CH 127 Welcome To Legrand

Before the King could react, the Devil first leaned over and kissed his crowned forehead, then let go and backed away with a smile. Black mist rolled up from the ground, and the Devil fell into the darkness with his hands open, but his eyes were still fixed on the King.

"Remember, Your Majesty."

The Devil said, the voice was far away with the breath of the wind.

"Be alert of the Pope."

He disappeared into the darkness, as mysteriously as he came.

The dim world that had turned into black and white was quickly painted with color, and everyone regained their senses. The Head of the Households who had been standing frozen a moment ago saw the rose in the King's hand, and was taken aback for a moment: "Has it begun to bloom so early this year?"

Then his voice stopped abruptly, and he looked in front of him in astonishment.

The King followed his gaze, and saw roses blooming outside the railing in an instant, bright red like fire. The Head of the Households looked at the roses, then at the King, and asked him carefully what to do with them.

He was silent for a long time, before telling the Head of the Households that he would summon the witches from Bressi.

The Head of the Households understood that this meant that there was no need to deal with it.

Before he retreated, he couldn't help but glance at the King standing in front of the roses. His young Majesty was holding a rose on a stem, the rays of the sun were falling on his crown, and the crown was clasped tightly to his forehead.

………………

These days, the witches were doing well in Legrand.

For the Bressi witches in the beginning, Legrand was the only place they could choose. But now they really liked it here.

The witch hunting movement was thrown aside by the King here. There was a trial against witches held by an unlucky guy before. But as soon as he began, he was thrown onto the burning rack originally prepared for the witches for "provoking the royal power by following the decree of the Holy Court without the king's permission" which was a "violation of the crown".

This witch hunt case even triggered a "Legrand jurisprudence dispute".

The royal court re-discovered a code of law promulgated in the era of William III, the Book of Obedience to the Law of the Faculty.

During the period of William III, the House of Commons submitted a petition to the king at the behest of William III, which was actually an attack on the legislative power of the Faculty Conference. Members of the House of Commons believed that the clergy councils of the Ecclesiastical Province of Borre and Tebosse violated Legrand's customary customs when enacting laws: any code that was used to restrain clerics and secular believers at the same time should obtain the mutual consent of both parties.

In that petition of 1412, a concept was proposed which was endorsed by William III:

"Canon law without the participation of the secular world in making legislation should not be binding on the secular world." 

In that House of Commons accusation during the William III period, the secular aristocracy and the wealthy urban class for once stood on a united front——although the aristocrats believed in the Holy Lord, this did not mean that they were willing to bear the burden of the higher and higher church tithes from the Holy Court at that time. Hell, the church tithes were even used to pay for the Holy Spirit Bay, so that Holy Spirit Bay could turn around and support Bressi, the filial son of the Holy Lord, to launch an expedition against Legrand.

Faith was one matter, but the jingle of gold coins was another.

Of course, the most important thing was an underlying threat from William III: If they were really willing to hand over a large amount of gold coins to let the Holy Court support Bressi to attack Legrand, then whoever paid the Holy Court would f**k off the front lines.

In the end, due to the pressure of attending expeditions, the Parliament was exceptionally harmonious. In the end, the Legrand Faculty Council had to submit the "Book of Obedience to the Law of the Faculty" to William III, dividing the legislative power of the Faculty Council to obey the will of the king. In this code, there was a provision that "without the king's permission, the Faculty Council will not formulate, issue, or implement any new laws or regulations."

Regrettably, this code was short-lived.

Not long after William III and the Parliament passed this code of law, several Legrand states "coincidentally" rebelled, and then Crown Prince Pureland was born, William III died of illness, and the Pope personally crowned him. The Duke of Buckingham "forgot" this code and put it on hold, and the subsequent Faculty Council conferences promulgated the law provocatively again, and the Duke just pretended not to see it.

Over time, the Legrand Church forgot that there was such a law code.

However, in the "Legrand jurisprudence dispute", the royal court turned it out from the thick pile of old papers at the King's behest.

The reason that the royal judges used to criticize the archbishop who tried the witches was that "the witch-hunting decree is a decree issued by the Holy Court to the clergy, not a secular decree passed by secular members. The king's secular subjects not only violated the "Book of Obedience to the Law of the Faculty" but also provoked the dignity of the king's authority."

In the end, the guy who originally wanted to burn a widow to death so that he could profit from it was thrown on the gallows prepared by himself on the spot by the King's order.

At a time when there were many gallows in the Holy Empire, this was the only gallow that had been set on fire in Legrand.

As the witch-hunting movement and the "Heretical Trial" movement intensified, more and more "heretics" gathered towards Legrand from all directions. This was the only place of freedom under the divine light.

Legrand, the "Land of Freedom".

Unlike the astrologers who came with differing moods, the witches practically set foot on Legrand's land like it was a pilgrimage.

They were different from the astrologers. For such a long time, the astrologers have not been hunted down all the time. As long as they were willing to abandon their arrogance and serve as lackeys of the Holy Court, the Holy Court didn't mind using some fine clothes and fine food to grant these captive slaves a better life.

But between the witches and the Holy Court, there was only death.

For a long time, women have always played the role of sin and depravity in theology. In the belief of the witches, the worship of "snakes" naturally stood in a position that could not be reconciled with the Holy Court from a doctrinal point of view. Since the centuries of migration, the Holy Court had been committed to hunting down witches.

They were displaced and had nowhere to live.

After receiving permission for the King's protection, they landed with the intention of serving Legrand. In the witches' expectation, the King would ask them to carry out assassinations, poisoning and curses, etc., after all, in Bressi before, that was what the occasional nobles wanted from them.

The result was unexpected however.

On the first day they arrived in Legrand, they were taken to a place——

The Department of Pathological Research, Legrand First Academy of Sciences.

Standing in front of the gate of the "Pathological Research Department of the First Academy of Sciences", the witches looked at a row of burning racks standing at the gate, and reflexively raised their wands to protect themselves.

Just as they were staring at the stakes nervously, a handsome Mr. Pharmacist in a white coat with his hair combed back was flipping through a thick book, speaking mockingly at an astonishing speed while walking:

"My God! I can't believe people can be so stupid! Are they going to burn all the old and poor folks at the stake? These ignorant fellows, if these poor people are really demons, and really have such great and destructive power, then why do they die like ordinary people, and can't even save themselves…..Bloody hell! How can an old woman who is so old that she has lost all her teeth and has not even the strength to restrain her chickens leap from one place to another place to do evil?!”

"They are simply raping my logic and my medical knowledge!"

The witches listened dumbly to Mr. Pharmacist flipping the pages of the book while mocking the author's brain and IQ with the most cordial words.

Finally, he closed the "Malleus Maleficarum" with a "snap", and when he looked up, he saw the witches standing in front of him looking at him with complicated expressions.

"Welcome to Legrand's First Pathological Research Department. I'm the Head of the Department, Dwayne. Okay, time is running out, let's talk as we go." The pharmacist hurriedly shook hands with the leader of the witches, and then led the people towards the research laboratory, "His Majesty threw this piece of nonsense at me…..Bloody hell, I'd rather do another thirty experiments on bacteria than take another look at this thing!"

"What are bacteria?"

The witches walked through the white-painted passages, passed by the laboratories filled with all kinds of strange instruments, and found that there were many glass bottles of different shapes placed on the shelves, filled with different colored potions.

"Idiot!! I said it before! Don't touch it directly!" The pharmacist sprinted into a laboratory, scolded a young doctor furiously, put on his gloves, picked up the tweezers, and carefully picked up a piece of minced meat from the experimental subject. After putting it down, he came out again, "Oh, I have confirmed that there is indeed something in nature that cannot be seen by the naked eye——by the way, your witch's lens is very useful in this regard, thanks to Miss Griselda's help, we imitated the witch's glasses to create an instrument that can magnify objects hundreds of times. You should also be very good at this, right? During this time, you have to help those stupid little apprentices make a batch of magnifying glasses.”

"Oh, okay."

The witches were overwhelmed by his torrential speed and the amount of information in his words, but the presence of this pharmacist in a white coat was so strong that they didn't dare to say a word.

"The stakes outside are....."

The leader of the witches who had been entrusted with high hopes asked carefully.

"Oh, that's our medal, only the smartest guys can get it, and you'll know later. By the way, since you're here, you must stand firmly on the side of the burning party. The burning rack is higher than the guillotine, we must not let those designers from hell succeed!"

Witches: ???

Before the leader of the witches could say something, the pharmacist had already rushed into another laboratory.

"Testing platform No. 2! Dumbass! Copy the laboratory rules three times!" The pharmacist roared like a lion again, "When will these guys remember that they must be rigorous! Rigorous! Rigorous! Science is not about squishing mud and playing house, just a little mistake will lead to the failure of the experiment."

The witches had a hard time getting used to the pharmacist's style. At this moment, a black plague doctor with a bird's beak exoskeleton mask came out of a room half-floating.

"That's???"

The witch pointed her wand at the pitch-black plague doctor in astonishment.

"Oh, a plague doctor, our best assistant! They have a very good temper, but they are occasionally a little greedy. If anyone's bacterial culture bottle is not tightly closed, they will be eaten as snacks….." As the pharmacist spoke, the plague doctor floated in front of him, and touched him affectionately with its beak, "Don't even think about it, no! Don't you dare touch my experimental subject, no!"

In front of the witches' eyes, the terrifying plague doctor who was parallel to death dawdle reluctantly in front of a row of shelves.

Weirdly…..it actually, uh, it seemed kind of cute?

A younger witch couldn't help but hand it a bottle of potion she brewed herself.

The plague doctor bowed politely to the little witch and left happily.

"Okay, this is your temporary residence."

The pharmacist opened a door, and what appeared in front of the witches was a dorm.

"I need you to boil all the potions you know…..For the sake of science, please don't use your crucibles that have not been washed for hundreds of years! Please carefully mark the amount of each experimental material, and follow the experimental rules. If there is nothing else, you will be temporarily in charge of Legrand's First Reagent Research Department. Finally….."

The fierce pharmacist gave them a rare smile:

"Welcome to Legrand."

Applause sounded like thunder from behind.

The witches turned their heads and saw the doctors and researchers in white coats who had left the test bench at some point and clustered behind them. They looked at them with smiles on their faces and applauded vigorously.

"Welcome to the First Academy of Sciences!"

Since the first century AD, the witches who have been wandering and living without a fixed place, essentially expelled from the world, felt their eyes redden with emotion.

Welcome to Legrand, the land of freedom.

The flower of truth bloomed on her soil.