Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

Autumn has already arrived in the Northwest Bay in September, and the woods on the mountains are slowly turning into golden and orange colors. Farmers are busy harvesting crops in the fields in preparation for the coming long winter.

On the road leading from south to north to Lake Town in the Earl of Arda, a motorcade was driving slowly.

This group of people was the first batch of craftsmen recruited by Queller Foster for his good friend Paul and a caravan from his family. They took a boat from the Horn Bay and took the sea route to avoid the southern part of the Aldo Kingdom. The war-torn area, then landed on the west coast of the kingdom, and then went north from there to the northwest region of the kingdom via land.

The one escorting this team was the previous Leachman Adventure Group, but this time they were all mobilized.

…

Go back two months.

"Why did I raise a good-for-nothing son like you!"

Marquis Foster, a member of the Corner Bay Alliance Council, shouted loudly in his mansion with a look of grief and indignation.

Standing next to him was his second son, Queller Foster, who looked aggrieved.

Queller retorted dissatisfied: "Dad! Didn't I just sneak out for a few days? As for getting so angry?"

Marquis Foster glared at his son: "I will settle the account with you later for leaving without saying goodbye."

He held up a porcelain plate with both hands and waved it carefully in front of Queller's eyes: "First tell me about this stupid thing you did!"

Queller looked puzzled: "This is a gift from my friend. Let me come back to promote it for him. He plans to sell it to the south. I know it is very valuable, so I specially asked you, a business veteran, to estimate it." Why are you calling me stupid for lowering the price?”

Marquis Fortes first carefully placed the porcelain plate on the table, then slapped his son on the forehead and said in a tone of hatred: "How come the family's business talent has completely disappeared in you? You?" We should have decisively taken over its exclusive agency right then.”

Queller suddenly realized: "Uh...it turns out that's why you did it."

Seeing his son's expression of understanding, the Marquis became even more furious, pointing at his son's nose and began to criticize him.

"The whole person is uneducated and knows how to wander around!"

"Your brother will make me worry less. He can negotiate a business by himself at the age of 15."

"You are twenty years old and you have accomplished nothing yet."

…

Queller looked indifferent and let his father's words go in one ear and out the other as usual.

Marquis Foster was tired of scolding and picked up the water glass to moisten his throat. As soon as it touched his lips, he remembered that there were more important things than teaching his son.

"Quickly, quickly, take a caravan to the Northwest Gulf and negotiate the agency rights for this 'porcelain', as well as that new type of paper. These are all things with great prospects. By the way. , Doesn’t your earl friend need shipbuilders? He can hire as many people as he wants right now. If he doesn’t have enough, he can recruit a batch of them from the family shipyard.”

Kuile responded casually: "Okay, okay, father, please be patient."

Seeing that his son still looked unhurried, Earl Foster jumped to his feet: "Go now!!!"'

Kuile cried bitterly: "No, I just got home. I need to rest for a few days."

But seeing how his father was about to hit him in the face with a water glass, he immediately ran out to do errands.

…

Everyone in the Leachman Adventure Group received the reward for this mission from the Adventurer's Guild.

The leader of the group, Meru, was very happy. He held up the money bag and said, "This mission was finally successful. Let's go find a gourmet restaurant and have a big meal."

Everyone clapped in agreement and happily searched for gourmet restaurants on the street.

Suddenly there was a commotion on the street, and pedestrians moved to both sides. Soon the middle of the street was vacated, and everyone in the adventure group followed the crowd and moved to one side of the road.

Dean pulled the sleeve of a passerby next to him and asked, "Excuse me, we are not familiar with each other when we first arrived here. What happened?"

The passerby turned around and said, "The inquisition caught a witch a few days ago, and she will be burned at the stake now!"

Dean was startled and subconsciously glanced at his companion La Di. Sure enough, the scholar girl's face was completely pale.

The other companions in the adventure group also looked solemn.

The witch-hunting movement is the largest activity initiated by the church and continues to this day. As far as Dean knows, during its most crazy period, the city-state of Messiah alone burned more than 400 suspected witches to death within a year. people.

The long witch-hunting campaign has caused countless tragedies. In many cases, even the Holy See itself had to admit that it had created unjust, false and wrong cases and vindicated the parties concerned.

There was a period of time in which a few scholars and nobles boldly reflected and criticized the witch-hunting movement. Coupled with the rise of the Holy See, the witch-hunting movement fell into a low ebb.

But in recent years, the witch-hunting movement has begun to rise again. Ironically, this time it has arisen precisely in the southern countries that claim to be open-minded.

But to say that the church was created out of nothing, you can’t say that. At least Dean knew that there was one...

Passers-by on both sides of the road started shouting.

"Burn this witch!"

"Burn this bitch for fornicating with the devil!"

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, one read!

Under the escort of church knights, a prison van drove slowly through the street. Many passers-by threw stones at the prison van.

An unkempt woman was chained up in the prison car, with only a pair of dull, lifeless eyes exposed from the gaps in her hair. She allowed hard stones to fall on her body, adding new wounds to her already bruised body. scars.

Continuing forward is the square in the city center, where the rack has been prepared and the woman's fate has been sealed.

Ladi tugged on the captain's sleeve, lowered her head and whispered: "Meru, let's go..."

Meru grabbed her hand and held it tightly, whispering in his ear: "Don't be afraid, we will always protect you."

After what happened, everyone was no longer in the mood to enjoy the delicious food, so they returned to the hotel.

Entering the hotel door, they spotted a familiar figure.

"Brothers and sisters of Leachman Adventure Group, long time no see, I miss you so much!"

Queller came up and hugged the two men in the group tightly.

The group leader Meru said helplessly: "Hey, hey, hey! Master Foster, we have only been separated for a long time!"

"Hahaha! Don't worry about the details. Huh? Why do you all look like you just got seriously ill?"

Meru said: "What do you want from us? We are leaving the city."

Queller snapped his fingers: "I am afraid that you will leave, so I come to you in such a hurry. I have an urgent task that I want to entrust to you."

"What mission?"

Queller pointed to the north and said: "My father asked me to lead a caravan and make another trip to the Northwest Gulf. Are you willing to escort us there? You can ask for whatever price you want for commission."

"Oh?" Meru became interested, not entirely because of the commission, but because she also planned to leave the south and lead the group members to avoid the limelight of the recent witch-hunting movement.

She glanced at Dean and Kai, who quickly understood what she meant and nodded in agreement.

Meru then said: "Okay, Master Kuile. But since it is a caravan, we alone cannot escort it. We have to join up with several other group members before we can set off."

Queller said happily: "It happens that I also need some time, so it's settled!"

I searched for information today and found that the witch-hunting movement in history reached its greatest scale exactly after the Renaissance. It’s really incredible.