Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After changing into coarse cloth, Weilin and Kyle entered Milihua Town.

The whole town was in ruins, and people were hurrying to a certain place.

There were few shops on both sides of the street.

A short and thin merchant looked at the sky and saw that there was no business, so he moved his stall and walked into the store.

Weilin came to the stall, picked up a red and green fruit, and asked in a local accent: "Boss, I want to ask something."

The short and thin merchant looked up and down at the two people and answered irrelevantly: "Ten copper coins for three pounds."

"Here are three pounds."

Weilin pretended to take out ten copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the short and thin merchant, while motioning Kyle to pick fruit.

After receiving the copper coins, the short and thin merchant came to the side, moved a stall, and whispered: "At noon today, the Harvest Church will execute the rebels in the town square, and everyone went to join in the fun."

"Thank you for telling me, boss."

"It's okay."

After accepting Weilin's thanks calmly, the short and thin merchant carried the shelf into the store.

On the other side, Kyle picked the fruits and handed them to the merchant for weighing.

Entering the store, the merchant looked at the weight on the scale, his eyelids jumped, turned his back to the two of them, put his hand on the cork, moved slightly, and looked at the data on it again, with shock in his eyes.

"What did you do? The man looked surprised." Weilin put down the fruit in his hand and asked curiously in the common language.

"Nothing, just cast a small spell." Kyle put his hands behind his back, looked at the short and thin merchant's small movements, and said calmly.

After a while, the short and thin merchant walked out of the shop, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed the fruit to Kyle respectfully, no longer relaxed as before.

"Looking at you, is there something wrong with the fruit?"

"No, no, it's just a little stuffy in the store, and I can't stop sweating from moving the shelves just now." The short and thin merchant wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes with a flattering smile on his face.

Seeing the other party's guilty look, coupled with Kyle's half-smile, Weilin seemed to understand something, and walked towards the town square without asking any more questions.

Watching the two leave, the short and thin merchant felt that he was almost going to swim in the Styx, and he would never do that again.

On the stone road, Weilin took out a plump fruit from the cloth bag and took a bite. It was a very ordinary fruit, but it tasted good.

"What spell did you use just now."

"Mass Constancy."

Kyle took out a fruit, took a bite, and answered.

"It seems that guy won't dare to do that in the future."

"Maybe."

Kyle was not sure, but recently, this guy must not dare to change his name.

With the curiosity to eat melons, Weilin quickly came to the town square and squeezed to the front with a little trick.

In the center of the town square of Milihua Town, more than 30 guards stood around to take charge of the alert work.

Four executioners with bare upper bodies stood by the tree stump and stretched their bodies. For ordinary people like them, chopping the heads of professionals is a physical job.

Next to the execution platform, three crosses have been erected, and many coolies are carrying firewood and piling it up.

"Who would have thought that the nobles who were once high and mighty would be executed in public today."

Hearing the gloating voice, Weilin pricked up his ears, with a little curiosity in his eyes.

"Don't say that, Baron Lawrence was not bad before, at least he forgave the town's debts several times." A middle-aged man with a sad face retorted.

"Hehe, I bought you off with just a few small favors."

"You..."

"Stop talking, or you'll be labeled a pagan."

The companion next to the middle-aged man covered his mouth to avoid giving him a pretext to bring disaster to his family.

After calming down, the middle-aged man was sweating coldly.

It's right to tell the truth, but if you say something attacking the church on impulse, it's really over.

Weilin, who didn't hear any key information, curled his lips. It seems that the missionary methods of the Harvest Church are not very good, and he, an outsider, doesn't know as much as he does.

Or, the pastor of the Harvest Church who presided over the missionary work in Milihua Town may just be a fool who got promoted by relying on connections. At least that's what Weilin thinks now.

After waiting for a while, seeing someone sitting on the floor, Weilin followed suit and sat on the floor directly, waiting for noon to come.

"Go."

Listening to the common language with an accent, Weilin turned his head and saw dozens of prisoners being escorted by soldiers from a distance. From the elderly who had difficulty walking to the young men covered with wounds, their eyes were firm and there was no fear.

Under the gaze of the crowd, two middle-aged men and a young man were tied to the cross, and the rest of the pagans were taken to the execution platform in batches.

A voluptuous woman in a priest's robe appeared in the town square. The aura of the middle-level gold was very surprising.

Behind her followed two six-seal young knights with green hair and pointed ears, who were undoubtedly forest people.

"I have met Pastor Olga." The local sheriff ran to Pastor Olga with a flattering smile on his face and said humbly.

"Sheriff Mecca, let's start."

Olga glanced at him indifferently, came to the top and sat down, and gave an order.

"Yes, sir."

The sheriff bowed his head and saluted, turned around and gave the order to execute.

The executioner standing on the execution platform raised the huge axe and chopped down with force.

Blood splattered everywhere. Seeing that only one-third of the neck was cut off, the pagan wailed in pain, which made the townspeople present look terrified. They turned their heads away and dared not watch anymore.

"Go up and hold them down."

The twelve soldiers heard the order, put down their weapons, came to the execution platform, and pressed the pagans who were twisted on the ground on the execution platform.

After the fourth axe fell, the first batch of prisoners were executed.

A team of soldiers came forward and dragged the bodies to the cross, ready to serve as part of the fuel. As for the pagan's head, it was pierced with a special iron tool and inserted on the west side of the town square as a warning.

At this moment, Weilin shifted his eyes to the golden intermediate harvest priest.

The thighs were exposed, but the upper body was dressed very conservatively, which made it difficult to see what kind of character she was.

Feeling the strange gaze, Olga looked up and found that a black-haired young man was staring at her intently, without any shyness.

He frowned and sensed slightly, but found that he could not see through the other party.

"Let's chat."

A cold voice sounded in his ears, Weilin looked away, pretending to be stupid, and ignored the other party.

"Hehe"