Three people were kneeling in front of the monster.
The man on the far left has a figure like a stretched bamboo pole, and his clothes are stained with mud, but the gold embroidery on his collar is as clean as ever.
The pale face seemed to be frozen by ice, not even the eyelashes moved.
Dick knows that this is Judge Faraj.
The person in the middle is wearing a knight's armor, tall and holding a sword with one hand, and the muscles on his knuckles are prominent.
He was also kneeling, but judging from the gnashing of teeth, it was obvious that he was extremely reluctant. This person was none other than the noble Gom.
The fat businessman Avery's luxurious silk coat seemed to be scratched to pieces by thorns, and grease dripped down the three layers of chin and onto the buttons.
When the monster floated strangely in front of his head, the fat man actually became incontinent.
The fishy liquid spread a dark trace on the ground where he was kneeling.
The sound waves like the friction of rotten flesh caused the mist to fluctuate slightly. The monster opened its scarlet mouthparts and stared at Tyson with a hint of ridicule:
"You are finally here, and you have brought with you a fellow demon hunter, a righteous demon hunter. You are about to rescue these three 'innocent and pitiful people'."
When talking about "innocent and pitiful people", it deliberately emphasized the tone.
Tyson's face that used to look kind and generous now has muscles that are tense like a big bow.
"Monster! I have brought the people here as requested. According to the rules of the game, we can proceed to the next step."
This monster was unhurried, slowly being lifted up and drifting by the mist beneath it.
Suddenly, the gray mist beneath it suddenly turned rusty, and in the blink of an eye, it floated in front of Dick.
The blood-red single eye was parallel to Dick's cat pupil, and it murmured in a low voice:
"Witcher, what do you think of the civil strife in Sarleon today?"
"An era will always change. When the nobles in the territory exploit their subjects too much, uprisings and riots will become inevitable.
"But it has nothing to do with me."
The eyelid muscles under the monster's one eye relaxed slightly, seeming to be satisfied with Dick's words.
Under the fluctuation of the mist beneath it, it moved to the front of the crowd in the blink of an eye, looked at Tyson, and joked:
"Knight of justice, your partner seems to have different ideas from you.
I remember when you came yesterday, I asked you the same question. How did you answer?
Say it again! Again!"
Tyson was deeply afraid that something might happen to the poor people who were ravaged by monsters, so he patiently repeated what he said yesterday:
"All wars are wrong.
After Sarleon civilians killed the nobles, they mutilated their wives and daughters and beheaded them one by one.
They have one foot in Abyss, and this is not the right thing to do."
"Isn't that right?" The monster turned to look at Dick like a broken frame, "Demon hunter, do you think what those mobs did was wrong?"
Dick's index finger rubbed the anti-slip pattern of Dawn Sword's handle back and forth, and he spoke after seven times:
"Justice is like cutting fire with a sword."
He stared at the phosphorus fire swimming under the monster's skin, "If you temper it too quickly, it will crack, if you temper it too slowly, it will curl.
Those knives slashing at women and children have long been stained red with hatred."
The monster's one eye narrowed slightly, "Please continue."
As he spoke, his tone became much softer, and the surrounding fog also dispersed a bit.
"The commoners vented their resentment, destroyed manors, and massacred innocent people around the nobles.
Many servants were just begging for food and had not done anything bad.
To put it more deeply, these servants are not oppressors.
Therefore the common people also harmed the servants who were also members of the oppressed class.
So in that regard, I don't think what civilians are doing is right."
Dick paused, "As for the revenge suffered by the noble family...
When Dick smiled, Tyson felt cold all over for no reason.
"The nobles exploit the common people to the extreme and survive by sucking the flesh and blood of the common people, just like Ghoul who scoops out the bone marrow of living people with a golden spoon.
Although their relatives and friends did not directly oppress the common people, they also benefited from the nobles and enjoyed the blood-stained wealth."
At the end, Dick's words became colder and colder, "So, I think the nobles and their relatives and friends deserve to die."
"Hahahaha", a hearty laugh came from the monster's mouth.
Tyson turned pale after hearing Dick's explanation.
He looked at Dick and wanted to express his opinion. "I think..."
The monster suddenly moved in front of him, its forehead almost touching Tyson's face, "Actually, this game only requires four people to participate.
Although you possess the noble spirit of chivalry, what should you say?
A bit..."
"It's a bit like those brains soaking in holy water in the temple." Dick added casually on the side.
The monster's figure visibly stagnated for a moment, as if thinking, "This metaphor is very appropriate. You are just like those brains soaked in holy water in the temple."
I hate holy water, so I no longer need you in this game, and you are not welcome in the manor."
As he spoke, 20 transparent octopus tentacles suddenly jumped out from the gaps in the bandage. These tentacles wrapped around Tyson's armor and threw him away like stones from a trebuchet. In the blink of an eye, Tyson disappeared into the thick fog.
When Dick pulled out the Dawn Sword three-inch sword, the monster pressed down with both hands and explained:
"Witcher, I didn't harm your companion, I just drove him out of my territory.
You are very attractive to me, if I still... Anyway, the game will officially begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, thick fog filled the air beneath him, completely shrouding him, and then he disappeared in a strange instant.
Tyson suddenly appeared outside the manor, rolled and landed smoothly.
As soon as he stood up, the fat woman spat and screamed:
"Tyson, why did you come out so quickly? Where is your fellow demon hunter?"
"The monsters drove me away. They only need four people to participate in the game."
"What about my commission fee? Since there is only one person participating in the game, at least half of my commission fee should be refunded."
Tyson stared at the closed dilapidated wooden door. After taking two steps forward, the geckos around him were slithering like poisonous snakes.
This is the monster inside warning him not to come closer.
When the fat woman saw that Tyson didn't answer, she screamed and cursed non-stop.
Tyson felt like a fly was buzzing in his ears, and he shouted angrily:
"Shut up! White pig!"
My grand leader is still inside, and I don't care about the commission money now.
If you dare to say another word, I will slap your fat face into eight layers and make you unable to make any noise again!"
Several people around were surprised for a moment.
In the past few months since Tyson came to Sarleon, everyone knows that although he is a demon hunter, he is actually a righteous knight.
He originally charged commissions from nobles, but now that the situation in the country is complicated, he provides free services to everyone.
And he never loses his temper. Even if the villagers have bad attitudes, he never refutes and always has a simple and honest smile on his face.
But no one expected that this honest man would explode at this moment.
It is said that the sudden outburst of an honest person is the scariest thing, and I have seen the terrifying power of Tyson, and this really takes action...
Everyone wisely chose to remain silent.
The fat woman shivered and moved her fat away from Tyson, looking down at her fat belly.
Everyone is like Tyson, waiting quietly outside like woodcarvings, waiting for the game inside to end soon.