In September, the Northwest Gulf already has a sense of autumn, and the forests all over the mountains are slowly covered with golden and orange colors. Farmers are busy harvesting crops in the fields, preparing for the coming long winter.

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

This team was the first batch of artisans recruited by Quiller Foster for his good friend Paul and a caravan of his family. They took a boat from the Horn Bay to avoid the south of the Aldo Kingdom. The war-torn area, then landed on the west coast of the kingdom, and from there went north to the northwest region of the kingdom by land.

And it was the previous Lichman Adventure Group who escorted this team, but this time they were all dispatched.

Go back in time two months.

"Why did I raise your useless son!"

A member of the Council of the Horn Bay Alliance—Marquis Foster, shouted in his mansion with grief and indignation.

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

Quiller retorted dissatisfiedly: "Father! Didn't I just sneak out for a few days? As for getting so angry?"

Marquis Foster glared at his son: "I'll settle the matter with you later on when you left without saying goodbye."

He held up a porcelain plate with both hands and shook it cautiously in front of Quiller's eyes: "Tell me about this stupid thing you did first!"

Quiller looked puzzled: "This is a gift from my friend. Let me come back and promote it for him. He plans to sell it to the south. I know it is very valuable, so I specially ask you, a business veteran, to estimate it." How come you call it stupid when you lower the price?"

The Marquis of Fortes carefully placed the porcelain plate on the table first, then slapped his son on the forehead, and said in a tone of resentment: "How did the family's business talent disappear completely when it came to you? You At that time, we should decisively win its exclusive agency rights."

Quiller suddenly realized: "Uh... so you are doing it for this."

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

"The whole is ignorant and incompetent, just know to wander around!"

"Your brother makes me feel at ease. I can negotiate a business by myself at the age of 15."

"Twenty-year-old people have not accomplished anything yet."

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

Marquis Foster was tired of cursing, picked up a glass of water to moisten his throat, and as soon as he touched his lips, he remembered that there was something more important than teaching his son a lesson.

"Quickly, quickly, take a caravan to the Northwest Gulf, and discuss the agency rights of this 'porcelain', and the new type of paper, as well. These are things with great prospects. By the way , Isn’t your earl friend short of shipbuilders? Go recruit people now, as many as he wants? If you don’t have enough, take a batch from the family shipyard.”

Quiller responded casually: "Okay, okay, don't be impatient, father."

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

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

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

The members of the Lichman Adventure Group received the reward for this mission from the Adventurer's Guild.

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

Everyone applauded and happily found a gourmet restaurant on the street.

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

Dean tugged on 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 passer-by turned around and said, "A few days ago, the court caught a witch, and now she is going to be burned on the stake!"

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

The other companions of the adventure group also had serious faces.

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

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

For a period of time, a small number of scholars and nobles boldly reflected and criticized the witch-hunting movement, coupled with the rise of the Mingli within the Holy See, the witch-hunting movement fell into a low ebb.

However, in recent years, the witch hunting movement has begun to rise again. Ironically, this time it happened in the southern countries that flaunt their open-mindedness.

But it can be said that the church was created out of nothing, and it can’t be said that, at least Dean knows that there is a...

Passers-by on both sides of the road began to shout, "Burn this witch!" "Burn this **** who has fornicated with the devil!"

Escorted by the knights of the church, a prison car drove slowly through the street, and many passers-by threw stones at the prison car.

A disheveled woman was chained in a prison car, only a pair of lifeless and lifeless eyes were exposed from the gaps in her hair. She let the hard stones fall on her body, adding new wounds to her already bruised body. scars.

Going forward is the square in the city center, where the stake is ready, and the woman's fate is already doomed~www.readwn.com~ Ladi tugged at the sleeve of the captain, 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 such a thing happened, everyone was in no mood to enjoy the food, so they returned to the hotel.

Entering the hotel gate, they found a familiar figure.

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

Quiller came up and hugged the two men in the regiment tightly.

The head of the group, Meru, said helplessly, "Hey, hey! Master Foster, we've only been separated for half a day!"

"Hahaha! Don't pay attention to the details. Huh? Why do you all look like you just had a serious illness?"

"Is there anything we can do for you? We're leaving the city," Meru said.

Quiller snapped his fingers: "I was afraid that you would leave, so I came to you in such a hurry. I have an urgent task to entrust to you."

"What mission?"

Quiller pointed to the north and said, "My father asked me to lead a caravan to the Northwest Gulf. Are you willing to **** us there? You can ask for commissions or whatever."

"Oh?" Meru became interested, not 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 hunt.

She glanced at Dean and Kay, who quickly took her point and nodded in agreement.

Meru then said: "Okay, Master Quiller. But since it's a caravan, we can't **** it alone, and we have to join a few other members to set off."

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

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