activa-t Chapter 72 Who else took the money?
Chapter 72 Who else took the money?
Arwen raised his hand and threw the red-robed priest in front of the crowd. The priest was already unconscious, and his trousers were mostly wet.
The cat-like eyes beneath the hood looked down at everyone with disdain.
"Is this your pastor? A coward who only knows how to bully the weak and fear the strong?"
The protesters stepped back, their contempt tinged with disdain, but they also noticed the corpse lying on the carriage.
The ferocious royal pterosaur head stared at them in deathly silence.
"Gulp!"
Numerous sounds of swallowing saliva could be heard.
"My God, what... what kind of monster is that!?"
"It's a dragon! Can you see its wings?"
"Fool, have you forgotten? A month ago, we were working for the lord's entourage, those flying lizards, what were they called...?"
"Pterodactyl!"
"Yes, that's it."
"That monster, which even the lord's soldiers couldn't kill, is dead!"
Everyone gasped, their eyes filled with apprehension as they looked at the man in black.
Arwen placed the greatsword beside him and made a gesture reminiscent of Meritelli's prayer.
"I was ordered by the Temple of Meritelli to hunt down the pterodactyl monster that plagued the town of Franktal, and I have now completed my mission."
"Do you have any objections?"
The protesters exchanged glances. The monster that even the lord couldn't defeat was now dying at the hands of the person in front of them.
If they insist on standing up for themselves, aren't they just throwing their lives away?
"Aaron, we haven't finished the work the lord assigned us today. Let's go back quickly..."
"Yes..." Aaron slapped his forehead, "Let's hurry back..."
The crowd of protesters began to waver, and just then, a loud voice rang out.
"Fellow villagers, we are the brave people of Cordwin, are you all afraid?"
A tall, muscular man emerged from the crowd of protesters, dressed similarly to the previous "shareholders."
He stared maliciously at Alwin, "Don't be fooled. This is the temple of an evil god, a witch's fabrication, it's all fake!"
"Think about this carefully, everyone. How could he, all by himself, possibly kill a terrifying monster that even a lord couldn't handle?"
"It's all fake!"
"We mustn't be swayed by his current momentum!"
"There are so many of us, each of us could drown him with a single spit!"
"If we leave today, allowing this evil place of infanticide to continue to exist, allowing these witches to continue deceiving our wives, what kind of men are we!"
"Yes! Lava is right!"
"This place must be destroyed today!"
"But...but this doesn't look fake to me..."
"Coward, there are so many of us, what are we afraid of?"
The protesters gripped their weapons tightly. Some were timid, some were hesitant, but most were simply indifferent and only wanted to have fun.
Arwen strode forward, and Lava stared intently at him, lowering his voice so that only Arwen could hear him, his tone smug.
"I recognize your attire; it's that of a Witcher. According to King Cordwin's laws, Witchers can only kill monsters. You can't do anything to me. I advise you..."
A sneer came from beneath the black hood.
"Specializing in killing monsters?" Arwen slowly raised his head, revealing his greyish-yellow cat eyes. "Yes, my sword is specifically for killing monsters, so..."
His right arm suddenly rose, and Lava's pupils constricted, his eyes widening in disbelief as a surge of sword light swept down.
The sharp blade, starting from his left shoulder, tore through flesh and severed bones, cleaving his entire body diagonally in two.
"You are not worthy of being called a human being."
The two halves of the body landed on the ground one after the other, their internal organs spilling out like wild horses.
"Murder...murder!"
Panic-stricken cries rang out one after another.
Alwin's spiked boots slammed into Lava's face, making his facial bones crunch.
He raised the greatsword with his right arm, intimidating the restless crowd.
He bent down and took out a small rabbit fur bag from the lining of his cotton coat.
I weighed it in my left hand a few times; it was heavy and made a metallic clanging sound.
Turning his palm over, golden crowns burst from the bag's opening, falling like raindrops into the pool of blood, creating crimson ripples.
Alwin glanced at it; there were at least fifty or sixty crowns.
This amount is something a tenant farmer could hardly save in a lifetime.
He released his left hand, and the money bag floated lightly to the ground.
After pointing his greatsword at a circle of protesters, he hoisted it onto his shoulder and spoke indifferently.
"Who among you took the money?"
The protesters took a few steps back. Even Rawa's accomplices, who had been disturbed by the [Yakshi Seal], knew that something was wrong and were terrified.
Alwin raised his voice, his tone chillingly cold.
"You dare not?"
"Then let me put it another way."
"Anyone who still wants this funeral expense, get out here!"
In an instant, the protesters present fell silent.
Looking at the gold coins scattered on the ground, the anger in everyone's eyes was no longer replaced by greed and deep fear.
They realized that Lava was making a fortune behind them, drinking ale and raking in gold coins, while they, these fools, were losing their heads in front of them.
Those protesters who were just there to join the fun and were hiding in the back dropped their weapons and ran away.
As soon as one person left, the protesters scattered like birds.
Narawa's accomplices also tried to take advantage of the chaos to leave, but as soon as they turned around, someone grabbed their collar from behind.
Did I let you leave?
A faint voice came from behind my head.
Lava's accomplices were horrified and pleaded for mercy.
"Sir...sir..."
Before he could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly dropped, and the bluestone bricks on the ground filled his entire field of vision.
"Bang!"
He slammed his face hard against the stone bricks and lost consciousness.
The once noisy scene suddenly quieted down, so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the willows in the wind.
Footsteps sounded behind him. Arwen sheathed his sword and turned around.
It's Mia and the hunter brothers, Zachary.
Mia's eyes were filled with gratitude.
She knew in her heart that if it weren't for Arwen's presence, the temple would likely have faced a great calamity today.
The hunter Zachary secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with admiration.
"By the goddess Meritelli, Mr. Raven, you are truly valiant; no wonder this pterodactyl died at your hands."
Arwen shook his head, then took out his money pouch from his pocket, took out ten clean crowns, and handed them to the hunter Zachary.
"Here are ten crowns for you, as payment for transporting the goods."
"This...this won't do..." Hunter Zachary hurriedly waved his hand.
"I only delivered a shipment for you, and the Temple of Meritelli has helped us before without charging us."
His brother chimed in, "Yes, Lord Raven, that won't do."
Arwin shoved the money directly into the hunter Zachary's arms. "Take it. It's not just for transporting the goods, but also for your two-wheeled carriage. I need to borrow it for a few days."
Seeing that Arwen insisted, the two looked at each other and made a gesture of prayer.
"May the goddess bless you, you are truly a generous person."
"squeak……"
The temple doors opened slowly, revealing a crack.
A nun dressed similarly to Mia came out.
Her eyes were wary, her hands clenched, and she carried a willow basket that shimmered with iridescent colors in the sunlight.
Arwen's cat-like eyes flashed, and he sensed a strong fluctuation through his Alchemy Perception.
It's a magic potion.