Under the setting sun, a group of people gathered at the entrance of the temple. There were constant noisy sounds, and Raven was hovering in the air.
A figure in a gray robe stood at the front of the crowd, his body wrapped tightly.
But from the thin figure and bulging belly, it can be seen that this is a woman.
Beside her stood a young man with brown hair.
He was wearing a thick cotton coat, holding a rusty hatchet he picked up from somewhere in his hand, and kept waving it at the surrounding protesters with a fierce look on his face.
"Damn it, you bastards who deserve smallpox, get away from me, stay away from me!"
"Logan! You stinky boy, if you don't work for Mr. Marcus, what are you doing here?"
someone in the crowd of protesters shouted.
Logan held the hatchet and pointed it directly at the man, "Shut your stinky mouth. Do I need to tell you what I am doing here?"
"Is the person next to you your sister Little Margo?"
Logan The gray-robed woman next to her trembled, and she let out a low sobbing sound.
"Is it Margo? I recognize her voice!" someone among the protesters shouted.
"I know what they're here for! It's infanticide! Margo wants to kill the baby in her belly!"
"Oh my God! Is there any conscience in this ghost place? It's a life!"
"Logan, please persuade your sister, my poor Little Margo."
Voices of advice and insults continued to come from the mouths of the protesters.
Logan noticed that the body of the woman next to him was shaking more and more violently, and she kept whispering to the goddess Melitele.
Logan blushed, the veins on his neck protruded, and roared with all his strength.
"Damn it, you country bumpkins, lackeys of the nobility, what do you know!?"
"This child is not what we want at all. If it were born, we wouldn't have the money to raise it!"
When the protesters heard this, they immediately became excited, raised their weapons, and kept approaching the location of Logan.
"Oh, damn thing, a bitch born of a bitch, we should teach him a lesson!"
"Infanticide, I really don't understand what you think. It's a child. Why can't it be fed? Even if it is thrown into the ground, the child can grow up on its own like wheat."
Logan Clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and swallowed.
The temple door behind him was still closed, and the atmosphere was tense.
"Stop!"
A loud voice sounded from behind the protesters.
"Everyone, get out of here, master!"
Two guards in plate armor holding halberds separated a passage from the protesters.
A man wearing green and white brocade clothes walked out.
He has three-dimensional facial features and a majestic body. He wears an jade pendant on his chest, a pair of silver-white scissors in his left breast pocket, and a small string of pearls on his tightened cuffs.
"It's Baron Marcus."
"Really him? What kind of tolerant lord?"
"It's him. I heard he also has a manor south of the town."
The protesters chatted quietly, their eyes full of fear and envy.
Baron Marcus completely ignored the sights around him, but looked sternly at the gray-robed woman next to Logan.
"Oh, my dear Margo, please stop making trouble and come back with me."
When the woman in gray robe heard this voice, her body suddenly stiffened, but she did not turn around.
Logan scolded angrily, "Owen·Marcus, I will not let you get close to my sister again!"
Baron Marcus looked ugly when he heard this.
"Logan, because you are Margo's brother, I will be polite to you. If you dare to talk to me like this again, I will have your tongue pulled out, hang you on a tree, and give you twenty lashes."
"And Margo, I'm already here. This sincerity is enough. Come back with me. This is an order."
Logan smiled miserably, "Bullshit orders, bullshit orders! Bullshit nobles!"
"Kingdom of Kaedwen has long since abolished that bastard's right to the first night, but you, you used the right to force the first night of my sister, and even made her pregnant, what kind of sincerity is this!?"
Baron Marcus's face turned dark and so gloomy that water dripped from his face.
Especially in this public place, these lowly and low-class people are being insulted in public.
He clenched his hands and said, "Margo, I can promise you any compensation you want. You know, I love you. Come back with me."
The woman in gray robe sniffed and slowly turned around.
"Sister, don't listen to him."
Logan gritted his teeth and persuaded.
The woman in gray robe put her hands on her swollen belly and said in a hoarse voice, "Owen, you said you love me, how can you prove it?"
Baron Marcus spread out his hands, "I came in person, isn't that enough proof?"
"No, not enough!"
"Then what do you want? I can give you money and a house. As long as you come back to me and give birth to our child, I can forgive your brother's rude behavior just now."
Gray-robed Margo took a deep breath, "I don't want this, I want you to divorce Nicole and marry me as your wife!"
Baron Marcus's face that finally softened fell down again, and he waved hard.
"Divorce? Margo? Are you kidding? This is impossible!"
The gray-robed Margo laughed miserably, "I knew, Owen·Marcus, your love is too cheap to make even this small sacrifice."
Baron Marcus said coldly, "This is no small sacrifice. Nicole's father is a baron like me. There is no way I will divorce her because of you."
"Ha?" Margo in gray robe screamed strangely, and quickly turned back to face Temple of Melitele.
She cried with tears streaming down her face.
"Melitele Goddess, do you really not care about your devout believers?"
"Your followers are suffering, and they have cold-blooded seeds in their bodies. I just want to remove them."
"Presumptuous!"
Baron Marcus roared, these words simply trampled his noble dignity to the ground.
He stretched out his hand to direct the guards beside him.
"This shameless bitch, drag her over here!"
The guard waved his halberd, and the crowd immediately retreated, and the halberd headed towards Margo Logan sister and brother.
Logan held a hatchet in his right hand and held Margo's wrist with his left hand. He retreated towards the temple gate while yelling.
"Don't come here, don't come here!"
Margo's cries became more and more sad.
"I'm praying to you, asking you for help. Help me, Goddess Melitele, even if you open the door and let me go in and hide."
Seeing the guard's sword getting closer and closer.
Temple of Melitele There is finally movement in the closed door.
"Squeak!"
The door of the temple opened a gap, and Mia walked out halfway in a white nun's costume.
She looked at the gray robe Margo anxiously and spoke urgently, "Quick, come in quickly."
"Margo, let's go in quickly!"
Logan shouted, and the gray robe Margo sped up.
When she raised her head, she revealed the face that had been hidden under the gray hood.
She has a square face, a sunken nose, rough skin, and many white spots on her cheeks. She is definitely not beautiful.
If a nobleman falls in love with such a woman, his taste will definitely be ridiculed by those in the circle.
Especially after seeing the eyes of Margo in gray robe, Mia's pupils shrank violently, and a cold air came from his abdomen.
In those brown triangular eyes, not to mention piety, there was not even a hint of gratitude for being saved, only the pride and ridicule of a successful plot...