Chapter 169: Unbearable

Some of those people were still in a coma, while others were still rolling there, and were beaten hard without any resistance. They were ruthless and heavy.

After a short scream, the few people were obviously beaten to death without a sound. The monk frowned slightly, and the wooden door behind opened. Roger was holding a wooden board in his hand. If he read it correctly, it should be the bed board lying under him, and rushed towards a person lying on the ground.

Huigang stretched out his hand and pulled him back, asking coldly:

"Do you kill them, and the Imperial Guards don't care? Are you not afraid of revenge from the people of the Church of Light?"

There was already some impatient feeling in his words. Saving these people was not to let them kill people, and the scene of so many vicious revenge by the elderly, weak, women and children made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

That Rogge, the young man was already extremely excited. He didn't see Huigang's impatientness, but just said excitedly:

"This group of bastards has been here for many years. If we take revenge, none of us are afraid of revenge. Sister Anne's youngest son was directly killed by them because his family could not afford to pay for indulgences."

"Master, do you think they are selling? Every time the bastard priest finished speaking, he had to ask for money from house to house. How many people have they harmed? Several girls around us were all over them.... Anyway, this is how life is worse than death. It's better to let these bastards be punished first."

After hearing these words, the young man who had just recovered from his leg injury rushed to the person who was knocked down by Huigang with a stone and slapped it heavily with a board. The monk still wanted to stop it, but he didn't move.

He walked to Bishop Gunton who was crawling in frightened on the ground, and gently stretched out his hand and lifted the man up. Gunton looked at Huigang's calm face, and felt his mind keep tightening, as if it was about to explode. He was frightened and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Suddenly, he heard a cold snorkeling and pulled him back from the brink of collapse. The monk looked at him coldly and asked:

“Where did these believers come from?”

"It's all from the thief union in Munich. I don't have so many people under my command."

"Why do these things for you?"

"The Church of Light guarantees that they will be protected in their actions in this place, and many of their shameful businesses are here, and they can get 20% of the money they receive from indulgences."

Bishop Gunton, who was extremely afraid, told the other party everything he knew. It turned out that from ten years ago, the core of the Church of Light had greatly increased the number of contributions to branches in various places. The commands of the Holy City should not be disobeyed to churches in various places.

This has almost become the only criterion for evaluation of promotion within the church, so everyone uses it. In this poor place, Gunton naturally uses this method without any concerns about the consequences.

Bishop Gunton naturally gained a lot of benefits in it, but obviously he did not expect that today would be the case. At this time, he had recovered from that state of psychocracy, but the fear in his heart still tightened his heart.

Huigang looked at him coldly, and his emotionless look made him feel extremely scared, afraid of losing his life. The monk gently stroked his hand on his leg and threw the bishop on the road as if he had thrown away the broken sack.

"Leave this place far away and don't let me see you again."

Obviously, Gunton would no longer have the courage to return here. Once he landed on the ground, the priest who was already in his forties seemed to be a teenager.

More than a dozen believers of light dressed in the thief guild lying on the ground have been beaten to death by angry poor people. When they heard what Roger said just now, the monk had no sympathy for these people, but he still told him:

"If you want to deal with these corpses, they will cause you no longer need trouble and also cause unclean diseases."

The treatment was very simple. On the open space where the poor had piled up garbage, more than a dozen bodies were thrown there casually, and then burned into a fire, all of which turned into ashes.

The monk felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. If a person does not kill, it is considered to do good deeds, but the evil person comes to kill himself and does not resist, then it is not kindness but pedantic.

At this time, Roger, the young man with broken legs, was surrounded by his neighbors and asked questions, obviously feeling very surprised and amazed by this magical medical technique.

As soon as Huigang came back, a group of people surrounded him, with admiration in his eyes. Huigang looked at Roger next to him and Anne and his daughter there. These people had happy expressions on their faces, and the monk also felt a little joy in his heart. This was the time when he felt the most comfortable after leaving the palace.

Among the crowd, there was a trembling old man. Although he had a pale face and thin skin, he was dressed very clean and tidy all over again. Just now, when everyone rushed out and beat the dog in the water, the only old man did not move. He was so happy to see the people around him.

I wanted to say something to the monk, but I couldn't get in. I finally waited until Huigang finished treating a few people with inflammation in the body, and then walked to the monk.

The monk had long noticed this unique old man, and Roger had been by the side and was very happy to help him. Seeing the old man coming, he quickly said respectfully:

"Mr. Modov, why did you come here too? Are you feeling any physical discomfort?"

Although Modov was dressed in a ragged dress, he was clean and his temperament was very different from those around him. He looked about fifty or sixty years old. He smiled at Huigang friendly and whispered:

"My right arm is a little uncomfortable. Can you show it to me?"

Huigang agreed with a smile. The old man opposite sat down and stretched out his arm. The monk stretched out his hand to make a careful judgment. Roger on the side has been orphans since he was a child and has been raised by people here. Therefore, he is more lively and has a very familiarity with the situation of these people around him.

When the monk was concentrating on his diagnosis, he introduced that Modov was an official from the northern province of the Drew Empire. He lost his official position because of some crimes and could only live in this place with a little savings. Because he knew the text and had some knowledge, he was also a leader here.

Modov sat for a while and said:

"Rog, I still have half a bag of semolina at home. You can keep some of it yourself and send the rest to Anne."

For those who only want food and clothing all day long, coquettish is already considered exquisite food. Roger went happily. At this time, in Roger's dilapidated room, only Modov and Huigang were left. Huigang's hand moved slightly, and a bone spur on Modov's right arm had been completely melted.

The monk did not care about his treatment and said to the old man in front of him:

"Old man, do you have something to say to me?"

Obviously, Roger, who had just asked the house to go out to send the young man away. I guess he had something to say privately. A look of surprise flashed across Modoff's face, and then he became serious. He looked at the monk in front of him and said:

"Mr. Folit, thank you for saving Roger's life, but do you want to take the lives of everyone in this area?"

Huigang had no expression on his face. He knew that the other party must have something to say next:

"Although the anger of the people here has reached the point where they do not care about life and death, how much trouble will the death of the "Lightists" bring to this place? I don't think it will take long. Perhaps tonight, everyone here will be killed and all the houses will be burned."

The monk couldn't help but ask, and he still said in that calm tone:

"If you don't resist, will you endure it like this here?"

Modov's face also changed no matter how much, and he asked indifferently:

"Is there any way? Anne's daughter, when she grows up, she can be a servant, or a maid, or find a place to work hard. If she is not lucky, she will go back to work as a prostitute standing on the street. But all this is to survive. Will the Thieves Guild let it go?"

The monk sighed in his heart. These people could only hope that they would use negative responses to hope that the other party would forgive them, but they would not think that their concessions would only make the other party even more arrogant.

After thinking about it, Huigang thought of herself. After coming to this world, she always wanted to give in and endure any incidents she encountered. She hoped to calm down the situation. But things often became bigger and bigger, and in the end she often solved the problem with blood.

Sometimes, thunder moves are also the best way.

Huigang stood up, stared at the worried old man in front of him, and said word by word:

"No one will come to you, please rest assured."
Chapter completed!