Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 54 (Luke 23:1-3)
Eric dismounted, came to Imam Khalid, and kicked this tough guy.

With a smile on his face, he said softly, "If possible, give me some pork elbow. I think you will satisfy my small and insignificant request."

"I don't eat beef. I want pork knuckle."

Eric's words were like a spring breeze, making the people around him suddenly feel away from the hot summer and back to the cool spring.

In the spring near the Dead Sea, cool rain falls from the sky, watering the earth and making people feel cool.

The cold wind blew through everyone's heart, causing an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

Perhaps because Eric had been stepping on him with his boots for so long, Khalid's mind became a little more flexible.

Although he was now completely helpless, Khalid still had to say a few words as it concerned his own life and death. After all, the tax rate that Eric had mentioned was simply not something that the current Alhadi Town could afford!
"Sir, we will collect the money right away, but I want to report this to you!"

"Report?"

Eric was a little curious and wondered what this pagan priest was up to.

"Sir! There is a false prophet in our neighborhood! He is encouraging us not to pay taxes to the lord, and he claims to be the spiritual savior of the Messiah! He is the king of Jerusalem! What a blasphemy!"

Khalid's words were so sincere and clear that Eric almost believed his nonsense.

This scene even gave Eric an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if this story had been told by many people in the past.

Eric's military and bravery both started at 15, but his knowledge was not very good, estimated to be below 8, so he could not recall it, and this scene was just as written in the Bible.

All the people stood up and took Jesus to Pilate. They accused him, saying, “This man is misleading the people. He forbids them to pay taxes to Caesar. He says that he is the Messiah, a king.” Pilate asked Jesus, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus answered, “Yes, you say.”

—Luke 23:1-3
Khalid went on to say, "The original tax farmer, our beloved Lord Ahmed, died under the sword of that false prophet! It was he who instigated the surrounding farmers and made it impossible to pay taxes this year! Lord, you have to make the decision for us!"

The reason for saying this is to divert the trouble to the east. The Ahmed compound where Garys lives is just to the east of the town.

"You have a false prophet?" Eric read this sentence and felt something was wrong. After all, Christianity these days does not recognize the Prophet Muhammad as a prophet. So a group of followers of a false prophet reported to him that a false prophet had appeared nearby...

This is inexplicably strange.

"What is the name of the false prophet?" Eric asked.

"Uh..." Khalid was a little confused. He really didn't know the name of the Frank.

But someone nearby chimed in: "That man called himself Garys!"

When he heard the name, Eric's pupils shrank.

He had a very deep impression of the name Garys.

For a moment, even Eric couldn't tell the difference. He hoped that this was a different person with the same name, and he also said that he hoped it was his acquaintance Garys.

"Gailis..." When Eric muttered this name, his tone was no longer like a spring breeze, but like a winter breeze.

An unconcealable coldness emanated from his mouth, lips and tongue.

"I understand... I will go find that false prophet Garys... But now, I will only leave if you pay me the money."

The reason why Eric insisted on staying in Alha Town actually had nothing to do with collecting taxes. Whether it was the brainless mayor or the current lapdog-like Khalid, they didn't figure out why Eric came here, nor did they realize Eric's purpose.

What about overdue taxes? That was just an excuse. Eric came here purely and simply to rob Alhadi Town.

In addition to collecting the taxes that the town should have paid, they also wanted to squeeze all the money out of the town.

In Eric's eyes, this pagan town was just a decoration made of corpses and blood!

……

In the early morning, someone was running in the wilderness of Transjordan. The man's steps were staggering, and his body was covered with wounds that were oozing blood, which kept staining the tattered linen on his body red.

As for his feet, there was no telling how many cuts he had on them.

But even so, he still ran for his life with his back to the moon, as if there was a devil crawling out of hell chasing him.

No, it’s not like, it’s the devil!
Only the devil could be so ruthless, and only the devil could mock and tease them like that!
More than a day had passed since the devil came to Alhadi Town. At dusk this evening, all the money that could be found in the town was piled in front of Eric.

Eric counted the taxes in front of everyone, and he calculated very carefully.

He had hundreds of gold coins and thousands of silver coins counted one by one.

Then, right there on the street, Eric announced to the crowd:

"According to my calculations, you have only paid nine-tenths of the taxes. This is obviously not enough, but I am a kind-hearted person. Since you have paid nine-tenths, how about living for just nine-tenths?"

"You decide for yourselves who should die..."

Bewildered and at a loss as to what to do... No one would have thought that they would get such an answer.

It seemed as if Eric had made up his mind to kill them from the very beginning.

"You seem to be in a difficult situation. In that case, your taxes are all mixed together anyway. I'm a good person and I never make things difficult for others. Then I'll help you make the decision."

Under Eric's order, the people of the entire town were driven together, and then people were continuously arrested from the crowd. For every ten people arrested, one person was stained with blood.

Eric killed people without any discrimination. After all, the whole town of Alhadi was full of pagans. No matter they were old men, women, or children, their lives were equal in the eyes of Eric.

It was just like the Al-Aqsa flood, where the blood of Muslims reached the ankles of the Crusaders.

He, Eric, is the true descendant of the Crusaders.

When the scene ended with some people crying, some resisting, some wailing, and some collapsing, Eric suddenly remembered something: "Oh no, this guy killed one too many people!"

The extra person killed was the mayor who died yesterday.

　This is the extra update for the monthly ticket of 550. As for the extra update for the monthly ticket of 600, it will have to wait until tomorrow.

　　Then the monthly ticket increase will stop here, that’s the end.

　　I hope everyone can read the latest chapter of the novel on Tuesday to help me increase my reading, please.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)