After Becoming The Tyrant

After a short run-in, the witches gradually became familiar with the work of Legrand's First Pathological Research Institute, and after the Plague Doctor, they became the second batch of popular assistants.Young medical students are very curious about their magical potions, and they also want to study their special abilities.

The witches feel that they have to face a hundred thousand reasons every day here:

——How did you manage to fly on a broomstick?

——The fairy tale says 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 are full of thirst for knowledge and holding thick notebooks, witches always have the illusion that they are looking after some amazing and curious baby... or the kind with exceptionally strong action and destructive power.

By the way, under the infection of the lunatics, the witches quickly got rid of the fear of the stake.

In addition, because they were once wanted, many of them actually carried a burning frame, which got the envious and admiring eyes of some young researchers.

The witch leader, who has always been burdened with the life and death of his clan, always feels that something is wrong when he memorizes the [-]-long laboratory rules.

She turned her head and saw a young witch riding on a broom, flying high and low, and the young researchers applauded her in the yard; the plague doctor followed a witch through the long laboratory corridor The Minister, Mr. Pharmacist, frowned and asked some witches with "The Hammer of Witches"; more witches were wearing clean and brand-new robes, standing in front of the test bench, either memorizing the experimental rules as hard as her, or already started brewing Potions...

There are no judges in black, no mithril crosses, no hounds stalking in the dark night.

It was a happy time that witches never expected to have.

With their cooperation, the pharmacist quickly wrote a book that was in opposition to "The Witch's Hammer".

In the words of Apothecary Mr. Duna, writing this book is really the most time-wasting thing he has ever done, because anyone who has not had his brain eaten by a corpse eater should have read a part of "Hammer of the Witch" Time feels an insult to IQ.

It was at this time that the knight commander in charge of guarding the Legrand No. [-] Institute of Pathology delivered the king's order.

His Majesty wants to see them.

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The king did not meet the witch representative on a formal occasion, but in the name of hunting, in the royal forest outside the city of Mezl.

Spring has come, and the thick snow in the forest has melted into a babbling stream that flows over the dark stones.The forest outside the city of Metzl is called "Hisel", which means the place where the stars fell in the ancient Legrand language.Chissel Forest is recognized as the most beautiful forest in Legrand, and this is the season for early hunting.

The king wore a coat embellished with a diamond brooch, and a riding suit, and he rode unhurriedly on the path full of shattered sunlight.

The witch leader followed the king, and whispered to the king in detail about the current situation in Blessie.

Witch Avery arrived in Mezl City last night. From the witches, the king knew why they were so embarrassed in front of the Holy Court.

The power of witches comes from the legendary ancient snake of the extreme north. In their belief, the ancient snake of the extreme north is the snake of the world. It resides at the end of the world and breeds life in the almost barren ice field.It is said that after the end of the era, the gods disappeared from the earth, and the ancient snakes also sank into the ice sea. Their power lost their support and became rootless duckweeds.

And this is where the immortality between the witch and the Holy Court originated.

According to the beliefs and legends of the holy court, snakes are 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 shows that the strength of these witches is not weak.And less than two days passed between the king's order to see them and the arrival of the witch leader in the city of Mezl.

"How did you do it?"

the king asked.

"Your Majesty, although most of the legends are absurd, some of them are not unfounded." The witch leader 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 a little dark. of the same kind hovering in the sky."

"Does everyone fly as fast as you?"

the king asked thoughtfully.

"It has something to do with magic, Your Majesty." The witch replied. She remembered something and gave the king the book criticizing "The Witch's Hammer" that the pharmacist asked her to bring.

The king took the book and looked at it: "What is it called?"

"The enchanted world."

whispered the Witch, her voice tinged with sorrow.

She thought of the country on the other side of the Abyss Strait where there were many fire racks and fanatics searched for it day and night.The kingdom that claims to be a god is constantly throwing innocent people into the fire, while plague doctors are haunted, and Legrand, who is walking in hell, is sheltering those who are eager to live... Isn't this world crazy?

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The witch leader 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's just something that has always puzzled the witch leaders. The fanatical believers can't tell who is 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. How to do this?

When the king heard the question from the witch leader, he smiled slightly, with 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 has to face far exceed religion itself.In politics, even gods have to make concessions and benefit.The army of the holy court is not a real army of angels. They don't need money or food. Whether it's for transferring burdens or for transferring conflicts, the holy empire must find a target for people to vent.

Throughout the ages, this kind of victim who bears the anger will always be the weak.

Women, excluded peoples...forever.

Discrimination brings exclusion, exclusion brings violence, and finally evolves 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 steward of internal affairs.

The witch leader didn't know what the king was thinking, but she could hear the sadness in his words. The suffering fate of the witch family passed before her eyes, and she seemed to understand some vague answers from the haggard faces of the clan for more than 1000 years. .

"Okay." The king ended this topic and turned to another matter, "You are from the Holy Empire, do you know anything about Mr. Pope?"

"A suggestion." The brown-haired witch leader said to the king hesitantly after telling his knowledge of the Pope, "Maybe you can ask your theologians to attack the 'House of the Pope' first. It yes……"

The witch was looking for words, and she seemed unable to express herself accurately for a while.

"It is quite possibly the most dangerous crown for you... There should not be two equally glorious 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—warn the pope.

Is it because of this?

he thought, and then asked if the chief witch had any opinion about Ferry III.

"Ferry III?" The witch leader seemed to think of something from the king's previous question. She frowned and hesitated for a moment. Ferry III is dead."

"Tell me."

The leaves of the bushes in front shook, the king took off the bow from behind, drew out an arrow and put it on the string, and asked casually.

"It's a very embarrassing thing. Ferry III once contacted us and wanted to join us." The witch leader looked a little embarrassed. After all, this was referring to the current King Legrand about Legrand's former rival. Unsure of the king's attitude towards Ferry III, he could only choose his words carefully, "We were being hunted down by the Judgment Bureau at the time, so we refused."

"What does he want to do?"

the king asked.

"He seems to want to..." The witch leader 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 the year round, here is the last border of the northwest of Blaise, and further ahead is the vast Arctic Ice Field.On the "cloth of the world", the extreme arctic ice sheet is filled with a vast white by geographers, and ancient pythons and giant snakes coil around it.

Unlike Legrand's Angor Primordial Mountains, the Arctic Ice Field is truly barren.

Those who can live there, except wild beasts, are lunatics.

Ferry 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 exhausted breathing of the guards around him. Everyone was so exhausted 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 to support them.

The Templar Knights were stationed on a hill not far from them, and in the dark night they could see the bonfires of the enemy camp.

This period of time was the most embarrassing time in Ferry III's life.

Ferry 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 yelled at him, telling him to run away.

He used to be a proud monarch, but now he has to rely on the blood of his friends and relatives to survive. He has no dignity or pride, just to survive by whatever means.

like a coward.