Chapter 449: Little
Thief The turmoil had subsided by dusk. What Lin Qi didn’t expect the most was Eugen’s stall. The previous turmoil had not affected his business at all.
The dwarves were greatly affected. Until now, Sorian is still arguing with human officials as the "representative of foreign elders."
It might be difficult for outsiders to understand what he represents.
The aftermath of the war ended with a city-wide curfew. Now anyone entering or leaving Middenheim must undergo strict inspection, and all passers-by will be questioned.
The Church of Yurik does not trust the City Hall very much, and the City Hall is also unwilling to continue to fully trust the Church of the White Wolf.
The dwarves became a bridge for communication between the two. They exchanged information through the dwarf community. Lynch didn't quite understand the meaning of such confrontation.
I'm afraid Middenheim can only get back on track after the great nobles on the front line return.
According to the discussions of passers-by on the road, today's turmoil should be another major change after the "Mage War".
Many spellcasters were accused of practicing evil magic, and out of fear that they would, like Dieter Helsnicht a thousand years ago, accumulate strength and take revenge on Middenheim, these spellcasters were shouted at by indignant citizens to accept the death penalty.
They seemed to be extremely afraid of the Necromancer Dilt, the Doomsday Lord of the Shadow Forest, who was still a major concern for the people of Middenheim.
Lynch dared to guarantee that this turmoil affected many innocent people, just like the fools who wanted to publicly try witches. Some of them were clearly not wizards, but they were also burned to death in the square.
There were some accidents during the process. Real wizards would not surrender, even if they were gagged and brought to the square in obsidian shackles.
A few powerful wizards launched a desperate resistance, but unfortunately the multiple methods of weakening magic made it impossible for them to gather enough magical power. They could only dance in the fire pit and ultimately greet death in vain.
The wiser wizards cast a simple fire-proof spell, and it was not until the fire died down and the other accused wizards were reduced to charcoal that people noticed that there was still a wizard lying in the flames.
In the end, he was shot with several bloody holes by the crossbow arrows, and the panicked crowd rewarded his wit with dozens of crossbow arrows.
The people who had gathered to cause trouble were finally satisfied, because the others who should have been responsible put the blame on the mages.
Long before the Church of Sigmar took the lead in launching the witch hunt, people did not trust wizards, and the troubles they caused were indeed countless.
Even an apprentice wizard could summon a demon after a failed ritual, and the weakest demon could easily kill several amateur soldiers or secretly corrupt an entire village.
It is because Middenheim has always been open-minded and tolerant of many spellcasters who practice non-traditional magic.
After these disturbances, it seems that Middenheim will gradually take restrictive measures against wizards.
Graf of Middenheim has not yet returned, and it will probably take some time before the official documents can be drawn up.
People no longer trust the wizards' self-discipline.
People praise the bravery shown by the Todbringer family during this turmoil. Perhaps this noble bloodline will become the next "Graf" of Middenheim.
Clearly, they were more concerned about the chaos they were experiencing in Middenheim than the invisible border fighting.
Lynch left the square after watching for a while. At this time, Sorian had not come out of the palace yet. Perhaps he and other longbeards in Middenheim would discuss for a whole night, hoping that human officials could have the same energy as the dwarves and carry out the talks to the end in one go.
Lynch guessed that it was most likely that humans would first drive the dwarf delegation out of the palace and ask them to leave in a gentle way.
He returned along another downhill road, and slowly returned to the hotel Eugen had booked in the old town as night fell.
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"My friend, is this your first time in Middenheim? You have to understand that you have to pay something to stay in a strange place."
"You must know that anyone who tries to stand against us in Middenheim will eventually disappear!"
The bluffing threat sounded so vividly from the idle young man's mouth that Eugen was almost dumbfounded.
He didn't know what to say for a moment. Even when he was traveling alone before, few criminal gangs dared to blackmail him - at that time he had always been using the identity of Pastor Moore, and his dress was not like now. He now looked more like a wealthy businessman.
Dealing with Reverend Moore is like going to a cemetery at midnight to talk to the dead, because Reverend Moore is the representative of the god of the dead, Moore, on earth.
Eugen's stunned expression was mistaken by the young gangsters as fear. Four young men armed with daggers and long sticks dangerously blocked the oracle in the corner of the tavern. The tavern owner stared at the corner, but he probably wouldn't interfere unless someone was killed.
Other guests who were drinking or pedestrians staying in the same hotel would avoid him as much as possible and would not cause trouble for themselves.
People who are familiar with Middenheim know that the "lowly kings" of Middenheim can deter the believers of Lanold.
Thief gods like Lanold prefer orderly crime to violent, bloody coercion.
Perhaps some people recognized the emblem on Eugen's carriage, but identifying noble medals is also a science, and it is too difficult for street thugs to understand this.
Others had probably seen Eugen's companions - an elven wizard and a dwarf, who witnessed the meeting between the elves and the Lawlord of Middenheim on the bridge.
But they just gloated over the misfortune and did not dare to lend a helping hand directly.
Because anyone with a discerning eye can see that this group of people will leave sooner or later, but the underground world of Middenheim will always exist.
If they intervened, they would most likely not see the next day, and no one wanted to be in the company of the dead beneath the cliffs of Middenheim.
"It's terrible. Even Tilia isn't this bad." A human who looked like a merchant whispered incoherently.
The drinkers drank silently and continued to talk among themselves, many of them secretly paying attention to this corner.
Eugen opened his mouth woodenly. He was so shocked by the courage and ignorance of the Middenheim hooligans that he forgot how to organize his words for a moment.
He was not worried about his personal safety. Not to mention the wizard meditating upstairs, his own limited knowledge of magic could help him get out of trouble, not to mention that there was a lizardman wandering around the city who might come back at any time.
"I'm sure you don't pray to Lanolde." The oracle joked after a long while.
The simple name of God angered the young people.
"Larnord? Middenheim is our territory!"
"I'm going to cut off your tongue and give it to 'that person'!"
(End of this chapter)
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