After Becoming The Tyrant CH 128 The Tomb Of The Gods
After a brief getting used to, the witches gradually became familiar with the work of the Legrand First Pathological Research Institute, and after the plague doctors, they became the second batch of popular assistants. Young medical students were very curious about their magical potions, and they also wanted to study their special abilities.
The witches felt that they have to face a hundred thousand questions every day here:
——How do you manage to fly on a broomstick?
——The fairy tale says that you can curse people and turn them into frogs, is that true?
——What is the difference between the structure of the transformed frog and the normal frog?
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Facing colleagues who were holding thick notebooks and full of thirst for knowledge, the witches always had the illusion that they were taking care of some amazingly curious baby…..or the kind with exceptionally strong active and destructive power.
By the way, under the influence of the lunatics, the witches quickly got rid of the fear of the stake.
In addition, because they were hunted in the past, many of them actually had a stake bearing their name, which got envious and admiring eyes from some young researchers.
The leader of the witches, who had always been burdened with the life and death of her clan, kept getting the feeling that something was wrong when she memorized the 100-long laboratory rules.
She turned her head and saw a young witch riding on a broom, flying high and low, and the young researchers applauding her in the yard; a plague doctor following a witch through the long laboratory corridor; the Dept. Head, Mr. Pharmacist, frowning and asking some witches about the "Malleus Maleficarum"; more witches were wearing clean and brand new robes, standing in front of the test bench, either memorizing the experimental rules like her, or already started brewing potions…..
There were no judges in black, no mithril crosses, and no hounds chasing them endlessly in the dark night.
This was a happy time that the witches never expected.
With their cooperation, the pharmacist quickly wrote a book that was in direct opposition to the "Malleus Maleficarum".
In the words of Mr. Pharmacist Mr. Dwayne, writing this book was really the most time-wasting thing he had ever done, because anyone who had not had their brain eaten by a ghoul would have felt an insult to their IQ after reading a part of "Malleus Maleficarum".
It was at this time that the knight commander in charge of guarding the Legrand First Pathological Research Institute delivered the King's order.
His Majesty wanted to see them.
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The King did not meet the witch representative on a formal occasion, but in the name of spring hunting, in the royal forest outside the city of Metzl.
Spring had arrived, and the thick snow in the forest had melted into a gurgling stream, flowing over the dark stones. The forest outside the city of Metzl was called "Hisel", which meant the place where the stars fell in the ancient Legrand language. Hisel Forest was recognized as the most beautiful forest in Legrand, and this was the season for early hunting.
The King was wearing a cloak embellished with a diamond brooch, and riding attire, and he rode leisurely on the trail full of fine sunlight.
The leader of the witches followed behind the King, and whispered to the King in detail about the current situation in Bressi.
Witch Avery arrived in Metzl City last night. From the witches, the King knew why they were so powerless in front of the Holy Court.
The power of the witches came from the legendary ancient snake of the extreme north. In their belief, the ancient snake of the extreme north was the world serpent. It was entrenched at the end of the world and bred life in the almost barren ice field. It was said that after the end of the legendary era, the gods disappeared from the earth, and the ancient snake also sank into the ice sea. As a result their power lost their support and became rootless duckweeds.
And this was where the endless feud between the witches and the Holy Court originated.
According to the beliefs and legends of the Holy Court, the snake represented sins and the origin of all evils.
However, being able to escape from the Holy Empire under the strict pursuit of the Holy Court Judgment Bureau already showed that these witches were actually not weak. And less than two days passed between the King's summons and the arrival of the leader of the witches in the city of Metzl.
"How did you do it?"
The King asked.
"Your Majesty, although most of the legends are absurd, some of them are not unfounded." The leader of the witches smiled, "We can indeed fly on broomsticks, but we must be very careful, because the sky at night not only belongs to us, but also those of our dark kind who like to hover in the sky."
"Can everyone fly as fast as you?"
The King asked thoughtfully.
"It is related to our magic, Your Majesty." The witch replied. She remembered something and gave the King the book criticizing "Malleus Maleficarum" that the pharmacist asked her to bring.
The King took the book and looked at it: "What's it called?"
"The Enchanted World."
The witch said in a low voice, her voice filled with sorrow.
She thought of the country on the other side of the Abyss Strait, where there were many burning stakes and fanatics searching out victims day and night. The kingdom that claimed to be God's was constantly throwing innocent people into the fire, while Legrand, where plague doctors haunted, and hell was a pitstop, was sheltering those who were eager to live…..Wasn't this world crazy?
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The leader of the witches said gratefully.
They fled all the way, and saw too many innocent ordinary people die because of the ridiculous witch hunt. The death of these people was like a heavy boulder pressing on them. If only this book could wake someone up from their frenzy.
It was just that there was something that had always puzzled the leader of the witches. The fanatical believers couldn't tell who was the real witch, but the judges of the Holy Court must know, and they must also know that most of the people who were burned to death were innocent people. So why did they allow this?
When the King heard the question from the leader of the witches, he smiled slightly, a chill in his smile.
"Because of domination."
He answered softly.
The establishment of the Holy Empire relied on too many miracles, so they could only continue on the path of faith. The problems a country had to face far exceed religion itself. In politics, even gods have to make concessions to profits and benefits. The army of the Holy Court was not a real army of angels which didn't need money or food. Whether it was for transferring burdens or for redirecting conflicts, the Holy Empire must find a target for people to vent.
Throughout the ages, this kind of victim who was burdened with the anger of others would always be the weak.
Women, minorities.... it had always been so.
Discrimination brings exclusion, exclusion brings violence, and finally turns into absurd tragedy.
"The Enchanted World…..is a good name."
The King gently touched the title page of the book, and then handed it to the Head of the Households.
The leader of the witches didn't know what the King was thinking, but she could hear the sadness in his words. The suffering fate of the witch clan flitted before her eyes. And from the tired faces of her clanswomen she seemed to have found an answer.
"Okay." The King ended this topic and turned to something else, "You come from the Holy Empire, do you know anything about our good sir, the Pope?"
"A suggestion." The brown-haired leader of the witches said to the King hesitantly after telling her knowledge of the Pope, "Maybe you can ask your theologians to attack the 'House of the Pope' first. It is….."
The witch was looking for words, and she seemed unable to express herself accurately for a while.
"It is probably the most dangerous crown for you…..There should not be two equally brilliant crowns in this world."
She seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to speak too clearly.
The King didn't blame her either, but remembered what the Devil said before he left——beware the Pope.
Was it because of this?
He thought, and then asked if the leader of the witches had any opinion about Ferri III.
"Ferri III?" The leader of witches seemed to think of something from the King's previous question. She frowned and hesitated for a moment. "I think I might know the reason why the Pope is so insistent on the death of Ferri III."
"Tell me."
The leaves of the bushes in front were shaking. The King took off the bow on his back, drew out an arrow and put it on the string, while asking casually.
"It's a very embarrassing thing. Ferri III once contacted us and wanted to join in an alliance with us." The leader of the witches looked a little embarrassed. After all, this was revealing to the current King Legrand about a possible alliance with Legrand's former rival. Unsure of the King's attitude towards Ferri III, she could only choose her words carefully, "We were being hunted down by the Judgment Bureau at the time, so we refused."
"What is his motive?"
The King asked.
"He seems to want to….." The leader of the witches tried hard to recall, showing some doubts, "He wants to open the Tomb of the Gods."
The iron arrow pierced through the air.
In the bushes in the distance, a stag jumped out of the bushes and fell down, with a long arrow piercing its forehead.
The King turned to look at the witch: "Tomb of the Gods?"
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The Pennines snow all year round. This was the last boundary in the northwest of Bressi, and beyond that was the vast Arctic Ice Field. On the "cloth of the world", the Arctic Ice Field was filled in as a vast white area by geographers, and images of ancient pythons and giant snakes coiled around it.
Unlike Legrand's Ingres primitive mountains, the Arctic Ice Field was truly barren.
Those who could live there, other than beasts, were lunatics.
Ferri III was panting. He leaned against the trunk of a black pine tree. When the wind blew, the snow on the pine leaves rustled down. He could hear the tired breathing of the guards around him. Everyone was so tired that they were about to fall asleep at any moment. They were able to come here only because of the last bit of anger and unwillingness that supported them.
The Knights Templar were stationed on a small hill not far from them. In the dark night, they could see the bonfires of the enemy camp.
This period of time was the most pathetic time in Ferri III's life.
Ferri III didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, it seemed that hot blood was splashed on his face again. His teacher Karl yelling at him, telling him to run away.
He used to be a proud monarch, but now he had to live by fleeing and relying on the sacrificed blood of his confidantes. He had no dignity or pride left, just the will to survive by whatever means.
Like a coward.