Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1381 1353. Traveling Missionaries

Lan En's description is a bit wrong, because in the turbulent crowd, the guy who climbed onto the simple podium made of wooden barrels had a figure that was a bit underwhelming to describe as 'bloated'.

"He's a wandering missionary." Berengar's lips twitched in displeasure and he spat to the side, "Bah, you fanatical idiot."

The old demon hunter made a sharp assessment.

"There is only one law in the world!" the short, fat monk shouted loudly to the endless crowds in the market, which could be called a roar. "Holy law!"

"The entire world must obey this law! All life on the earth is the same! Spells and magic are contrary to the sacred law! All wizards are destined to perish!"

"The Day of Divine Punishment is approaching! Fire will rain down from the sky! Destroy them and that evil island!"

"Losha Palace, Arethusa, and Gastang Palace will all fall! Together with the pagans who gathered inside to plot their conspiracy! The walls will collapse."

"Then we have to rebuild that **** wall." A bricklayer muttered as he pushed his way past Lan in the crowd without looking up.

The bag on his shoulder contained a lot of things for building walls, and the coat was covered with white marks left by lime.

"I would like to advise you who are pious and kind-hearted." The priest on the podium continued to shout, "Don't believe in wizards! Don't ask them for help or advice!"

"Don't be fooled by their beautiful or wise appearance. Excellent eloquence is a trick of liars! Because to be honest, wizards are like whitewashed tombs. They are clean and neat on the outside, but there are only carrion and bones inside!"

"Look at his spitting bear look." A woman wearing a headscarf with a lot of fish scales on her sleeves commented. "He doesn't deal with the wizard so well. He must be jealous of others."

"Of course." The bricklayer agreed, "Look at what he looks like. His bald head is like a boiled egg, and his belly can hang down to his knees. Although the wizards are old, they are neither fat nor bald. They look handsome. Good sense. And sorceresses, they are so beautiful."

A guy who set up a small shoe repair stall in the middle of the road retorted: "That's because the wizards sold their souls to the devil in exchange for their appearance!"

"You stupid shoemaker, thanks to the sorceresses of Arethusa, you have work to do now, otherwise you wouldn't even have enough to eat in Velen!"

“Not just a wandering missionary, but a missionary of the eternal fire.”

Standing in the crowd, Lan En whispered.

At the same time, his eyes under his hood looked at the monk on the podium.

Hanging around his neck was an abstract metal badge that was either a torch or a brazier.

Symbolizes the worship of fire.

"Okay, they are still the stupidest among the idiots." After confirming from Lan En's mouth, Berengar added to his previous description with a speechless face.

"They are now preaching in the city? No one cares?" Lan En said with a frown.

He still remembered that he would only meet these people sometimes when he was still following his mentor and wandering around the countryside to make money.

Poor people are good targets for missionary work.

And low cost.

When the village recruited demon hunters to work, the people of Eternal Fire did not dare to fight the monsters.

But after the witchers killed the monsters, they had the courage to kill or drive away the witchers who came back to demand the balance.

Then the villagers will be grateful for the eternal fire.

Thanks to the eternal fire, he drove away the monsters and protected his property from the evil mutants.

Everything is the work of the eternal fire.

Berengar also looked at the preacher who was still preaching again and again with dismay. Although he had already abandoned his identity as a demon hunter, the eternal fire doesn't care about you.

Therefore, no matter before or now, Berengar completely maintains a state of disgust towards this sect that was initially moderate for more than a hundred years but is now becoming more and more extreme.

But even so, he still shook his head at Lan En.

"This involves the right to preach. Which king can limit the right to preach?"

Different from the cultural environment that Lan En grew up in and was familiar with, religion and belief penetrated into every aspect of this magical Middle Ages, and were as fundamental issues as people's livelihood issues.

Even though witchers and warlocks generally don't believe in anything, groups like them are the minority among the minority and the fringe among the fringes.

In an environment where faith is prevalent, lack of faith will be regarded as unreliable and untrustworthy evidence.

In fact, this is also a major reason why demon hunters and warlocks have a bad reputation.

Because they have no faith, others think they are supposed to be bad people.

This is what is called ‘justification by faith’.

"But now they seem to have gone too far." Berengar shook his head and said, "In the past, they probably wouldn't have come to Goos Velen to preach."

"Most people in the city can't be said to be poor, and this place relies on sorceresses to make a living, and missionaries are not stupid either. Why are you here wasting your time when you have nothing to do? But now..."

The old demon hunter guessed a little uncertainly. "Is it because the world is in chaos and the missionary situation outside is so good that they are distracted? Do you think even Goss Velen can achieve results?"

It is easy to preach when the world is in chaos. There is no problem with this logic.

Lan En finally looked at the missionary of Eternal Fire who came to Goos Velen to preach in a strange way, but he still shook his head and left with Berengar.

They were now in the middle of the market square, crowded by crowds. If they wanted to go out, they might as well keep walking forward, and at least they could visit the market again.

After walking for a short while, the preacher's passionate and inflammatory speech was already buried in the noisy noise.

But there is always something new at the market.

This was in the middle of the square. A drumbeat suddenly sounded, and there were shouts for the crowd to be quiet.

Although the crowd looked completely indifferent, the announcement reader standing on the wooden platform was also very familiar and didn't care at all.

He has a well-honed big voice and knows how to use it.

"Tell the people around you!" he shouted angrily, shaking out a roll of parchment from his palm and unfolding it, facing the crowd.

"The halfling Hugo Ansbach is wanted! Because he once provided shelter and food for the evil elves in the Scoia'tael."

"And Justin Ingvar, the dwarven blacksmith who forged the arrowheads for those villains."

"The mayor announced that these two men must be brought to justice. Whoever can catch them will have a reward of fifty crowns. Anyone who dares to provide them with food or shelter will be regarded as an accomplice."

"If they were caught in the village instead of in the wild, the whole village would have to pay the fine."

"Who will provide shelter to halflings?" Someone in the crowd shouted, "They should be arrested on the farm. All non-human races should be arrested!"

"It's better not to arrest him and put him in jail." Someone else suggested, "It would be quick enough to just go to the gallows."

The two demon hunters walked past the podium and continued through the crowded and noisy market without stopping.

"Now, even around big cities like Gos Velen, are Scoia'tael riots starting on a large scale?"

Lan En frowned and lowered his head to ask.

"It's making trouble." Berengar said concisely, "It's getting more and more violent."

"The city's defense forces have gone out to sweep the area several times and killed many people, but to no avail. The trouble is still getting more and more violent."

"They indiscriminately attacked and killed all humans they could see in the wild, including businessmen, car repairmen, medicine sellers, and farmers. They all killed them."

"Look, we have already walked out of the market. In the past, this stall would have to be set up a long way forward to reach the end."

Lan En shook his head and sighed slightly.

Although he had previously reached a consensus with Iorveth, the leader of a small group of Scoia'tael guerrillas, and the green dragon lady Saskia who had transformed into a human.

Together they came up with a path that could potentially make a huge difference to the peaceful coexistence of non-human races and humans.

But it takes time to implement, it takes time to spread influence, and it takes even more time to let practice test whether the idea works.

These Scoia'tael, who kill indiscriminately outside cities and villages, do not want to regret death.

What Lan En regrets is that under the current situation, what they did has only intensified the racial conflicts.

"These things can be left alone for the time being."

Berengar said as he walked.

"Let's talk about your business first. Let's go, the same as before?"

Now the two of them have stepped out of the market square. Although the crowd is still quite large, it no longer feels crowded.

The old demon hunter has been cooperating with Lan En and taking care of each other for a long time.

From the moment he made the agreement with the Lady of the Lake, Berengar knew everything about it.

So every time Lan En came back to look for him, he basically didn't need to say anything. The old demon hunter would prepare and replenish the scattered consumables for him.

In Arethusa College, the respected dean always wanted to give him the most expensive and best.

But only professionals who have personally experienced wild hunting and adventure can accurately know what this kind of work and journey requires most.

If Margarita were to prepare and replenish supplies, Lan En felt that the bread and bacon in his alchemy leather bag that were so hard that they could hit people would probably turn into dessert cakes.

"Yeah, let's do the same thing first."

Lan En nodded to Berengar with the same familiarity.

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