Lund. Hearthfire Tavern.
This pub is located on the southeast side of the old city. Although the decoration is rather shabby, there are many people coming here to drink.
Two men dressed as witch hunters were sitting in a corner, discussing a business deal in a low voice. There was a circle of empty seats around them, and almost no ordinary people dared to sit next to them.
The business the two witch hunters were discussing was about an out-of-town businessman with some assets.
The businessman has a beautiful daughter, and they are planning how to give her an identity as a witch. As long as they can come up with some evidence to prove that she might be a "witch", then the two of them can make a fortune.
Normally, when ordinary people encounter such a situation, if they are smart enough, they know that they should solve it with money.
Even if there are stubborn people who are unwilling to pay the money, they can still capture the girl and lock her up for a few days. As for what will happen in the dark dungeon during these days, no one will know.
In most cases, those who are blackmailed by witch hunters try to settle the matter with money.
The secular world and the church gave witch hunters the power to arrest, and this power was not strictly restricted. Many people joined the ranks of witch hunters because it was profitable. Whether someone was a witch was entirely up to them. They could lock someone up with a little bit of fabricated evidence. Even if they were rescued, they would be tortured. Many girls committed suicide in this way.
In recent years, many beautiful girls have fled to the Southern Islands, because that is the faith area of the goddess Freya. The church that serves her is different from the Eternal Flame. They will protect women and children.
This goddess is the oldest faith in the world.
The religious symbols are virgins, pregnant women and old women. Her priests have certain spells, but are more proficient in herbalism. They have a good relationship with druids and will protect persecuted women. Her duties are relatively broad, involving the earth, love, fertility, etc., but mainly focus on the field of women. Many midwives learned the knowledge from her priests.
The relationship between the Church of this goddess and the Eternal Flame is tense, and they often protect young girls who are being persecuted by witch hunters.
About ten minutes later.
The two witch hunters had already secretly discussed a plan to frame someone for tomorrow. They walked out arm in arm, slightly drunk, and turned directly into an alley.
"Do you want to have some fun tonight? A group of northern girls have come to the port." A witch hunter untied his belt and said with a drunken breath, "I heard they are very enthusiastic!"
“Really? Then you can go and see for yourself.” Another witch hunter chuckled.
In this era, it is very common to urinate and defecate anywhere, especially in old urban areas where the poor live.
Tap tap tap.
At this moment, a man in a gray-black cloak also walked out of the tavern. He put his hands on his belt as he walked, and seemed to be planning to urinate nearby.
“Get away from me, you country bumpkin!” the witch hunter next to him cursed unceremoniously.
A cold light flashed by.
At the moment when the two witch hunters realized something was wrong, the man suddenly swung out the dagger at his waist. With a clean strike, blood spurted out, and the throats of the two witch hunters in front of him were cut at the same time.
Bang bang.
Fantsin's face was exposed in the moonlight. He swung his dagger and stabbed the witch hunters in the kidneys, holding their heads until their bodies gradually stopped twitching.
"Ahem! Pah!"
A mouthful of thick phlegm fell on the witch hunter's body.
Fantsin thought about it, kicked the two bodies with a bit of disgust, then turned them over and reached out to feel around.
He took out two purses.
"I didn't realize you were so rich." Fan Xin weighed his purse, then turned around and left the alley.
Under the cover of night.
Fantsin left the city alone, riding a horse straight towards Cologne.
Before leaving, he released a black crow.
Vicardo. Bear Valley Town.
This is not a wealthy town, with a population of only about a thousand. Because there are many ferocious wild beasts nearby, there are not many merchants passing by.
There is a small blacksmith shop at the front of the town.
Its boss is an unusually sturdy and tall man, as strong as a brown bear. He has gray hair and a bad temper. He doesn't like dealing with people. He just sits at the door smoking and daydreaming every day, and occasionally picks up a heavy iron hammer to hammer out a few kitchen knives.
This man named Lev has been living here for nearly five years.
He doesn't like to get along with people, so few people will come to disturb him, let alone cause trouble. You know, when he first came here, he killed a black bear with his bare hands. In the past, there were widowed women in the village who liked him and wondered if the two of them could live together.
But the old man always refused angrily, and no one mentioned the matter again. He looked to be in his forties, childless, living alone in the blacksmith shop, and seemed a bit out of place in the whole town. In the eyes of others, he was a weirdo.
Clang.
Today, the old man was still sitting at the door of the blacksmith shop smoking his tobacco. He had some friendship with some dwarves and often got some tobacco from them.
Occasionally someone would pass by, but no one would disturb him.
Because this is a very strange person. Sometimes he can stay alone in a daze for a whole day.
It's getting dark.
Just as Lev was about to pack up and close the door, suddenly a cold light pierced his chest. In this moment of life and death, the old man dodged it with agility that he shouldn't have, and then instantly swung the heavy hammer and smashed it over.
Bang!
In the darkness, a thin figure rolled back and created some distance. Just as the other party was about to pounce on him like an angry brown bear, he coughed and said in a hoarse voice, "Long time no see, old man."
"I thought you were no longer able to lift your weapon."
Lev stopped, picked up a heavy hammer and knocked on the iron felt, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you, a venomous snake, here with me?"
In the dim firelight.
A hideous face with scars appeared in front of him. His age could not be seen. He was wearing an eye patch and seemed to have lost one eye. He was very thin and his chest seemed to have been seriously injured. He was a little short of breath and would cough occasionally. He showed an ugly and hideous smile and said in a hoarse voice, "The old crow has taken action!"
A sealed letter was thrown over.
Lev caught it casually, glanced at it in the light of the fire, and his breathing suddenly quickened. Then he turned to look at the ferocious man in front of him and said in a deep voice: "What? You venomous snakes can't help it?"
“Hehe.” The thin man seemed to have been severely tortured before, and his vocal cords must have been injured. His laughter was very harsh and he said hoarsely: “Have you forgotten the blood shed by the Bear School in the past?”
"Still."
"You have completely lost the will to fight, just like those cowards."
"Are you going to pretend to be an ordinary blacksmith here until you die of old age?"
boom.
Lev slammed the iron felt and rushed forward with agility that did not match his body size. He picked up the man in front of him with one hand, suppressed his roar and restrained himself, and said slowly: "Say it again!"
The ferocious-looking man in front of him raised his hands and said with a creepy smile: "Calm down."
“All these years.”
"You're still so grumpy!"
Bang.
Lev threw the man down, picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip, saying: "You are going to die!"
"What? Are you scared to death?" The man's face looked like a ghost in the firelight. He laughed strangely and said, "Lev, who once killed a griffin with his bare hands, will be afraid of death one day?"
Clang.
Lev picked up the hammer and hit it hard, and said in a deep voice: "Old Viper. Are you looking for death?"
Hehehe.
The hideous-looking man gave a sad smile, glanced at Lev in front of him, then turned and left. A hoarse voice came from afar: "I have delivered the message."
"We respect your choice."
"The bear may have lost his will to fight, but the viper will never forget his hatred!"
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