Chapter 128

After a short period of running in, the witches gradually became familiar with the work of the first Pathological Research Institute of Legrand, and became the second group of popular assistants after the plague doctors. Young medical students are curious about their magic medicine, and they also want to study their special abilities.

Witches feel like they have to face 100000 people every day. Why:

- how do you fly on broomsticks?

It's said in the fairy tale that you can curse people and turn them into frogs. Is that true?

What's the difference between the structure of the changed frog and that of the normal frog?

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In the face of colleagues with thick notes and thirst for knowledge, witches always have the illusion that they are looking after a curious baby It's still the kind of powerful beyond action and destruction.

By the way, under the infection of the madmen, the witches soon got rid of the fear of the scaffold.

In addition, because they had been wanted, many of them actually carried a frame of fire and got the admiration and admiration of some young researchers.

The witch leader, who has been carrying the life and death of her people, always feels that something is wrong when he recites 100 laboratory rules.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a young witch flying high and low on a broom, and the young researchers applauded her in the yard; the plague doctor followed a witch through the long laboratory corridor; the minister pharmacist frowned and asked some witches with "witch's hammer"; more witches wore clean and brand-new robes, Standing in front of the test bench, she either recites the experimental rules as hard as she does, or she has already begun to make magic potions

There is no judge in black, no cross in secret silver, no hound in the dark.

It was a happy time that witches never expected.

With their cooperation, the pharmacist quickly wrote a book which was a tit for tat with the hammer of the witches.

In the words of Mr. Dunner, the pharmacist, writing this book is the most time-consuming thing he has ever done, because anyone whose brain has not been eaten by the corpse eater should feel the insult to his intelligence when he sees the hammer of the witches.

It was at this time that the knight in charge of the guard of the first Institute of pathology in Legrand delivered the king's order.

Your majesty is going to see them.

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The king did not meet the witch representatives on formal occasions, but in the name of hunting in the royal forest outside METZL.

Spring has arrived, the thick snow in the forest has melted into a gurgling stream, flowing over the dark stones. The forest outside METZL is called "Heather", which means the place where the stars fall in ancient Legrand. Heather forest is recognized as the most beautiful forest in Legrand. It is the time for early hunting.

The king, dressed in a coat with diamond pins and a riding suit, rode slowly along the path full of fine sunlight.

The witch leader followed the king and told him in a low voice about the current situation in Blaise.

The witch Ellie arrived in METZL last night. From the witch, 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 far north. In their belief, the ancient snake of the far north is the snake of the world. It lives at the end of the world and breeds life in the almost barren ice field. After the end of the legend era, the gods disappeared from the earth, and the ancient snakes sank into the ice sea. Their power lost its support and became rootless.

This is the origin of the immortal relationship between the Witch and the Holy See.

In the belief legend of the holy court, the snake is a sin and the origin of all evils.

However, the ability to escape from the holy empire under the close pursuit of the holy Court Justice Bureau has shown that the strength of these witches is not weak. It took less than two days between the king's order to see them and the witch leader's arrival in METZL.

"How did you do it?"

Asked the king.

"Sire, although most legends are absurd, some are not groundless." The witch leader laughed. "We can indeed fly on broomsticks, but we must be very careful, because the sky at night is not only ours, but also some dark creatures circling in the sky."

"Is everyone flying as fast as you?"

Asked the king thoughtfully.

"It's about magic, sire." The witch replied that she remembered one thing and gave the king the book that the pharmacist had asked her to bring to attack the witch's hammer.

The king took the book and looked at it. "What's its name?"

"The enchanted world."

Said the witch in a low voice, sad.

She thought of the land on the other side of the abyss Strait, where the torches stand and the crazy believers search day and night. The kingdom that claims to be God is constantly throwing innocent people into the fire, while Dr. pestilence haunts, while Legrand, a companion in hell, is sheltering those who long to live Isn't the world just crazy?"Thank you, your majesty."

Said the witch chief gratefully.

They fled all the way, and saw too many innocent ordinary people die because of the ridiculous witch hunting movement. The death of these people is like a heavy boulder on them. If only this book could wake some people up from their fanaticism.

It's just something that makes the witch leader confused all the time. The fanatical believers can't tell who is the real witch, but the judges of the Holy See must know, and they must know that most of the people burned to death are innocent. So why do they do this?

When the king heard the witch leader's question, he smiled with a chill.

"Because of the rule."

He answered softly.

The establishment of the holy Empire depended on too many miracles, so they could only continue on the path of faith. And the problems a country has to face are far beyond religion itself. In politics, even God has to give in and benefit. The army of the holy see is not a real army of angels. It doesn't need money or food. Whether it is for the sake of shifting burdens or shifting contradictions, the holy Empire must find a goal for people to vent.

Throughout the ages, this victim of anger is always the weak.

Women, excluded nations Always.

Discrimination brings exclusion, exclusion brings violence, and finally it turns into a ridiculous tragedy.

"The enchanted world It's a good name

The king gently touched the title page of the book and handed it to the housekeeper beside him.

The witch leader didn't know what the king was thinking, but he could hear the heavy and sad words in his words. The miserable fate of the witch clan passed in front of her eyes. She seemed to understand some vague answers from the haggard faces of the clan for more than a thousand years.

"All right." The king ended the subject and turned to something else. "You're from the holy empire. Do you know anything about the Pope?"

"A suggestion." After describing her understanding of the Pope, the witch leader with brown hair hesitated to say to the king, "maybe you can let your theologians take the lead in attacking the saying of" Papal house ". It is... "

The witch looked for words, and she seemed unable to express herself accurately for a moment.

"It's probably the most dangerous crown for you The world should not have two equally brilliant crowns. "

She seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to say it too clearly.

The king did not blame her, but remembered what the devil had said before he left - warning the Pope.

Is it because of this?

He thought, and then asked if the witch leader had any opinion about ferry III.

"Ferri III?" The witch leader seemed to think of something from the king's previous question. She frowned and hesitated for a moment. "I think I may know a little bit about why the Pope is so obsessed with trying to make Ferri III die."

"Tell me about it."

The leaves of the Bush in front of him swayed. The king took off his bow from behind and put an arrow on the string. He asked casually.

"It's a shame that Philip III once contacted us and wanted to join hands with us." The witch leader looked a little embarrassed. After all, it was to the present King of Legrand. She was not sure what the king's attitude was to Ferri III, so she had to carefully use the words, "at that time, we were being chased by the court, so we refused."

"What does he want to do?"

Asked the king.

"He seems to want to..." The witch leader tried to recall, showing a somewhat puzzled look, "he wants to open the tomb of the gods."

The iron arrow broke through the air.

Among the bushes in the distance, a stag leaped out of the Bush and fell down with a long arrow on its forehead.

The king turned to the Witch and said, "Tomb of the gods?"

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The Pennines snow all the year round. This is the last border of Northwest Blaise. Further on, there is the vast Arctic ice sheet. On the cloth of the world, the Arctic ice sheet is filled with vast white by geographers, and ancient boa constrictors and giant snakes coil around it.

Unlike the Engel mountains of Legrand, the Arctic ice sheet is truly barren.

The only people who can live there are wild animals and lunatics.

Ferri III gasped as he leaned against the trunk of a black pine tree. As the wind blew, the snow fell from the pine leaves. He was able to hear the tired breath of the guards around him. All of them were tired as if they were going to sleep at any time. All of them came here by the last bit of anger and unwilling support.

The Templars were stationed on a hill not far from them, and the campfire of the enemy camp could be seen in the dark night.

This period of time was the most troubled time in his life.

Ferri III did not dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was as if hot blood splashed on his face again. His teacher Carl yelled at him and told him to run away.He used to be a proud monarch, but now he has to live on the blood of his relatives. He has no dignity, no pride, just to live by all means.

Like a coward.