"What on earth have you been sneaking around doing lately?" Old Douglas asked.
Enoch and Annie had already finished their breakfast. Only Horn and Old Douglas were left.
Douglas had been in a good mood recently. So, he didn't care that Horn and Enoch had been slacking off a lot lately, nor did he inquire about the strange things they often went out to do.
However, Horn's behavior had been a bit abnormal in the past two days. He rarely smiled, and it seemed that he was preparing for something.
"Teacher, do you think it's right for the Church to tie up and burn wild witches?" Horn put down his chopsticks and asked Old Douglas very seriously.
Old Douglas frowned. Why did he suddenly bring this up? Had he been stimulated by something again? Nevertheless, he patiently answered Horn's question.
"You should remember what I've said before. This is definitely not right. It's even stupid and cruel. But Ceylon is a world of the Church. When our strength is insufficient, we have to endure it."
"Why can't we resist?" Horn asked.
"You should be clear about the Church's power..."
"What does the Church's great power have to do with my determination to resist? Teacher, you once told me that there are no impassable roads, only people who can't think things through. Now, I've thought it through. I'm going to resist!"
Horn interrupted Old Douglas. It was the first time he had interrupted his teacher while he was speaking.
"Your idea is very dangerous," Old Douglas's face darkened.
He seemed to be a bit unfamiliar with this disciple.
"Teacher, the four wild witches who were burned to death the day before yesterday were my companions for a day," Horn said with a look of recollection on his face. Although he had only met them twice, the joy he felt when he knew of their existence and the anger he felt when the four wild witches were burned to death had made Horn less rational.
"Weren't the couple who were burned to death before also your intended companions?"
Old Douglas meant to say that Horn hadn't changed after experiencing so many wild - witch death incidents before. Why had he become like this this time?
"So that guy died, and this time I'm going to make a big deal!" Horn said in a low voice.
"Have you made up your mind?" Old Douglas asked.
"Yes, I've made up my mind. I'll make them pay the price!" Horn's face was expressionless, but there was a blazing fire in his eyes!
"Can't you choose another time?" Old Douglas asked one last time. He had been very happy recently, and he didn't want his only disciple to cause something he didn't want to see during this period.
"The arrow is on the string and has to be shot!" Horn said firmly.
"Then I won't try to persuade you. Sigh..."
Old Douglas staggered away from the table. He really couldn't think of any reason to dissuade Horn. Because if he were at Horn's age, he might have made the same choice, or even been more radical!
The child had grown up, and he couldn't control him anymore...
...
Crack! Reeves crushed the cup in his hand. Ten deacons he had sent to catch wild witches had gone missing!
"Useless bastards! All of you are useless!"
Reeves shouted wildly, looking like a madman. He only had fifteen black - robed deacons under him. Two had died when chasing Enoch, two had died during the wizard rebellion, and after ten were captured, there was only one left!
"Go and inform the High Priest! Tell him that the Evil - faced Man has struck again!" Reeves commanded his last subordinate viciously.
"But we're not sure what exactly happened to those deacons, Lord Reeves," the black - robed deacon said.
Crash! Reeves threw the shards in his hand at the face of the speaking deacon!
"Just go when I tell you to! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Yes!"
...
The crows returned to their nests, and the pedestrians went home. The last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, and then night fell!
It was a dark and windy night, the perfect time for murder and arson!
In the middle of the square in Lien City, the place where heretics were burned, dozens of stake racks stood there, proclaiming the authority of the North Wind Church!
Horn stood in the center of the square, looking at the place that had always filled him with fear. Somehow,
there was a bit of pleasure in his heart!
After unlocking the knot of fear of the Church that had been deeply sealed in his heart, countless suppressed emotions burst out, and he felt extremely refreshed!
It was as if the mountain that had been pressing on his back had suddenly been removed, and now he was extremely relaxed!
This square was only used as an execution ground when needed. Usually, there was only a small team of North Wind Knights guarding it, and no one would come here at night.
And those guards were naturally easily knocked out by Horn.
Horn used the saw he had prepared in advance to saw off all the wooden stakes one by one, leaving only ten.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The wind was a bit strong today, which was perfect for causing trouble.
"Voice, is it time?" Horn tilted his head and asked the old man in a black robe who had been standing there.
"Mentor, it's almost time. They should be all ready," Voice's voice was a bit hoarse. He was old.
Yes, Horn's code - name was Mentor, and all the wild witches in this small group respected him as their teacher!
Horn stretched out his arms to loosen his muscles.
"Then, let Lien City be in an uproar today!"
Horn cleared his throat and motioned for Voice to start.
Voice began to chant a spell, and a semi - transparent, pale - white magic ring condensed in front of Horn. This was Voice's first - ring magic sound - amplification spell, which could amplify the selected sound.
This spell had a very good feature: five of them could exist simultaneously!
The white ring could attach to any place and would exist all day as long as no one destroyed it!
So, as long as a white ring was set up in the middle and four other rings were set up in the four directions within the maximum range of the sound amplified by the first white ring, the sound produced by the first ring could be amplified again!
"Can I just speak into this?" Horn pointed to the white ring and asked.
"That's right," Voice nodded and said.
"How far can my voice reach?" Horn continued to ask.
"Conservatively estimated, most of Lien City can hear it!" Voice said.
"That's enough!" Horn laughed.
Horn walked up to the magic ring, and his face under the hood grinned wildly.
"Ladies and gentlemen of Lien City, hello!
I'm the Evil - faced Man wanted by the Church. You can hear my voice.
Surprised? Shocked?
I'm not the wizard you've always thought I was. I'm a wild witch!
Two days ago, the big shots of the North Wind Church burned four of my fellow wild witches. Now, I'm going to burn ten black - robed deacons in the center of the square!
Let's listen to Deacon Simon's voice...
Sorry, everyone. I forgot that Deacon Simon has been knocked out by me, so he can't speak!
The execution will take place at the place where the North Wind Church often burns wild witches. You're welcome to come and watch at any time!
By the way, we're different from ordinary wild witches!
We're more powerful than those useless deacons!
Today, in Lien City, at this moment,
I proclaim to the world! We are called magicians!
One day, the sacred churches will collapse, the divine kingdom in the sky will fall, and the high - and - mighty gods
will surely fall!
By then,
only magic will last forever with the world!"