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Volume 5 Dance of the Ice Dragon Chapter 9 Riots

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    "Are you okay?" The alchemist filled a glass of wine and placed it in front of the paladin.

    The latter stretched out his hand tremblingly and said gratefully, "Thank you very much."[]

    Only then did Leo have the opportunity to look at the other party more carefully: the paladin who woke up still looked sick, as if the stubborn disease had not been eradicated.  He was wrapped in a cotton coat and curled up into a ball, showing no sign of strength.  His face still looked pale as if it had been frozen, as if it were a stiff corpse.  But after taking a sip of hot wine, he seemed to feel better.

    "Are you feeling better now?" Leo asked.

    "Much better." The paladin smiled with difficulty.  "Thank you very much."

    "What you should be grateful for is the pastor who is willing to sacrifice himself for others." Rosie said firmly from the side, "Not us."

    The paladin looked embarrassed and lowered his head as if to avoid it, "Well I'm sorry."

    "What's the use of your apology?" Rosie sneered sharply, "They don't even believe you, paladin. The priest doesn't believe you. Do you still think anyone will listen to your words? Damn it, we are not prisoners!  "

    It was already the morning of the second day, the sun was shining just right, and there was a fire burning in the room, exuding a lazy warmth.

    However, on the street outside, militiamen armed with long sticks and short guns surrounded the hotel and surrounded them.  The militiamen had an uneasy look on their faces. They would look up at them from time to time. Once they caught their gaze, they would quickly arch their backs and bury their heads deeply like timid lobsters.  chest.

    Some more daring villagers gathered around and shouted abuses in the direction of the hotel: "Get out of here!" They shouted, "Monsters, demons, stay away from us, we don't welcome you!"

    "How can such a guy stay here? He destroyed the Church of Our Lady!"

    A woman timidly interjected in the cold wind, "He will definitely kill us too."

    "That's right!" A farmer waved his fist in the crowd.  "There are also those outsiders who blasphemed the gods. They attracted the demons. They are also with that guy!"

    "Yes, we can't let them go!"

    "Guys, who wants to come with me?" The woodcutter climbed up a stone and stood on it and shouted, "We can protect ourselves!"

    The gathered villagers shouted various cruel suggestions and pushed each other towards the hotel.  Their faces were filled with excitement after being encouraged, full of desperate madness.

    "Stop, damn it!" the militiamen shouted in panic, grabbing their weapons but at a loss.  "do not come!"

    "You should join us," the farmer shouted.

    "We also want to." A militiaman replied, "But our order"

    "It's us you want to protect, not the monsters inside!" The messenger in the village pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front. "We are going to drive those guys out of the village, and we are going to kill them! You should also join us."

    More people joined the protest, shouting and attacking the militia's defense lines.

    Leo looked on coldly at everything that happened on the street.  He didn't expect that these militiamen would become their protective umbrella.  This is really a big joke.  Perhaps even the pastor himself did not expect this to happen, right?

    "Damn!" Another militiaman shouted angrily, "The pastor and the village chief are still inside! Stop, you bastards! Do you want to expel them too?"

    The names of the two elders seemed to have some kind of magic, as if ice-cold snow had been poured on their heads.  But the flames of hatred have not been extinguished.  "Then let them get out!" the woodcutter shouted. He bent down, picked up the stone, and threw it at the alchemist who was watching by the window with all his strength.  Fortunately he missed the target and the stone hit the wall.  "Get out! Monster!"

    His actions set an example.  For a moment, rocks were flying like raindrops, and Leo had to close the window.

    Although they are not crazy believers in the desert, they are not much different from them.  Fear clouded their minds, Leo thought, and death gnawed at their brains.

    "Mr. Paladin," Leo turned back to the source of the commotion - the "resurrected" paladin.  "Can you tell me what happened?"

    "Huh?" He opened his eyes in confusion.

    "What did you encounter? Why did you faint on the roadside?"

    The paladin looked like he was thinking hard, but a moment later, he looked in pain, clutched his head tightly, and roared like a beast from his throat.  "Hey, you okay?"Leo reached out and tried to pat his shoulder to comfort him.  But the latter suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious look on his face, and angrily slapped his hand away.

    "Hey, what are you doing?" Rosie stood up.

    The paladin raised his head and glanced at her, the madness in his eyes slowly receding.  "Hug, sorry." He curled up on the chair and shivered.  "I'm sorry, I can't remember, I can't remember anything," he said painfully.

    In the end what happened?  Leo was puzzled.  What on earth could take away his memory?  Or was he simply unwilling to tell them and determined to keep it a secret?  The alchemist stared at the paladin's face.  However, the annoyance and pain on the latter's face were so real that there was no trace of forgeries.

    "What about your name?" Rosie said disdainfully, "You should still remember your name, right?"

    However, even with such a simple question, the paladin thought about it for a long time with a look of pain on his face.  "My name is Barro," he said hesitantly. "BarroBarro Parata."

    Somehow, uneasiness always spreads in the alchemist's heart.  Barro Parata?  Leo recited it silently several times in his mind, firmly remembering the name.  I wish he had that name in the church register, he thought bitterly.

    The door to the room was opened, and Iweila and Lu Yuewu walked in.  At the same time, the commotion outside the window gradually subsided, and the priest and village chief loudly drove away the gathered villagers.

    "Don't hang around here, go do your work!" The village chief waved his cane.  "Has the firewood been chopped? Has the flour been ground?"

    The villagers looked at each other.  The sturdy woodcutter plucked up the courage and asked, "Village Chiefwhat about them?"

    ¡°Keep them inside.¡±

    "But, but they"

    "It's nothing." The pastor was supported by a young man, coughing and said, "Go back."

    "Master Pastor, what about the church? The church collapsed. It must be because of them that the goddess punished them." The man dressed as a messenger resisted reluctantly.  A large satchel was slung across his waist.  "Should we do nothing? What if they are really those monstersthen we"

    "Don't worry," the pastor said while coughing, "the church will be rebuilt soon."

    "But, they"

    "How long do you want us two old bones to stay outside? Are you satisfied with seeing us freeze to death?" The village chief tapped the ground with his crutch angrily.  "We have made a decision, and I can guarantee that nothing will happen to anyone." He said to the guard at the hotel door, "Watch this place and don't let them out. No one is allowed in or out."

    "Village Chief." A militiaman said hesitantly, "What about the people in other villages? Will my uncle also be locked up with those monsters?"

    "They have to do the same." The village chief said, "Treat everyone equally."

    The authority of the village chief was reflected here, and the noise outside gradually became quiet.  "Ewela, what did you say?" Leo turned his head and looked at her in confusion, "Why do they suddenly seem to be thinking about us?"

    Eweila didn¡¯t speak, and she didn¡¯t even look at him.  She stared at the paladin closely from the moment she entered the door, "Your Excellency." She suddenly spoke.  The paladin turned his head, but Yweila stopped talking, and looked into his eyes carefully.  It's as if this way you can see through the other person's heart and understand his secrets.

    But according to Leo's observation, they were a pair of ordinary, unremarkable eyes.

    "It's nothing." Iweila moved her eyes away.  "We just negotiated terms."

    "Conditions? What conditions?"

    "It's up to us to find the monster."

    Rosie snorted contemptuously, "They have a really good plan."

    "How come they suddenly believe your promise?" Li Ou asked.

    "Believe it? They won't believe it." Iweila sat down and poured herself a glass of sour fruit wine.  She frowned and took a sip.  "If we don't find it, we're just monsters wandering the tundra."

    "What qualifications do they have to make random accusations?" Rosie yelled.

    Leo snorted softly, "Why bother to accuse us?" He sighed, "What if we don't follow their orders?"

    For the first time, Eweila showed sarcastic mockery.  "Then we will now be treated as monsters. We will be dragged out and cut into pieces by the militiamen outside, or we will be tied to the stake. It is our choice."

    "Let them try it."

    "Who can do anything to these innocent and cowardly civilians?"

    ??Li Ou glanced at Lu Yuewu, and he found that she was also looking at him, as if she had a tacit understanding.  So he changed the words that were about to come to his lips.  "It's like last nightthey were holding dung forks, and I could smell the stench on them" he said with a chuckle.

    "Leo." Lu Yuewu called out in shame.  "I'm not that stupid that I really don't know how to fight back."

    Leo smiled and shrugged.  "What else?" He continued to ask, "Did the pastor mention the church? What happened last night? How did it collapse?"

    "How could he know?" Ivira said angrily. "He was so trembling that even talking had trouble talking when he mentioned last night. He said Andal abandoned him, said Andal's stone statue fell first, and said  ¡­Lord Paladin.¡±

    "Me?" Barro Parata seemed surprised that Ivera would mention him.

    "You don't know what happened?"

    He lowered his head apologetically, "I, I can't remember."

    Eweila cast a hidden look at Leo.  "The priest told us to keep an eye on the paladin," she said. "I don't know what happened, sir. But you'd better remember it and tell the truth."

    "Otherwise, once we are cornered, I don't mind pushing you out as a scapegoat." - Leo guessed the last words that Ivira didn't say, a complete threat.  He looked at the cold-faced bachelor lady and thought that she was the daughter of a nobleman, not a delicate girl wearing gold-rimmed glasses.  There was no doubt that he needed her help.

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