Chapter 110: Women on the Stake: They Are Supporters of Heresy
The candlelight flickered in Vifiya's eyes, and she asked, "What happened here?"
Osa and the others couldn't help but look over, waiting for the old man's answer.
The old man closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he still spoke: "Go straight to the back of the mountain on the left and see for yourself."
Vifiya knew the old man's temper. She looked at her friends beside her. After they reached a consensus with their eyes, they said something to the old man and went out.
Along the way, the cold wind carried the dark and gloomy night as Vifiya and the others passed through the not-so-high back mountain. The closer they got to the back, the clearer the noisy voices became, mixed with a hint of blood and the smell of burning.
The familiar smell and the faint sound made Vifiya feel uneasy. The last bad experience in a certain life came to her mind, and her skin seemed to still retain the dense pain from that time.
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
"Kill this idiot!"
In the gaps between the weeds, the crowd in front was going crazy, the candlelight was bright, and in the center, the rising flames climbed up the person tied to the stake.
No, it's no longer clear that it's a person, there's more than one stake standing there.
A man pointed at the woman who had long been burned alive and shouted angrily, "This wanton woman! How vain she is, demanding the clerk give her her earnings! Oh, goddess, she's offending my rights! She collected the money in my name, so of course I have the right to receive her earnings! What a huge offense! An offense to the clerk, an offense to me! As her husband, I'm ashamed of this!"
The men restrained the other women, forcing them to stare at the dark figure without looking away.
The girls were so scared that they broke down and cried, but were hit on the head: "Why are you crying? You can't be like this woman when you grow up!"
"Everyone!" An old voice sounded, and the crowd suddenly became quiet intermittently. The child who was still sobbing had his mouth covered.
"They are all supporters of heresy, making deals with them to obtain abortion formulas! They are lustful, vain, and wasteful. They should be eliminated!"
Voices of agreement rose one after another.
The few people hiding in the dark were silent, shocked by what they saw and unable to speak for a moment.
Osha couldn't believe her ears. She had never thought that such words could come out of someone's mouth. She had only heard that women in Iskanar were not valued, but she had never imagined that their lives had become so difficult.
The women on the stake were already silent. Even if they wanted to do something, they shouldn't act rashly now.
They were not from Iskanar, and since it was their first day here, they shouldn't attract too much attention.
Vifiya's face was solemn, and she frantically searched through all the memories about Iskana in her mind.
Was Iskandar ever this crazy in the past?
No, not at all.
In the past, in Iskandar, women had a low status and the entire country excluded women, but it had not yet reached such a crazy level.
Was it something that had never happened, or had she stayed in the Segarot Empire for too long, leaving her with a vague impression of other countries?
Kaharun frowned as he looked at everything in front of him. The last time he and Isidore came here, Iskanara's hatred for women was far from being as blatant and malicious as it is now. What on earth had happened here in just a few years?
Arnold looked at Vifia and saw that she did not give any instructions, so he did not move. Compared with other people here, he was her knight and she was his first.
Seeing that they were all focused on the front, Isidore's eyes were indifferent. He secretly observed Vifiya's subtle expressions and flipped through the books on emotions he had studied in his mind. She was confused, surprised, and angry.
He lowered his head, and for the first time he wondered if he should show that emotion as well.
Vifiya said nothing, turned back silently, and walked towards the old man's stone house. Seeing this, Osha and the others followed her.
None of them spoke.
It was not until they returned to the old man's stone house that Vifia looked at the old man who was sprinkling something around the house. She was about to speak when the old man grabbed a handful of plants that were emitting gray smoke and waved them in front of them. Vifia turned her head slightly to prevent the smoke from reaching her eyes.
Osa and Kaharun subconsciously took a step back, while Isidore and Arnold stood there quietly.
Ignoring the reactions of others, the old man slowly handed her another herbal bag and said, "Take it with you and leave here tonight."
Vifiya's eyes followed the old man's movements. She held the old man's herbal bag firmly. Because of the tacit understanding they had with the old man in the past, she knew that he had not finished speaking.
"Women who leave their homes and work outside are often labeled as shrews and prostitutes."
Vifiya looked at the old man quietly.
"Go to the capital, Hov Yalin." He didn't explain the reason and looked at Isidore and Kaharun again. "Use the teleportation array directly."
Kaharun subconsciously became alert. He looked the old man up and down. He and Isidore had never used magic since they came here. How did he know?
The old man seemed to be truly looking at his so-called student companion at this moment. One of them had blue hair and blue eyes, and the blood of an elf, and was a mixture of magic and elf power that should not appear.
The magic power and elf power in her body were mixed together and ran rampant in her body, so she had to seal the elf power. The magic power happened to be affected by the sealed elf power, causing it to stagnate. It's not that there is no way to solve it, but she is not his student, so there is no need to worry about it.
If his stupid student begged him, he might still consider it for a while.
One is an ordinary human being. No, if you ignore the thin bloodline in his body, he is indeed ordinary in the East Continent. At most, he is only interesting in swordsmanship.
One is a magician with decent talent, but apart from his talent, there is nothing noteworthy about him.
Last one, the old man's turbid green eyes fell on the young man with green hair and silver eyes. He secretly felt a bit of interest. A person who should have died, a person who should have been buried in the past, a person who should have sunk before his fate came, his fate was rewoven.
If the descendants of the elves still have a future of living, then the world wants this man to die.
But not only did he not die, he is still alive today, and there is still a trace of divine aura in him...
But among all the dead futures, I found a living destiny.
The old man turned around, leaving only his back to Vifiya. This student of his was quite good at selecting people, and she was considered to have some skills in this regard.
Vifia was not surprised that he could tell that Isidore and the others were magicians. After all, his origins were a mystery, and she had no intention of delving into it.
He was one of the few people she could trust in her past sixteen lives.
She turned to look at Osa and the others and said softly, "I'll explain it to you later."
Several people understood what she meant. Isidore and Kaharun no longer minded that their identities were seen through by the old man. They believed in Vifiya, and she had her own reasons.
A magic circle lit up on the floor of the simple stone house. Before leaving, Vifiya clutched the herbal bag tightly, bowed to the old man's back, and said, "Goodbye, teacher."
Regardless of whether there will be a day when we meet again.
Everything returned to calm, and the old man was the only one left in the stone house. Noise came from not far away in the village, which was the villagers cheering for successfully killing someone.
The old man walked slowly to a clean, uneven stone wall with nothing hanging on it.
The wrinkled fingertips lightly scratched the left arm, leaving a large cut, blood and flesh flying, and milky white liquid flowed down the arm.
The old man's expression did not change, but suddenly, as if the air was leaking out, his entire skin flowed out with the liquid and lay flat on the ground like cloth.
The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and tiny wisps of white smoke were faintly rising from the things the old man had scattered on the ground.
The white smoke seemed to have life as it moved towards the skin, smoothing out the wrinkles bit by bit, and suddenly there was a bulge, like a quilt being lifted up, and the skin was brushed away by a hand.
The body, no different from that of a seven-year-old child, stood upright, its smooth and white body naked, adding a holy atmosphere to the simple stone house.
The body without any sexual characteristics stretched out, with ear-length white hair and a few strands of hair slightly curled up irregularly.
His emerald green eyes were clear and bright, as if they had planted the entire spring. He glanced at the skin bag on the ground.
It turned out that the opportunity was a student he had accepted without knowing when.
This body has completed its mission.
He poked his head and muttered to himself in confusion: "Where should I go next?"
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There was no bumpy transmission, and all I could see was pitch black.
A small flame appeared at Isidore's fingertips, and with the help of this light, Vifiya realized that they were teleported directly into a room.
After Isidore made sure they were all standing firmly, he walked to the side, opened the cabinet and looked around.
"We lived in Hov Yalin for a while before," Kaharun explained. "This was the house that Lord Salis bought."
As he spoke, Isidore came over with a candle in his hand. "The house is cleaned regularly by maids. You can stay here tonight."
After saying this, he looked at Vifiya, ready to listen to her arrangements.
Vifiya nodded. They would have to go through a little more trouble to re-enter the capital tomorrow. Unlike Yoko Village, they would need to be more cautious when entering the capital. At least someone had to witness their entry.
"Did you hear anything?" Osa suddenly asked, looking around, trying to hear the tiny sound that came into her ears.
Several people pricked up their ears when they heard this, and the only sound in the quiet stone house was the shallow breathing.
After a few seconds, Arnold put his hand on the sword at his waist and walked a few steps to Vifiya's side, facing a place that was too dark to see clearly.
Isidore stretched out his hand holding the candle, and the candlelight dispelled the darkness, where the door was.
"Someone is coming this way." Arnold looked alert.
As his voice fell, Vifiya and the others finally heard the sound getting closer and closer.
There was a cacophony of footsteps, sobbing, and rapid breathing.
The voice stopped in front of the wooden door.
Arnold tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and stared at the wooden door. Neither of them let down their guard.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
It was a rapid and extremely controlled knock on the door.
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