MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 128 · The arrival of Luther-Hus (please subscribe!)

"The businessman who can be called a name in Pavesley City will be a chaotic believer, and the penetration of the cult is getting stronger and stronger." Lailen pondered for a while and asked, "Where is Borol Christie now? Has the witch hunter caught it?"

"Arrest? Witch hunters are never arrested. Merchant Boror Christie and his twenty-three heretics, who are also heretics, were all tied at the stake and burned to death." Kerry paused and added. One sentence: "Perhaps their charred corpses are in a sewer somewhere at the moment."

   "All burned? Not one left?" Lailen frowned. He also hoped that the witch hunter group would be able to ask for some useful information from the alien port. Now it seems that the only clue given by the captives of the wolf bandit group has also been interrupted.

"Layren, you have relatively little contact with witch hunters, and you don't know enough about how they deal with things. Those guys who have been in contact with heretical monsters for many years have a somewhat extreme personality. Burning heretics is the greatest thing for them. The pity." The white wolf paladin looked helpless: "'I would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go.' This is the purpose that witch hunters have adhered to for hundreds of years."

The case of a witch hunter who chose to set fire to an entire village in order to destroy a heretical gathering in the countryside is numerous in the church records, especially the one initiated by the Church of Sigmar from 2369 to 2461 of the imperial calendar and lasted for nearly a hundred years. During the Puritan movement, innocent people were constantly arrested by witch hunters, tortured to extort confessions, tied at the stake and burned alive, so that the rulers of the secular regime in the empire seriously doubted the loyalty and reliability of every witch hunter. The violent solution transformed becoming a witch hunter from a glorified scramble to join a dog-hating plague god.

  Krill shook his head: "I have no way of knowing the details, but this piece of information cost me two gold coins. That witch hunter is greedy and stingy."

   "Two gold coins?" Lallen narrowed his eyes and asked after changing the subject, "Krill, what do you think the witch hunter's style of doing things is."

   "Frank, quick, never let go of every clue." White Wolf Paladin replied.

"In this case, it is certain that the witch hunters have already grasped the movements of the businessman Borol Christie before dealing with that group of heretics, and they have no clues from the robbers and captives in their hands, which means that the witch hunters have The information is completely different from ours, and even more detailed." Lailun expressed his guess: "Is there a way to contact the witch hunter?"

"She said they were going to stay in Middenheim for a while and take a few missions to earn some commissions." Krill-An Luo first seemed to understand something, he stood up abruptly, nodded and said, "I'll send it right away. Find someone!"

"No, it's better not to worry." The kingdom knight stopped the white wolf paladin from leaving: "You must tell the Earl of Draven first, and let him decide whether to investigate further. The wolf thieves can make a difference between several counties. To blame, the forces behind it are far beyond our imagination, and hurried action will only startle the snake."

   "Okay, then listen to you."

  Lyren left the camp where the soldiers in Oak Town were stationed. Along the way, he kept thinking about the various obstacles and threats that the future development of the territory would encounter.

Supporting the Nord Kingdom, the northern faction headed by Boris Todbringer and the southern faction headed by Karl Franz, the two sides are almost fighting on the bright side, the current political situation of the empire is not yet under the control of Laylen The only thing that can be done is to choose one side to join. Of course, at least now both sides are still trying their best to win over themselves. This is also the only advantage Lailun has.

What he has to think about now is that after the war, the electors will of course reward him. Layen is already a knight of the honorary kingdom and a quasi-noble. Killing the Kamala Dragon-Blood Dog is undoubtedly the last layer of window paper. It is inevitable to pierce the knighthood, so Lallen is more interested in the substantive things that will be rewarded to him.

   Maybe he can sign a multi-party trade agreement to speed up the development of the territory, or take the initiative to make some requests, for example, three hundred muskets and one hundred sets of full-body plate armor.

  Everything is still unknown, the only thing the knights of the kingdom have to do is to wait patiently.

   When Laren returned to his residence, he found a small group of Rick guards and a group of hungry refugees in the open space in front of the door, and he also saw a familiar little bald head.

  The two ranger knights in charge of protecting Laylen's residence had a slightly sullen expression on their faces: "I've said it many times, this is the residence of the imperial hero Laylen, not a refugee camp! Hurry up and leave, otherwise I'll be very welcome!"

"I'm here to solve the refugee's housing problem, and I've repeated this many times." The head of the battle priest's shiny bald head with a ring was stained with mud, and his brown eyes were full of vitality. And zeal, his expression was not in the slightest annoyed by the words of the guard, a standard set of battle priest half-plate armor looked worn, and the holy symbol of the God of Justice glowed softly white in the sunlight.

   A rune warhammer was behind the battle priest, his tone was as slow as possible, but he still couldn't hide the tiredness.

   But when the battle priest turned to leave, Laylen's eyes lit up and he said, "Luther Huss?!"

  The battle priest was taken aback for a moment, then he turned his head to look at the kingdom knight, and subconsciously shouted, "Mr. Lallen?"

"Hahaha, it's really you. I heard that you became a trainee priest, but I didn't expect such a big change!" Lailun immediately put aside the things in his mind, and walked over with a cheerful laugh. In front of the battle priest, the two hugged firmly: "Hus, when did you come to Nord?"

"A few months ago, the church asked me to choose the direction of the trial of piety. I remembered that I was born in a small village in the Nord Kingdom, so I went north." Luther Huss grinned, and he raised his hand and scratched it. Scratching his bald head, he gave Laylen a big hug again: "Mr Laylen! You are very amazing. When I was fleeing in the north, I heard that an imperial hero named Laylen beheaded the heretic champion of God's Choice, my lord. Would be proud of you!"

  Lyren smiled and waved his hand. He noticed the scars on the young priest's bandage and the tiredness on his face. The kingdom knight instantly understood what happened to Luther Huss.

  Lairn tapped the battle priest on the shoulder, turned to look at the more than 100 ragged refugees in the road: "Are they all refugees who fled with you? Where did they come from?"

"Dieters Harbor." Luther Huss regained his expression, and he revealed the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time: "On the way to escape, half of them died one after another. These poor people are in urgent need of food, clean clothes and medicine. Several children are showing symptoms of infection, and we need Dr. Serena to treat them."

"I see." The kingdom knight nodded, and immediately ordered: "Adrian, Francis, take the refugees to the Oak Collar's station first, let Captain Gavin arrange a temporary tent, and instruct the logistician to stew. A few pots of hot soup, don't forget to prepare some clean clothes for them, and, immediately go to the back of the military camp and ask for a few doctors Selina with the army!"

   "Understood, my lord!"

   "Yes, my lord!"

  Luther-Hus looked at Laylen gratefully, and the battle priest said to the captain of the empire at the front of the refugee queue: "Tywin, you should follow the kingdom knights and go to rest first, I'll be there later."

  The Empire Captain nodded, then waved to the refugees, signaling to follow.

   Soon, more than 100 refugees were led to the Oak Town Station, and the hot meals were ready.

After walking into Lallen's residence, Luther Huss seemed a little reserved. The devout priest Sigmar preferred to live as an ascetic in a beautifully decorated room, but he felt uncomfortable, and he was worried that the mud on his body would make him feel uncomfortable. Stained valuable silk rugs, neither sitting nor standing.

   "Sit down, Huss, I'm glad to see you again." Lallen smiled and said with relief.

Having said that, the kingdom knight poured a large glass of water for the young priest and handed it over: "The guy with the two-handed sword on his back just now, judging from the style of his armor and robes, is an empire of the Nord kingdom. team leader?"

"Tywin Brunhed, and I went south from Diets Harbor, brave warriors who accompanied the wind and rain." The young pastor held a large wooden cup in both hands and drank the water from the cup. He was indeed thirsty. , until the last drop of water fell into his throat, Luther Huss did not put down the big wooden cup: "Thanks to Tywin, his bravery saved many people from the murderous hand, from the moment of the fall of Dieters Harbor, we almost lost All hope is like being swallowed up by the abyss, in fact, I underestimated the courage and perseverance of the soldiers of the Empire, otherwise I would not have succeeded in getting here."

   "Yeah." Lallen sighed lightly and poured another glass of water for the young pastor: "Tell me about your experience, Huss, it must have been full of hardships."

More than ten minutes later, Luther Hus briefly recounted his experiences over the past two months, from the first battle of the pious trial northward, and the defense of Dites Harbor, to the rescue of groups after groups. refugee.

   In the whole experience of the young battle priest, there is only one thing that goes through before and after, and that is war.

". A few days ago, the refugees and I met Marshal Rick Kurt Heilberg, who happened to rescue us with his Rick guards in order to clear a farm occupied by barbarians." Luther Huss slowly talked about what happened not long ago, bringing the whole journey to an end.

   After listening to this, the Knights of the Kingdom were filled with emotion and could only praise: "If Pastor Zeis could hear this, he would definitely be proud of you."

   The young pastor smiled and scratched the back of his head. For him, Zeis was also his father and teacher, which was the biggest recognition.

Luther Hus suddenly remembered something, he took out a token engraved with a hammer-wielding griffin given by Marshal Rick, and handed the token to the kingdom knight: "By the way, Mr. Lailen, Heilberg Your Excellency said that this token is my reward for saving more than 160 people."

  Lairen took a careful look at the token, and there is no doubt that the engraved golden griffin symbolizes the most influential family in Reikland, the Schlistein family.

  The knight of the kingdom recalled that he accidentally mentioned the name of Luther Huss at the banquet, and immediately understood it all. It was another olive branch thrown by Emperor Karl Franz.

   The most surprising thing is that the Emperor of the Empire actually paid attention to an inconspicuous and unimportant name.

   Reminiscent of Karl Franz's kind face at the banquet, and the depth hidden in his eyes, Leron narrowed his eyes and had to examine the delicate relationship between himself and the emperor.

   "Mr. Lallen?" Luther Huss called softly, mistaking the kingdom knight's silence for this token.

"Oh, nothing, Huss, put this thing away, it will be of great use in the future." Laylen handed the token back to the young priest and poured himself a glass of dark beer: "Huss, complete the trial of piety After that, do you have any plans?"

"I haven't thought about the plan so much yet." Luther Huss pondered for a while, and said solemnly: "But the experience of more than two months has made me realize that my strength is too small, in the face of real danger, Only a small number of people can be rescued, and there are many truths in the Holy Word of the Lord's Prayer that have yet to be unraveled, and I would like to hone them for a few more years if I can."

  Lyren nodded, and he said with a complicated expression: "Luther Huss, please remember that Oaktown will never lack an upright and devout Sigmar priest like you!"

   "Okay, I remember."

   The young pastor stood up and was about to leave. He remembered something, turned around and begged, "Mr. Lallen, those poor refugees, can you please send them to Sessenmond?"

"no problem."

Laylen also stood up: "However, the number of people who fled in Sesenmonde exceeded 40,000, and the entire city was already bloated, not to mention that the barbarian army had just ended the siege two weeks ago, and the provincial capital was in ruins. The granary is very empty, the defense force is weak, and there will be no harvest this autumn, once the winter comes, it is very likely to face problems such as famine and plague, and it will last for a long time.”

"so what should I do now?"

   "The electors in the south have tried to raise supplies to support the Nord Kingdom, but they can't quench their thirst from far away. Refugees need to migrate south in large numbers to avoid material shortages before winter."

  Lyren thought for a while and came up with a solution: "Well, I'll arrange for a few knights to send the refugees to Oak Town, my territory, where the population is scarce and resources are abundant, which just happens to save cumbersome written records."

   "You can rest assured on this point. Soldiers who have fled will be incorporated into the territorial army, and ordinary farmers will get a few acres of arable land and temporary housing."

   "Thank you very much! Mr. Lelan!" Luther-Hus nodded and thanked Lelan: "I believe in Mr. Lelan's ability!"

"This is our responsibility, we can't say thanks." The Kingdom Knight smiled lightly. If he really wanted to say thanks, he should thank the young priest for filling the population gap in Oak Town: "By the way, Hus, I see that those refugees have a lot of trust in you, and by the way, you should also go to Oak Town, which is developing rapidly."

"no problem!"

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