wanted to live in the south with him did not have this ability.

He just closed the package, and this simple action successfully changed the vendor's color.

It seems that everyone in the south thinks that the Norsemen lack emotional control.

Vigilant of the gazes, some obvious and some hidden, Wessen prepared to bid farewell to this city that did not live up to its name and go to the Nord Territory, where the price of fur would be lower, but at least the people of the Nord Territory would not lower the price at will.

Lynch stood quietly beside Wessen, but the warrior never saw the lizard man.

It was not until the carriage slowly drove here and Lynch swept Weisen with his tail when he turned around that he realized there was an entity beside him.

He didn't recognize Lynch and almost pulled out his tomahawk.

The elven wizard in the carriage made the warrior hesitate for a moment, and after a difficult and brief recollection, he remembered the strange journey in the mirror.

Of course, he still didn't recognize Lynch because Lynch had changed so much.

Lynch had no intention of explaining. He just looked at the group of five people and left peacefully.

The archmage talked a lot with the former champion, but few people remembered that there was no racial distinction eight thousand years ago. Almost everyone was pessimistic about Visen's journey south. Teclis simply encouraged Visen's attempt and sent his sincere blessings. Lynch only hoped that the mage's blessing would be effective.

Perhaps it is not uncommon for these human cubs who have not yet grown into plunderers to break free from their restraints. The Norse race does exist in the Empire, but they are discriminated against.

It is not uncommon for discrimination to eventually push some desperate Norscans north, just like the mutants who joined the Beastmen warbands with hatred. Human xenophobia may protect themselves, but it may also bring enemies.

"The Erengrad are filthier than their fellows. This is not a nice place. They are as arrogant as the elves and more corrupt than the Skaven. Every dwarf knows it."

The conversation between the wizard and the warrior ended with the dwarf's loud voice, and the two parties who met by chance said goodbye again.

The carriage unknowingly drove to the high city area. The wooden houses on the slope facing the bay were more exquisite. They surrounded an extremely tall castle. The scratches on the castle's outer wall proved its history, but Lynch believed that this castle was not as old as some of the vampire black castles he had demolished in Sylvania.

"Why doesn't the Tsar clean up this city? What I mean is that an orderly Erengrad will bring more tax revenue to the Tsar." Eugen and the dwarf continued their chat.

He had been to Prague, where people had to offer blood sacrifices to certain entities but they also revered the Tsar. The local residents of Erengrad seemed a little different.

Eugen doubted whether the Tsar's envoy would be beaten up by passers-by while walking on the street.

The boyars have autonomy, but the boyars here don't seem to be in charge. Eugen seldom sees city guards, and they seem to be collecting tips at the city gate - if it weren't for the emblem of Valeri Boyar hanging on this carriage, Eugen's small treasury would probably be short of some money.

"How should I know? Why don't you ask me why humans live on the ground?" Sorian glanced at his companion in confusion. He was not a human, let alone a Tsar.

Lynch could guess some of the reasons.

This is the second largest trade hub in the human kingdom. The Tsar of Kislev has no control over the elves, nor can he govern the merchants from all over the world. The local boyars may not even be able to control the ice witches and witches who believe in ancient widows.

There are not so many bars in Gaocheng District. The upper class people prefer to hold cocktail parties in their own villas. Lynch can hear singing and laughter between the small buildings.

Even the streets were much cleaner and tidier. Some beggars would be driven away by servants coming out of the houses. It seemed that their masters were very kind-hearted and could not bear to see such a sad world.

This may also be the reason why the roads in Gaocheng District are unobstructed - if you park in front of the rich people's doors without permission, you will be driven away.

The Temple of Sharya stands in the north of Gaocheng District. Lynch hopes that the compassionate lady will not cast her gaze on the human world. The appearance of Erlengrad will break the heart of this fragile goddess. Her tears cannot wash away the sins of this city, but will only be exchanged for gold, silver and gems by her believers here.

The city is so magnificent. It leans against the sea, nestles against the hills, and stands proudly on both sides of the long river. The bridge in front of Lynch alone is nearly 100 meters wide, and it puts the wide and mighty Linsk River under its feet.

Ersun didn't want to hibernate here, and Verena also closed her eyes here, because this was the promised land of merchants. Its existence could feed the entire Kingdom of Kislev, and the leftovers from the transactions alone could make this barren land full.

The breath of Chaos is everywhere. The forces of Chaos also exist in this city. Apart from the temple city and the unconquered fortresses of the mountain dwarves, there are cults of Chaos Gods everywhere.

Killing cannot eliminate them, because the source of their radiation is always there.

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Lynch could roughly judge the number of cultists here. There were only ten people. Only ten people had dedicated their body and mind to the evil god.

But there are far more than ten Chaos believers, and many of them don't know who they are worshipping. If the Lizardmen want to find these people, they are powerless.

Perhaps half of the city is ignorantly praising the God of Life, or perhaps all the warriors are praising the Lord of Courage. Humans never care who their gods are, as long as the gods give them gifts.

If he wanted to find out some believers who knew about the evil god for sure, he could only wait for them to gather. However, Lynch didn't want to wait here for long. Even if he waited until they started to gather, he could only kill those who knew the truth. There were still countless fools spreading the name of the unknown god.

The ambassadors from the Elf District may be able to resolve the Lizardmen's doubts. Although the Asur are arrogant, they will not sit idly by and watch the spread of demons. They will definitely interfere with nearby authorities and secretly control the city.

If the ambassador himself is one of them, Lynch can only help the Phoenix King change an envoy.

The carriage entered the bridge connecting the two cities. The people living on the bridge were discussing recent major events as if it had nothing to do with them - the new Tsar seemed to be about to get married, and the bride was from Erengrad.

The Manavi believers who were preaching on the bridge talked loudly about the great flood of last year. The sect benefited greatly from the flood that almost engulfed the city last year, and they constructed dozens of new myths based on it.

(End of this chapter)