"But, Father, there's a witch among them." The village chief tried to convince the priest to accept their help—and, at the same time, to convince himself that they could help him.
"Do you think something like that could possibly clear out those rats?" The priest shook his head.
At his words, the villagers seemed to agree that the priest was right.
"Judging by your outfits, you're a band of mercenaries you picked up along the way. Did Morgan ask you to pretend to be witches or something? For your own safety, you'd better stay out of this. Those rats are more than you can handle. Just leave and go to Ubersreik." The priest spoke bluntly.
"Father, would you mind coming over here for a moment?" Lin Yun showed no trace of mockery.
If you only listened to the priest's words, you might think he was an ignorant cleric.
But Lin Yun didn't believe the Sigmar Church would really have an ignorant priest of such high standing.
Lin Yun only had to look into it a little to understand.
As a member of the Sigmar Church, the priest naturally knew that the church's priests could wield Divine Magic, just as the wizards of the Magic Academy could cast spells.
But this had to do with the Empire and Batonia's policy of keeping the common folk ignorant.
As mentioned before, superstitious practices could draw Tzeentch's attention. If there was something real behind them, that was one thing. But if people made things up at random—or used them to deceive others—they could easily attract his gaze.
Tzeentch had far too much time on his hands, after all.
In most small villages, the priests responsible for preaching did their best to tell the villagers that superstition was nothing but a paper tiger, that it