Arwen raised his hand and threw the red priest in front of everyone. The latter was already unconscious and most of his trouser legs were wet.
The cat eyes under the hood looked down at everyone.
"Is this your pastor, a guy who only knows how to bully the weak and fears the strong?"
The crowd of protesters took a few steps back. While feeling disdainful, they also noticed the body lying on the carriage.
The ferocious Royal Wyvern head was looking at them deathly.
"Gudong!"
There were many sounds of swallowing saliva.
"Oh my god, then... what kind of monster is that!?"
"It's a flying dragon, have you seen his wings?"
"Idiot, have you forgotten? We worked for the lord's farm a month ago, and that was the lizard flying in the sky. What was it called..."
"Wyvern!"
"Yes, that's it."
"That's a monster that the lord sent his soldiers to kill, and it's actually dead!"
Everyone gasped and looked at the man in black with fear in their eyes.
Arwen stood the giant sword beside him and made a Melitele prayer gesture.
"I was ordered by Temple of Melitele to hunt the monster Wyvern that killed Town of Frankenthal. The mission has been completed."
"Do you have any objections?"
The protesters looked at each other. The monster that even the lord could not do anything about was now dead in the hands of the man in front of him.
If they push forward, aren't they risking their lives?
"Aaron, we haven't finished the work assigned by the lord today, let's go back quickly..."
"Yes..." Aaron slapped his head, "Let's go back quickly..."
The crowd of protesters began to waver, and at this moment, a loud voice sounded.
"Folks, we are brave Kaedwen people. Are you afraid now?"
A tall, muscular man squeezed out from the crowd of protesters. His attire was similar to that of the "sharecropper" before.
He stared at Arwen with vicious eyes, "Don't be deceived. This is the palace of evil gods. It's a fantasy fabricated by witches. It's all fake!"
"Think about it carefully, how can he alone kill a terrifying monster that even the lord can't deal with?"
"This is all fake!"
"Let's not be fooled by his current momentum!"
"There are so many of us, each one of us can drown him with a drop of spit!"
"If we leave today and continue to let this evil place of infanticide exist and let these witches continue to cheat on our wives, what kind of men will we be!"
"Yes! Rava is right!"
"This place must be destroyed today!"
"But... but I don't think this is fake..."
"Coward, there are so many of us, what are you afraid of?"
The protesters clenched their weapons. Some were timid, some were hesitant, but most of them were fierce and had nothing to do with themselves and just wanted to have fun.
Arwen walked forward, Rava looked directly at him, lowered his voice so that only Arwen could hear him, and his tone was full of pride.
"I recognize your outfit as that of a demon hunter. According to King Kaedwen's law, demon hunters can only kill monsters. There is nothing you can do against me. I advise you..."
A sneer came from under the black hood.
"Specialized to kill monsters?" Arwen slowly raised his head, his gray-yellow cat eyes appeared, "Yes, my sword is designed to kill monsters, so..."
His right arm suddenly raised, Rava's pupils suddenly condensed, and a look of disbelief erupted, and the raging sword light had already descended.
The sharp sword edge started from his left shoulder, splitting flesh and blood, cutting off muscles and bones, and splitting his whole body diagonally.
"You don't deserve to be human."
The two bodies landed on the ground one after the other, and their internal organs flowed all over the ground like wild horses running wild.
"Kill... kill!"
Panic sounds sounded one after another.
Arwen's spiked boots stepped on Rava's face, making his facial bones creak.
He raised his giant sword with his right arm to intimidate the restless crowd.
He leaned down and took out a small rabbit fur bag from the lining of his cotton coat.
I weighed it a few times with my left hand, and found it was heavy and made a sound like metal colliding.
Turning over the palm of his hand, golden crowns broke through the mouth of the bag and fell into the pool of blood like raindrops, causing bloody ripples.
Arwen glanced at it and saw that there were at least fifty or sixty crowns.
This amount is difficult for tenant farmers to save in their lifetime.
Letting go of his left hand, the money bag fell lightly to the ground.
After pointing the giant sword in his hand at a circle of protesters, he put the giant sword on his shoulder and spoke indifferently.
"Which of you has received money?"
The crowd of protesters took a few steps back. Even Rava's accomplice, who had been disturbed by [Axii Sign], knew that something was wrong and felt frightened.
Arwen raised his voice, cold to the bone.
"Don't you dare?"
"Then let me put it another way."
"If any of you still want the burial money, get out!"
In an instant, all the protesters present fell silent.
Looking at the gold coins in that place, what flashed in everyone's eyes was no longer anger, but greed and deep fear.
They realized that Rava was drinking ale and holding gold coins to make a fortune in the back, while fools like them were losing their heads in the front.
Those protesters who had come to join in the fun and were hiding behind simply dropped their weapons and ran away.
When one person left, the protesters present dispersed.
Rava's accomplice also wanted to take advantage of the troubled waters and leave, but as soon as he turned around, someone grabbed him by the collar behind him.
"Did I let you go?"
A faint voice came from behind his head.
Rava's accomplice was horrified, and his tone was pleading for mercy.
"Sir... sir..."
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes quickly dropped, and the bluestone tiles on the ground filled his entire eyeballs.
"Bang!"
His face was hit hard on a stone brick and he passed out.
The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, so quiet that you could hear the rustling of the weeping willows in the wind.
There were footsteps behind him, Arwen put away his sword and turned around.
They are Mia and Zachary hunter brothers.
Mia's eyes were filled with gratitude.
She knew in her heart that if Arwen had not existed, there would have been a catastrophe in the temple today.
Hunter Zachary secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of admiration.
"Goddess Melitele, Mr. Raven, you are so brave, no wonder this Wyvern died in your hands."
Arwen shook his head, just took out his money bag from his arms, took out ten clean crowns, and handed it to the hunter Zachary.
"These ten crowns are given to you as a reward for transporting the goods."
"This... this is not okay..." Hunter Zachary waved his hand hurriedly.
"I just sent a shipment for you, and Temple of Melitele also helped us before, but our money was confiscated."
His brother also said, "Yes, Lord Raven, this is not okay."
Arwen directly stuffed the money into the arms of hunter Zachary, "Take it, not only the money for escorting the goods, but also your two-wheeled carriage. I want to borrow it for a few days."
Seeing Arwen persist, the two looked at each other and made praying gestures.
"May the goddess bless you, you are such a generous man."
"Squeak..."
The door of the temple showed a gap and slowly opened.
A nun dressed similarly to Mia came out.
Her eyes were alert, her hands were clenched, and she was carrying a wicker basket. Under the sunlight, the inside exuded a colorful luster.
Arwen's cat eyes flashed, and [Alchemy Perception] felt strong fluctuations.
It's a magic potion.